章 63: goddess of machines

"Well, that sure was a lot more fun than i thought it would," Xavier muttered, dropping his Nature-improvised club and dusting his hands together. He sighs in satisfaction and walks up to the female agent, who had wounds of various kinds, all over her body.

"Hey, i only have a few questions to ask you, and i need you to answer me," he said, taking out an healing serum and stretching it to her. "Is that understood?" he asked sharply

But the woman didn't respond, neither did she take the serum, she just laid there, staring at Xavier menacingly, her eyes full of hatred for him, or rather his kind.

"I don't collect things from you filthy, corrupted scums," she replied coldly, gritting her teeth from anger, or maybe the pain. But it's probably the anger.

Xavier sighed. "Okay now you're just being racist," he muttered with a playful tone