Gotham Dark Godfather

Victor Stone, later known as Cyborg, was an excellent American football star player.He was seriously injured due to an accidental explosion by the Apokolips Mother Box and was in a near-death state.

In order to save his son's life, his father Silas Stone took him to the "Red Room Laboratory" where the U.S. government collects various alien technologies for rescue. During the process, he was affected by the Mother Box molecules. Victor absorbed all the high technology in the Red Room and eventually became a half-human, half-machine cyborg.

This example fully illustrates how important dad’s career is to future generations.But this does not affect Cyborg's ability and popularity. Although Cyborg spent most of his scenes in Teen Titans for a long time in the past, after the New 52, ​​Cyborg's skin color gave him a great bonus. As a result, he replaced Martian Manhunter and became one of the veterans of the Justice League, and even surpassed Batman in intelligence for a time.

But at this moment, Victor, who had not yet turned into a steel frame, was not focusing on the outcome of the game. Instead, he kept looking towards the stands, as if he was expecting something.

There was an empty seat in the best VIP seat in the center of the grandstand, which seemed very awkward in the crowded auditorium.You must know that for such a popular game, it is almost impossible to get a ticket, and few people will miss such a good position to watch the game.

There was a note taped to the vacant seat that read: Silas Stone.Obviously this seat is a special seat reserved for Cyborg's father, but it's a pity that the old man didn't come to support him.

"Hey big shot, are you okay?" The team members obviously noticed something strange about their star wide receiver, so they gathered around and asked.

Cyborg frowned, trying hard to put away the sadness in his heart, and a resolute and courageous look emerged.

Seeing his appearance, the team members knew that their boss had regained his fighting spirit, so they gathered around him and asked eagerly:

"We don't have much time to attack Vick. The cowboys on the opposite side will never let us score as we wish."

Looking at the team members around him, Cyborg arranged the tactics very seriously without any hesitation.

"It sounds like those Texas savages want to delay time and keep the tie, so even if they give up the opportunity to counterattack, it will add obstacles to our breakthrough. Therefore, our way of playing is to pass the ball and keep looking for opportunities in circuits. The y option on the right side is on standby. Once there is one, Jump forward when the opportunity arises.”

It has to be said that in addition to his strong physique, Cyborg also inherited his father's wisdom. At least for now, he has begun to take shape in making suggestions, and he will definitely become a great weapon in the future.

The team members nodded with sincerity, shouted slogans and dispersed, preparing to serve.

For a moment, the entire audience seemed to hold their breath and looked at everything on the field attentively.

Cyborg took one last look at the space vacated by his father, sighed, and ordered in a firm tone:

"Admiral, watch out for the brown buffalo, thirty buffalo, ha ha."

These are obviously rugby terms. After saying the last word, the players were like rampaging dinosaurs, frantically attacking the opponent's wall. People on both sides collided with each other in the most primitive way, competing for each other's strength. , brutal and full of violence.

Obviously, the opponent knew the significance of these ten seconds to them, and had no intention of competing with Cyborg's teammates in a brute force competition. The only way to prevent Cyborg from serving and starting the attack was to stop Cyborg from serving. In a short time, several people broke through the defense line and headed towards Cyborg step by step. Approaching, constantly squeezing his opportunities to advance.

At this time, the audience was exclaiming, and they were all worried about their team. You must know that this position is 43 yards away from the front court. Only a trebuchet can throw this distance. Ordinary people have no possibility of doing it. arrive.

Barely avoiding several opponents who rushed towards him, Cyborg was obviously aware of his situation. As time passed by, the chances left for him were getting less and less.

Unable to think about anything, Cyborg spotted a fleeting opening and used all his strength to throw the ball in his hand.

I saw the thing swaying and flying through the fighting crowd, landing accurately in the hands of my teammates, and then easily rushed to the goal point to complete the score.Almost at the same time, the final whistle sounded, and Cyborg's team won.

"Well done, champion. That shot just now was so cool."

The teammates rushed forward and hugged Cyborg's shoulders, spitting and shouting.

Hearing the praises of his teammates, Cyborg barely showed a smile on his face, and quickly cast his eyes to the auditorium. The empty seats seemed to be like a fish bone, piercing Cyborg's heart.

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It had been a long time since the game ended. Cyborg did not participate in the celebrations of his teammates. Instead, he quietly came to an inconspicuous street alone and found a relatively clean-looking phone booth. After hesitating for a moment, he dialed the familiar but familiar phone number. Unknown number.

It took a long time before someone answered the phone, and a serious voice said hoarsely:

"Victor, is that you? Only you know the phone number of my laboratory, but I am doing very important work now, so you'd better keep your story short."

There is no doubt that this is Cyborg's father, Silas Stone, who studies extraterrestrial civilizations for the Pentagon and is an expert in this field.

Cyborg frowned. He had heard this statement countless times, and every time it was because he was too busy at work, and there was almost no change.

But even so, Cyborg still patiently said in a low voice:

"I know how busy you are at work, but... I really thought that this time... I thought that this time you would keep your promise and come to watch my game..."

However, before he finished speaking, Silas Stone directly interrupted Cyborg's words.

"Catching the football and reaching the equalizing point are just childish tricks. I will not waste my precious research time doing such things." Silas Stone said decisively: "Open your eyes and see, son, we are now In the world we live in, there are already races of people who can fly, destroy buildings, and do things faster than bullets. What they do will be better than all athletes. Your achievements will not matter to these superhuman beings. It's useless to say that you should put your energy into knowledge, and getting into a good university is far more valuable than being on the court."

Hearing this, Cyborg tried to explain:

"Today there were many college scouts present, and they were all vying to provide me with a full guarantee for college. Even the manager of a Gotham professional team came and wanted to sign me to play in the professional league... ..."

But the topic was interrupted again, Silas Stone said loudly and somewhat angrily:

"I remember telling you many times that I will pay for your college education. You don't need to apply for those so-called scholarships."

"But......."

"Nothing but, if I don't sign, your coach won't let those scouts negotiate terms with you. This matter is non-negotiable. Son, you are about to graduate from high school and are an adult. Some things can be left to your own devices in the past. Your temper is random, but from now on, you must take your own responsibility. The rugby matter ends here, and there is no need to continue. This is why I will never go to your game. Think about it."

With that, Silas Stone hung up the phone and returned to his scientific research.

Listening to the beeping busy tone on the other end of the phone, Cyborg was silent for a moment, but did not hang up the receiver. Instead, he said calmly to the blind phone:

"Hey, you didn't ask, but... we won the game tonight. Good night, dad."