X-Men Universe, 1962, New York.
In front of a dark alley.
A rough and low voice sounded.
"Girls, come closer.
Be careful of thugs running out of the alleys and scaring you."
At the entrance of a dark alley, a man with two sharp fangs who looked like a wild beast embraced two seductive women in revealing clothes, took a sip of wine, and said teasing words that made the women laugh ingratiatingly.
Wait until he passes by.
Ron had an indifferent expression on his face as he slowly walked out of the alley and glanced at his feet.
Under the dim light of the street lamp, next to the green metal box-shaped trash can, there is a newspaper that is mostly soaked in sewage.
The black and white photo above shows a president who was famous for his sunny smile when he died, giving a serious speech during a special period.
The date in the newspaper - 1962.
"1962, Sabertooth Tiger Victor..."
The saber-toothed tiger is tall, has a beard, two sharp teeth in its mouth, looks fierce, and behaves like a wild beast that does not know etiquette.
He, his brother Logan and other members of the X-Team had just completed a mission assigned by Stryker. During their rare break, they separated to relax and get drunk. They were about to go back to the hotel to have some fun with the prostitutes they picked up on the street, but they were accidentally seen by Ron who came to the X-Men universe.
Walk to the street.
America in the 1960s was not yet as modern and developed as it is today, but its big cities were also very prosperous. Occasionally, you could see a few tall buildings, bright lights, and a life of decadence.
In the sight, Sabretooth was hugging women on both sides, telling dirty jokes, and walking into a hotel with a neon sign not far away with a smile.
Looking at the hotel where people were coming in and out from time to time, Ron smiled lightly.
"His self-healing ability and long lifespan are no less than Wolverine's. Logically, his strength and speed should be slightly greater than Wolverine's without the adamantium injection.
It starts with you."
Remember that in 1962, something big was happening in the world of X-Men.
If you want to participate in that big event properly, you need an entry ticket - the identity of a mutant.
Although he is not, but... it doesn't matter, he will be soon.
…
Knock knock!
"who?"
From the room came the sound of clothes being taken off and low breathing.
"Excuse me, sir. Are you interested in learning more about our merciful Heavenly Father..." After two coughs, the man's magnetic voice sounded with a hint of gentleness.
"roll!"
Before he could finish, an angry roar was heard in the room.
Boom boom boom.
"gentlemen?..."
The knocks on the door continued, and the voice outside was still polite, but really annoying.
"I hope that when I pin you to the ground and beat you up, you can still maintain your faith in your so-called Heavenly Father..."
The door of the room was suddenly opened.
The brutal and half-drunk Sabretooth grabbed the man outside and pressed him against the wall. His face was as ferocious as an angry beast. He raised his fist as big as a sandbag, ready to teach a lesson to the guy who dared to interrupt him at the critical moment.
laugh!
Ron smiled, raised his exquisite pocket medicine bottle, and sprayed a cloud of white spray onto his face.
"What the hell..."
The saber-toothed tiger took a breath and stumbled back.
The next second, his head became dizzy.
"No matter who you are, when I open my eyes again, I will send you to see your Heavenly Father immediately. I promise!"
After being attacked, the saber-toothed tiger shook its head in confusion, not panicking at all, and opposed Ron with a ferocious smile.
His super self-healing ability gives him super resistance to drugs.
Something that can make an ordinary person unconscious for a whole day only lasts for a dozen minutes at most for him.
"Oh..."
Ron, who indifferently covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, sneered at his threat.
The world before the saber-toothed tiger's eyes began to shake and blur, and the sounds in his ears became distant.
With a bang, the tall body fell to the ground.
"ah!..."
In the room, two disheveled women saw this scene, thought they were gangsters, and screamed.
"Shh, the Security Bureau is doing this..."
Ron put his finger on his lips and smiled.
…
A few minutes later.
Ron easily carried the nearly two hundred-pound saber-toothed tiger on his back and walked through the hotel corridor.
The others smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Sabretooth Tiger before they got close, and they all covered their noses and hid away. No one suspected that he was kidnapping the guests of this hotel.
There were also a few women who came up to chat with me. They were handsome and strong. They could carry such a big man on their shoulders effortlessly. I believe it must have given people a brand new experience. Just thinking about it makes people's legs weak.
"Sorry ma'am, I need to take my dear friend to sober up, so I don't have time for now."
He smiled brightly and gentlemanly and politely rejected those ladies.
Humans are visual animals, and a better face and body shape can help us accomplish many things.
For example, if he casually took out his wallet and opened it and shook it in the house, people would believe that he was from the Security Bureau and was hunting down spies from other countries who had sneaked into the United States to plot terrorist sabotage activities.
The saber-toothed tiger looks so ferocious and rude that it is hard to believe that he is a good person, but no one would doubt that he is a bad person.
bass!
Walk out of the hotel and into the shadows.
Ron, who was carrying a saber-toothed tiger on one shoulder, looked down at his right hand. His sharp claws like tiger claws popped out. He frowned and showed disgust.
"Although it's a bit ugly, it's still usable."
He spent three thousand ability points to touch the saber-tooth tiger's body, and a moment later, he possessed all the abilities of the saber-tooth tiger, including rapid regeneration, extraordinary speed and strength, enhanced vision and sense of smell, and the ability to pop out sharp claws that could tear people apart at any time when needed.
Ron walked down the street carrying the saber-toothed tiger, his body full of strength, as if he had endless energy.
After walking for a while, I came to a construction site, stopped and thought for a while.
"I originally wanted to find a factory, but a construction site would be just as well."
After direct or indirect contact with the opponent, the system can record its ability template and purchase enhancements. The saber-toothed tiger's ability is obtained, but there is still surplus value that has not been squeezed out!
Peng!
At the construction site, the saber-toothed tiger was thrown to the ground like garbage. A stone hit his back and the severe pain made him open his eyes and look at everything in a daze.
"oh?
You woke up.
Ron squatted on the ground and looked at the waking saber-toothed tiger, with a hint of surprise on his face, and said slowly.
"Congratulations! You don't have to leave this world in a coma. I can witness your death with my own eyes."
"Remember what I said before, kid?"
The saber-toothed tiger smiled ferociously when he woke up, and immediately wanted to use his sharp claws to treat the boy in front of him and make him regret provoking him.
But the next moment, I found that my whole body was weak, my limbs were soft, and I couldn't even lift my hands.
"Don't struggle. This is a coma anesthetic spray developed specifically to deal with powerful superhumans."
He patted the saber-toothed tiger's face in disdain, stood up, turned around and walked away.
"The minimum standard is to punch a wall and withstand rifle bullets with your body.
Even an Asian elephant weighing several tons would be unconscious for a whole day if sprayed."
"You—you're still a little short!"
"You want to kill me? Just because of you, a bastard?"
After a series of attempts and failures, Sabretooth responded to Ron's words about killing him and coldly talked about his past before he was recruited into his current team, Team X.
"On the Yuenan battlefield, because he disobeyed orders, he raped several women and killed some civilians.
Those idiots shot me for an hour.
The bullet casings piled up into a small mountain, and in the end, I was so scared that I wet my pants because I was not dead yet.
I was so bored that I almost fell asleep. What tricks do you have, boy?
He and his brother Logan have participated in many meat grinder wars over the years. Until they were shot for committing a crime and their immortality was exposed, they were immediately recruited into Stryker's X-Team. Injury and pain are commonplace for him.
"The army couldn't kill him, and they can't do anything to me!
When the anesthetic wears off, I will let you see what cruelty and hell are!
"Yeah?"
The next second, with a swish, two headlights lit up in the distance, illuminating the darkness. He couldn't help but squint under the glaring light.
Buzz buzz buzz.
Ron drove over in a heavy and huge steamroller. The huge steel roller rolled over the sand and gravel with a rumbling sound, and a devilish sound rang out.
"I wonder if you can survive the trial by a civilian steamroller?"
"Um?!"