Chapter 130 The New Road (Two in One)

  Louisiana, New Orleans' "thieves union" is well-known in this southern American city that is exceptionally diverse in race, ethnicity and creed.

   Of course, this fame is spread among the gangsters, gray industries, and the most barren and chaotic neighborhoods.

   It didn't take much time to get the information on Remy Lebow. With Raven, a natural and perfect spy, she only needs to find a suitable identity to go in and hang out for a long time, and then she can get all the information she wants to know.

   "He robbed the bank and went to gamble?"

  Alex thought that his "qualifications" of being in a heavy prison should be number one among the extremely rare group of mutants, but he didn't expect there to be such a lawless and purely indulgent guy.

   "Around the same age, but cooler than you!"

   Raven was joking with Alex, she has always been enthusiastic and interested in people or things with rebellious and crazy attributes.

  James once mentioned that she and Asazo can single out a "demonic" mutant. From appearance to personality, their characteristics are very distinct.

   "Don't teach bad children, no, what do you think of his ability when you two are about the same age, it sounds a bit specious."

Eric Lanshere drove the car and drove all the way to Miami. After leaving the surrounding area of ​​New Orleans, the speed of the car was much faster. The city was originally a swamp, and the roads in the city were repaired and repaired, but a big hole suddenly appeared from time to time. .

  Combined with the chaotic and incompetent local government, which always shirks the ground in the face of land subsidence, the poor road conditions in New Orleans are unique in the United States.

  He couldn't help but look forward to what his father said, that "mobile" phones will be popularized within ten years, and he can contact Asazo at any time by then, but it seems that he will have to wait until the Howlett Group's satellite is launched into the sky.

   "Remi Lebo is very skilled. It is said that he can stab cards into wood like throwing knives, um. Like Bucky and the others? His physical fitness is superhuman, and his fighting ability is strong."

   "He is good at defrauding opponents, has superb gambling skills, and makes people believe him unconsciously. Will he be the same as Miss Frost?"

  River and Alex analyzed each other, and through the mouths of Mr. Lebow's "partners" and acquaintances, they got some magical skills about him.

   But just this kind of ability can't explain the thick bank alloy vault door being blown out of a hole as high as a person, and this kind of skill that ordinary people can possess after training and disguise is probably not the ability of genetic mutation.

   "I hope I'm not a charlatan, at least something real after running so far."

  “.Let me talk for a while, teacher.”

  Erik yawned and nodded lightly. He was a little lazy after driving with Alex for more than an hour, but it feels good to learn from his father to accept students.

   This kind of teacher-student relationship is much stronger than in the university, everyone yelled "Eric", no big or small.

   Unlike this kid, he is sensible.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when we arrived in Miami, which was the most lively and crazy time in this seaside resort city. The three of them finally got a little interested, but the biggest expectation was that Remy LeBeau would at least be a famous A real mutant.

   For him to be a "big fish", Eric has long given up his expectations.

  Revan turned into a thin woman in the gang of thieves, with high cheekbones and little flesh on her body, but her appearance was not bad.

  Through the information exchange she had in the billiard hall where the gangs often met during the day and where the stolen goods were handed over, this female thief named Sharon had a relatively close relationship with Lebo, and a lot of his situation was known from this woman.

  Outside the "Lucky" casino, the three of them bought a colorful shirt on the street stall, and Alex quickly picked up more than a dozen skewers of Mexican barbecue, holding coconuts and drinking them all the way.

  They staggered from each other and walked into this Miami casino that Lebow had mentioned a few days ago.

  His reputation in the poker circle in New Orleans and nearby towns is already bad. Only when he goes to Miami, which is more than ten hours away by car, can there be a casino that allows him to enter.

  The three wandered around inside, carefully screening for figures that looked similar to Remy LeBeau.

   It didn’t take much effort. At the Texas Hold’em table in the innermost part of the “Lucky” casino, there were circles of spectators and gamblers who slapped the table and shouted.

  Eric exchanged glances with Raven and Alex, and they all saw a handsome white boy with brown hair and a square face in the gap between the crowd.

  He was laughing and taking all the chips while the opponents around him were shouting and cursing.

  Three people happened to be walking on the poker table at the same time, and the remaining two also hesitated for a while and cursed and stopped playing. The young man who had won a fortune shouted happily to the spectators around:

   "It's just four 3s, is it too big? I think it's so-so, do you want to try it, gentlemen, it's just started tonight!"

  Eric and Alex sat down face to face, and Raven sat directly next to Remy Lebo. The young Mr. Thief's face changed, and he blinked and came over and said softly:

"How did you come?"

   "Can't you, come and play, you can't play with you when you get rich."

  Revan shrugged casually as he turned into the female thief Sharon, ignoring Lebo's weird eyes, and glanced at the general figure of this man.

Remy Lebo is tall, about the same size as Eric, 1.85 meters tall, not strong but well-proportioned, with solid muscles in his exposed arms, three buttons of a wine red shirt, and a silver trousers. Necklace, always with a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth.

  The curvature of the brow bone and the bridge of the nose is great, he is a typical American tough guy.

  Eric signaled the croupier to start dealing the cards, while chatting with the young man.

   "I've been lucky tonight? It's not easy. Is there a trick?"

  Remy looked at this free and easy smile, looking like a typical rich boy and a patriarch, directly took out a dozen dollars, and asked the waiter to change a thick stack of chips, thank you very much for chatting happily.

   “The trick is faith and optimism, and a little bit of baffling trash talk.”

   Remy blinked at his "acquaintance", as if to convey some hint, but Raven pretended to look at his hole cards carefully and ignored him.

  Played back and forth a few times, and Alex's "pocket money" has been lost. His expression of resentment seems to overturn the table at any time.

  Eric had roughly figured out what Mr. Lebow was doing, looked at the silver ring on his right little finger, and smiled.

"Um?"

Remy is used to relying on the dexterity and hand speed beyond ordinary people, and wants to change a flush, but the ring on his finger seems to be tightly welded to the card table, and he nails his palm to the table, unable to move at all. .

  He shook his shoulders, rubbed the ring strangely, and had no choice but to let his hole cards show up, losing to Eric with a straight.

   "Damn."

   Remy Lebo tried desperately to pick off the silver ring on his little finger, but he couldn’t twist it off. Even the ring began to shrink more and more. Seeing the purple and swollen ring on the front of his little finger,

  Finally, Remy's pupils and irises gradually changed colors, and even faintly revealed a dark red light.

  Boom!

  Mr. Lebow, who was in pain, suddenly shook his right hand, and a purple-red light flashed,

  The small ring quickly burned red like a soldering iron, and suddenly exploded and shattered, with considerable power, breaking the solid wood card table into a gap the size of a plate.

  The surrounding spectators and passers-by screamed loudly, and Raven also screamed in surprise.

  She and Eric almost concluded that Mr. Lebow's abilities were quite limited, maybe he was just a superb trickster, and he did it unexpectedly.

   Remy Lebo watched the crowds gathered nearby, as well as the security guards of the casino and the thugs who watched the scene gathered, grabbed the large bag of chips won under his feet and Raven's arm, and ran out quickly.

  Eric and Alex looked at each other and chased after him. He knew in his heart that the silver ring he controlled suddenly exploded into dust and lost its target.

   "You, why are you running!"

  Ruiwen was a little out of breath and followed Remy crazily to the depths of the secluded alley. When she transformed into another form, her physique was only at the level of an ordinary person.

   But when restored to the original appearance of blue skin, Raven's speed and strength, especially agility, flexibility and coordination, can reach levels beyond human limits.

   "Why are you running? That man is weird! You don't understand!"

   "No, I understand, Remy, we have the same misunderstanding as you, but there is no malice."

   Shua!

  Under the moonlight and the dim streetlights, Remy Lebo turned around and watched the female thief accomplice he was familiar with suddenly stop, and suddenly his skin cracked and protruded into scales.

   quietly turned into a female devil with indigo skin, bright yellow eyes, and dark red hair.

   "Oh my god! Ghost!"

  Remy pushed Raven away and ran away, many times faster than before, but suddenly the metal necklace around his neck wrapped around his neck like a live snake, and fell to the ground.

   "Sorry Remy, it was a joke just now, I didn't expect you to have such a big reaction, my name is Ari—"

  Boom!

   Remy Lebow tore off the necklace in a panic, and threw it at Eric, who had just landed from mid-air,

   Immediately, the silver necklace exploded into a cluster of sparks. Fortunately, Eric reacted quickly, and found that the crimson extremely unstable necklace was approaching him, and waved it to the sky.

   "Who did you call a ghost just now!"

  Riwen looked at the fireworks exploding in the sky like a grenade, and rushed towards Remy angrily.

  This young Mr. thief didn't intend to stop for a "friendly exchange". After throwing the necklace, he ran away without looking back, and even jumped on the roof more than three meters high.

"interesting."

   Eric Lanshere smiled happily.

  This young man's abilities seem to be exceptionally comprehensive, and he is a good seed.

  Alex ran all the way in the streets and alleys. He watched Eric floating leisurely in mid-air with his hands behind his back and Remy clung to him.

  There is also Raven, who has changed into blue skin and claims to be "Mystique" originally, rolling and jumping on the roof, looking as vigorous as a puma in the mountains and forests. He can't help but feel that his abilities are really too boring.

   Zila! Zila!

  Eric Lanshere waved his hand to manipulate various metal pipes or barbed wire on the street lamps and the roofs of residential buildings, and the sound of teeth squeaking came towards Remy Lebow's shop.

Remy's scalp was tingling as he watched these things "come alive" one by one, relying on his churning skills and speed to dodge, and sometimes the purple-red light of the iron net attached to his body flashed, bursting instantly. Break it apart.

   "Okay, Mr. Lebow, the downtown area is ahead, let's go here."

  Eric Lanshere held his hands flat and hooked his palms as if directing traffic. Suddenly, the ground in front of Remy collapsed and shattered into dry land.

  The heavy underground pipe is like a pitch-black jungle python, twisting and twisting up,

  Boom! The cylindrical pipe burst into long strips of snakes, spraying and splashing large swathes of water.

   Fortunately, this is domestic water. If it is a sewer pipe, the "downpour" alone can make Mr. Lebow faint

  “The modern city is a jungle of steel”

  This common description has become a kind of reality at this moment. Remy looks at the metal branches with teeth and claws rising around him, like a rabbit caught in the devil's vine net.

   Whoosh whoosh.

  Finally, after struggling to dodge for a few seconds, Remy Lebo was tightly covered by circles of steel wire mesh and iron steel plates, with only one head exposed.

  The deep red between his pupils became brighter and brighter, but only his head and feet could move, and he never dared to "click" the steel restraints around him like before.

   "At this distance, you will be injured yourself, right?"

  Eric looked at the rebellious Remy, slowly landed on the roof, and with a wave of his hand, moved the young mutant who was wrapped like a mummy to a secluded corner next door.

   "Why are you running! And who did you scold just now?"

  Riwen knocked on the iron shell on Remy's body, crossed his arms and refused to let go.

   "How do I know what you want to do? After working in this business for a long time, running fast is the most important thing!"

   "Eric Lanshere, this is Raven, Alex."

  Eric tilted his head, introduced Alex Summers who had just arrived, and then tentatively said:

   "I'm going to let you go, but can I say a few words quietly? You should understand that we are 'the same kind of people'."

  Remy nodded lightly, the layers of metal wrapped around his body were softly separated, and he was thrown aside in the air, causing a dent in the smashed street.

   "How much do you know about your situation, Remy."

   Remy Lebo looked at a wire wrapped around the purse he had just thrown away, and brought it to him. His complexion improved a lot. He straightened his clothes, shrugged casually and said:

"I don't know. At first, I just thought I had a talent for thieves. Hey, I can understand those techniques after reading them, and I can use them better than anyone else. Until a few days ago, I started to 'detonate' the objects I touched. Charge them at any time and turn them into explosives"

  The young Mr. Lebow listened to Eric's explanation of the term mutant, and then looked at the peculiar-looking Raven. He smacked his mouth and asked suddenly:

   "What you said is true? Just get to know me, won't restrict my choice and freedom, won't you arrest me to steal things for you?"

"...Yes, Mr. Lebow, we are not a gangster group. For some long-term considerations, we will properly contact and invite some outstanding individuals in the mutant group, but as I said just now, the right to choose lies in you."

  Eric put his hands in his pockets, and said indifferently, in fact, the arrangement of the Howlett family is systematic, so that they come out from time to time to meet some mutants with good talents, just idle chess.

   "Then can I go now?"

  People who grow up like Remy and hang out in the most chaotic corners of society will not simply have goodwill towards the so-called fellows like Alex. Thieves gangs are more often guarded against their own people.

   "Take this, you can call this number if you are in trouble."

  Eric took out a card from his pocket and threw it to Remy, but he turned around and left,

  Riwen glared at him for the last time, and suddenly changed into the most common appearance he used when he was an ordinary person. The figures of the three quickly disappeared at the end of the dark street corner.

  Remy sneered and was about to throw away this card. He looked at the special H-shaped emblem on it and a line of numbers. After hesitating for a moment, he still stuffed it into his chest pocket, murmuring subconsciously.

   "Howlett Group Howlett. Are you kidding, this is."

  Kama Taj's library.

   Listening to Huaxia’s traditional Beijing opera singing and the instrumental music of Chuichuidada, James really felt a strong sense of time and space at this moment.

  The gifts Emma brought include not only top-quality eastern and western teas and utensils, but also some classics of mysticism and some modern technological products.

A phonograph that can play all kinds of Beijing opera vinyl discs, the administrator of the Karma Taj Library, Master Wang, liked it very much. After thanking him politely, he moved it to his library under the eyes of all the little masters. library work desk.

  Since then, Master Wang's life has become "lively".

   "Old Wang, is there any analysis of the most basic node structure of these spells?"

  James put the "Basics of Weissandi Spells", which recorded the primary and intermediate spells commonly used by mystics, in front of Mage Wang, interrupting his comfortable state of being immersed in the melodious singing.

   "What do you want that for, the casting technique doesn't need those"

  For the sake of the gramophone, Wang explained the difference in detail.

   "Look for it, I can use it."

  James waved his hand to urge, and after a while, Mage Wang, who had been rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a long time, cast a disc with magic power, held up a stack of thick books, and placed it in front of James with a bang.

"It's all here. Hundreds of years ago, a sorcerer somehow thought about it. He deduced the node composition of these spells backwards. I don't know if it's right. The spells of the mystic master are all perception and imitation of the power of Emperor Weishan. You Don’t force yourself too much, if you don’t have the same way, you can’t conspire with each other.”

  James flipped through it casually, and the detailed spell nodes inside were as complicated as a star map, but this is the most basic magic principle he wants, and it is also the foundation of this energy utilization structure.

  He thanked Master Wang and came to the edge of the cliff where there was no one in Kama Taj to ponder for himself.

James was greatly inspired by the rune principle of the Asa Protoss. His life energy was born from the unparalleled physical body, but he could not be supported by the power of the magic dimension like the mystic, and remained in the void. .

Therefore, the rune runes that are also attached to weapons or various objects are highly compatible with him, but the magical effects of these runes are connected by the power of the hidden Asgardian gods. The imitation and drawing are of no use at all.

  Then, can the magician's spell structure, which is biased towards the principle of "program" to a certain extent, bring more changes in himself?

   "The Red Oculus of Raggador."

  James looked at the fancy name, but it was actually a hand-held basic magic energy shield spell formed with both hands. He had an intuitive understanding of the form of the spell formed by connecting dozens of magic nodes in series.

  This kind of magic shield, which is very commonly used by the Karma Taj mystic, has two levels. With the strength of the magic power, it can form the most basic bright yellow magic shield, or a deep red enhanced version, and the construction nodes are exactly the same.

  James pondered for a moment, wrote down the model of the entire spell structure, crossed his knees and closed his eyes, sensing the bioelectricity, energy, and energy flow in his body, like a magnificent scene of a vast galaxy reflected in front of his eyes.

  The blood-red life energy imitated the node network of Raggador's Mana Buckler, and in the flesh and blood on his chest, patterns and shapes were connected in series.

James once misunderstood the meaning of "Danfa" in the stage of "Baodan" in martial arts. Relying on the mutant gene of infinite self-healing, he took his own body and experimented with the Qimai nodes that condense Qi and blood, and obtained unprecedented understanding of the mysteries of the flesh.

  In addition to "seeing God", James has thoroughly revealed the secrets of the body and spirit. James is like a brilliant engineer at the moment. The acupoints or nerve points on the front chest that are close to and compatible with the magic nodes,

  The structure of the magic shield is outlined in series.

  嗡.嗡.

  Suddenly, there was a faint red light showing through his clothes. James frowned, and he was enduring something uncomfortably. Gradually, a red circular ring-shaped energy pattern floated faintly on his chest with Qihai acupoint as the center.

  The flesh on his chest was scorched with scorching red lines, outlining a mysterious magic shield pattern like a scalding iron.

  Boom!

   "poof"

  James Howlett's chest suddenly burst into blood mist, the front of the black mage robe was burnt to tatters, and even a mouthful of crystal clear blood spewed out of his mouth.

  The damaged internal organs and skin fascia instantly healed as before. James gently wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, showing his four slightly pointed canine teeth.

   Laughing very satisfied.

  The life energy is connected in series through the acupoints, qi veins and nerve points of the physical body, imitating the construction of the magic nodes of the Kama Taj secret magic shield, and it has really formed a new energy structure.

  Although there are still a lot of wrong series and incomplete connections, there is a response, which is the greatest good news.

   "The general composition direction of Weishandi's technique is to run the biological energy to find similar physical nodes to communicate and connect, and to adjust the wrong and unsuitable positions."

  James subconsciously touched the jade-colored, hairless and poreless skin on his chest, he knew it.

  I finally embarked on a new path.

  (end of this chapter)