Chapter 194 Victor's Fear
The bar is a mixture of red, yellow and green. The environment is rather dim and the harsh rock music is driving this group of energetic American youths.

The man had a confident smile on his face as 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 even knocked down a young man.

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

The white young man quickly got up from the ground, his eyes wide open, and quickly came in front of the man. He was about 1.9 meters tall, allowing him to look down at the man in front of him. He clenched his fists, as if he was going to attack if the man didn't explain clearly.

"Ah!"

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

boom!
The young man's body was like being hit by a cannonball. He flew backwards in an instant and fell directly into the crowd behind him. He fainted without even a scream.

"what!"

"Shet!"

"Fuck, what's going on?"

The people who were affected were all shouting. Looking at the man who was slowly walking towards them, they immediately shut up. They saw the man with a smile on his face and a pistol in one hand pointing at them.

"Hey, MAN, let's talk it over!"

A man forced a smile and placed his hands on his chest, trying to get Victor to put down his hostility.

"..."

Looking at this group of cowards, Victor curled the corners of his mouth 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 outside who were still swaying their bodies wildly and were not affected at all. He didn't want to make things worse. If the target ran away, it would be difficult for him to catch him again!
While walking through the crowd, Victor carefully observed every man immersed in the music, and finally squeezed out of the crowd. A smile appeared in his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on a corner diagonally to the side of the bar, where there was a semi-open box. A dark-skinned man was hugging two scantily clad white women on his left and right, and seemed extremely happy. The curve of his lips revealed two rows of white teeth.

"Would you like something to drink, sir?"

The bartender's words interrupted his thoughts. Victor glanced at the waiter with a standard smile on his face and said, "Give me a glass of red wine!"

Victor took the red wine and drank it all in one gulp. Under the waiter's vigilant gaze, he slowly took out the pistol from the inside of his shirt and took out a few shiny bullets from the side of his waist. After reloading, he glanced at the waiter who had his hands raised above his head and did not dare to move, and casually pulled out a few US dollar bills and threw them over.

"Your tip!"

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the target man slowly and with a swagger.

Watching the man leaving, the waiter's face was full of lingering fear. He grabbed the US dollars in a panic and then slipped out the back door. In his eyes, the man with a smile on his face was more terrifying than the devil!
……

"Sir, you are so generous!"

The girl in a bunny girl costume snuggled in the man's arms with a cute look on her face. She held a large amount of US dollars in her hand and tried hard 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 somewhat complacent, holding a beautiful woman in his arms and squandering money. Is there anything happier than this?

"Ha ha……"

The girl's laughter stopped abruptly, and she looked with horror at the man who came to the door of the box, pulled out a gun and pointed it at them.

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

"Law……"

boom--

Bang bang bang!
He emptied the magazine of his pistol and looked at the black man who was twitching all over, riddled with bullet holes, and had just recovered from his invisible state.

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

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

"Who are you?!"

The black man was foaming at the mouth and looking angrily at the saber-toothed tiger blocking the door. He didn't understand when he had offended the strange man in front of him?
Victor kept smiling when he heard the man's words. He noticed the black man's eyes darting around. Obviously, the guy seemed to still want to struggle.

as predicted.

boom!
The table that was originally used as a cover for the girls was blown away in an instant. 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 fell heavily on Victor. The weight that could knock down a normal person did not make him feel burdened. His expression did not even change at all. He threw the table aside. Without seeing the man, Victor's eyes fell into emptiness. After about two seconds, he suddenly pulled out the dagger at his side and stabbed it into the air beside him at lightning speed.

"Ah!"

The 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 long black leather coat. The smile on his face did not change. He looked at the black man who was holding his neck tightly with his eyes full of disbelief.

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

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

"It's your foul smell. Your blood smells worse than I thought!"

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

Click!

The sound of bones breaking was barely audible. Victor casually threw the body in his arms to the side, blew the girls a kiss, and walked away in a cool manner.

"Ahhh!"

"Dead!"

"Blood, a lot of 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 that he had placed close to his body, tore the first photo of a black person into pieces, and then looked at the second photo.

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

Squeezing through the crowd, Victor walked towards a place with less crowds. Although he was not afraid of the police, he still wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Switching back and forth between walking and riding, as noon approached, Victor arrived at an abandoned factory. Looking at the sparse jungle in front of him, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he casually threw aside the cigarette in his hand, which was already the umpteenth cigarette.

He walked slowly towards the jungle.

"Hey, don't you put out your cigarette butt?"

There were some teasing words coming from behind.

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

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

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

The familiar sign reminded him of a legend that had been circulating in New York recently.

A mysterious force recently arrived in the originally "peaceful" New York. They seemed to be looking for something and had attracted the attention of Victor's superiors. A conflict even broke out between the two sides.

What surprised everyone was that the local organization was helpless against this outsider.

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

"Sabertooth Tiger Victor, um, participated in the war, and has a younger brother. They both seem to have some kind of immortality. They both disappeared in a war."

"You investigated me!"

With his eyes slightly narrowed and the bone spurs on his fists slowly stretched out, the saber-toothed tiger looked at the people with a grim smile as if he didn't take him seriously.

This guy's casual attitude made him furious.

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

He is immortal, has extraordinary endurance and strength, and seems to have the ability to remain ageless. His palms can extend bone spurs, and he has the keen instincts of a cat. He can be said to be a natural killing machine.

Maybe in the eyes of other mutants, Victor is a terrible warrior who symbolizes death, but in the eyes of No. 5, this guy is his sacrifice to the Original Mutant!

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

Victor asked curiously, his eyes quickly looking at the weapons on the man in front of him. He was not a cocky guy.

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

Without directly answering Victor's question, the experienced combat officer No. 5 saw through Victor's true purpose at a glance.

This guy was trying to divert my attention while trying to find my weaknesses?
Haha, interesting!
Looking at Victor who was eager to try, Wu Hao felt a rare sense of passion that he had not felt for a long time.

Although his body was already as cold as ice...

(End of this chapter)