Chapter 194 Victor's Fear

The red, yellow and green colors were mixed together, and the whole bar was dark. The harsh rock music drove this group of energetic American youths.

The man had a confident smile on his face. When he stepped into the bar, the noisy heavy metal music and the crowded crowd did not cause him any trouble.

He easily squeezed through this group of young people who were squandering their youth, and his powerful force knocked down a young man.

"Hey, MAN! Do you have a problem?"

The white young man quickly got up from the ground. He stared and quickly came to the man. He was 1.9 meters tall, so he could look down at the man in front of him. He clenched his fists, as if he would take action if the man did not explain clearly.

"Heh!"

However, the man in a leather coat and a short beard smiled and shook his head. The next moment, he swung his fist and hit the young man's head in front of him.

Bang!

The young man's body was like being hit by a shell. He flew backwards in an instant and hit the crowd behind him. He didn't even scream. He fainted directly.

"Ah!"

"Shit!"

"Fuck, what's going on?"

The people who were affected shouted, and when they saw the man slowly walking in front of them, they immediately shut up. The man smiled and pointed a pistol at them.

"Hey, MAN, let's talk!"

A man smiled and put his hands on his chest, trying to get Victor to put down his hostility.

"..."

Looking at this group of cowards, Victor curled his lips and didn't care too much. He put away his gun. His target was not these guys.

His deep eyes looked at the other people who were still swaying their bodies and were not affected at all. He didn't want to make things worse. If the target ran away, he would hardly have a chance to catch him again!

While walking through the crowd, Victor carefully observed every man who was intoxicated by the music. Finally, he squeezed out of the crowd. Victor's eyes had a smile on them. His eyes were fixed on a corner diagonally to the side of the bar. There was a semi-open box there. A dark-skinned man was hugging two white women in tattered clothes on his left and right. He seemed extremely happy. The curve of his lips showed his two rows of white teeth.

"Sir, would you like something to drink?"

The words of the bartender interrupted his thoughts. Victor glanced at the waiter with a standard smile: "A glass of red wine!"

Taking the red wine, Victor drank it all. Under the waiter's vigilant eyes, he slowly took out the pistol from the inside of his shirt and took out a few shining bullets from the side of his waist. After loading, he looked at the waiter who had raised his hands above his head and dared not move rashly, and casually took out a few US dollars and threw them over.

"Your tip!"

After the voice fell, he swaggered towards the target man slowly.

Watching the man leave, the waiter's face was full of lingering fear. He grabbed the US dollars in a panic and then slipped out of the back door. In his eyes, the smiling man just now was more terrible than the devil!

...

"Sir, you are so generous!"

The girl in the bunny girl costume snuggled in the man's arms with a coquettish face. She held a large amount of US dollars in her hand and tried to please the man in front of her who was enjoying their praise.

"Haha, money is just a number to me. As long as I want, I can become a billionaire immediately!"

The black man was a little complacent. With a beautiful woman in his arms and squandering money, what could be happier than this?

"Haha..."

The girl's laughter stopped abruptly. She looked at the man who came to the door of the box with horror and drew a pistol and pointed it at them from a distance.

The arrival of the man naturally attracted the attention of the black man, and the joy in his heart turned into fear.

"Fa..."

Bang——

Bang bang bang!

Directly emptying the magazine of the pistol, Sabertooth Victor looked at the black man who was twitching all over, full of bullet holes, and recovered from the invisible state.

The black man was shot four times in a row, but it seemed that thanks to the strong physical fitness of the mutant, he did not die immediately, but struggled to stand up from his seat. At this time, the two ladies in his arms had already curled up under the seat and screamed, not daring to show their heads.

The shrill screams were tightly covered by the thunderous metal music in the bar, and the small box gradually filled with a bloody smell.

"Who... is it!"

The black man spitted blood and looked at the sabertooth tiger blocking the door angrily. He didn't understand when he offended the strange man in front of him?

Hearing the man's words, Victor's smile did not change. He noticed that the black man's eyes were waving around. Obviously, this guy seemed to want to struggle.

Sure enough.

Boom!

The table that was used as a shelter for the girls was instantly blown away. The black man ignored the girls' screams and looked at Victor who was hit by the table. He disappeared without a trace in an instant. He wanted to take advantage of this gap to escape! The heavy table hit Victor heavily. The weight that could knock down a normal person did not make him feel burdened. His expression did not even change at all. He casually flipped the table to the side. Without seeing the man, Victor's eyes fell into emptiness. In about two seconds, he suddenly pulled out the dagger at his side and stabbed it into the air beside him as fast as lightning. "Ah!"

The passionate screams did not stop Victor from his next move. He pulled out the dagger from the black man's shoulder and quickly stabbed it into his neck.

The bright red and turbid blood splashed on his black leather coat. The smile on his face did not change. He looked at the black man who was holding his neck tightly and looked incredible.

"You must be curious about how I found you, right!"

Looking at the black man who collapsed on the ground, Victor squatted on the ground with interest, looking at the black man who was breathing more than breathing in with a cold look.

"It's your dirty smell, your blood is worse than I thought!"

A hand instantly grabbed the black man's hair and pulled the black man into his arms. Feeling the weak struggle, he looked at the two girls in the private room who had been paralyzed by fear. A big smile hung on their blood-stained faces, and their arms were around the black man's head.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking was barely audible. Throwing the body in his arms to the side casually, Victor gave the girls a flying kiss and turned away gracefully.

"Ahhhh!"

"Someone's dead!"

"Blood, so much blood!"

Listening to the increasingly chaotic sounds behind him, Victor took out a cigarette from his pocket and took a deep puff. He took out the photos he had put close to his body, tore up the first photo of the black man, and looked at the second photo.

The sharp and piercing sirens sounded like the whistling wind, attracting passers-by outside the bar.

Squeezing through the crowd, Victor walked to a place with fewer people. Although he was not afraid of the police, he still had to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Switching back and forth between walking and taking a car, as noon approached, Victor came to an abandoned factory. Looking at the sparse jungle in front of him, his brows furrowed tightly, and he casually threw the cigarette in his hand, which was already the first one, aside.

He walked slowly towards the jungle.

"Hey, don't you want to stamp out the cigarette butt?"

A teasing voice came from behind him.

Victor's footsteps stopped instantly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around directly, and his right hand subconsciously reached to the side of his body.

Behind him, about eight meters away, there was a man wearing a black uniform, a black helmet, and a special armband on his shoulder - a black sun burning with golden flames.

Looking at the strange armband, Victor's heart suddenly sank, and he felt a sense of crisis.

The familiar symbol reminded him of the legend that had been circulating in New York recently.

New York, which was originally "calm and peaceful", had recently been visited by a mysterious force. They seemed to be looking for something, and had attracted the attention of Victor's superiors, and a conflict even broke out between the two sides.

To everyone's surprise, the organization, as a local snake, was helpless against this outsider.

Knowing the strength of the organization behind him, Victor did not dare to underestimate the man in front of him.

"Sabertooth Tiger Victor, well, participated in the war, and has a younger brother. Both of them seem to have some kind of immortal ability. Both of them disappeared in a war."

"You investigated me!"

With his eyes narrowed, the bone spurs on his fist slowly stretched out, and the sabertooth tiger looked at the person who seemed to ignore him with a grin.

This guy's somewhat casual attitude made his anger surge.

Looking at the saber-toothed tiger that seemed a little angry, Wu Hao found it very interesting. You know, he had read the files of saber-toothed tiger Victor long before he came, and even had the information sent by the ancestor. It can be said that he has a deep and thorough understanding of the guy in front of him.

Immortality, super endurance and strength, it seems that there is also the ability of immortality, the palm can extend bone spurs, and has the sensitive intuition of cats. It can be said that he is a natural killing machine.

Maybe in the eyes of other mutants, Victor is a terrible warrior who symbolizes death, but in the eyes of Wu Hao, this guy is his sacrifice to the ancestor!

"Why do you guys always like to wrap yourself up tightly?"

Victor asked with some curiosity, his eyes quickly looked at the weapons on the man in front of him, he is not an arrogant guy.

"Hehe, it seems that your organization is on guard against you!"

Without directly answering Victor's question, Wu Hao, who has rich combat experience, saw Victor's true purpose at a glance.

This guy diverted my attention while talking, while spying on my weaknesses?

Haha, interesting!

Looking at Victor who was eager to try, Wu Hao felt a rare sense of passion.

Although his body had long been as cold as ice...