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In one year, a lot of things happened and a lot of things changed, such as Mark.

Mark's mission completion rate remained at %, making him a legend among mercenaries.

He also has many more friends.

Mole, Mercenary Buck... and Wade.

It feels like having known Wade for a long time has affected him, but of course only a little.

After accepting the new task, Mark turned around and left quickly, ignoring Wade's shouts behind him.

In the dark night of Hell's Kitchen, scenes worthy of blockbusters are still taking place.

Gang fights, family murders, robberies and thefts can be seen everywhere.

At this time, Hell's Kitchen seemed extremely chaotic because there was no one person who could suppress all the forces.

And Mark's new mission target is a gang boss who has recently emerged in Hell's Kitchen.

Some people say that no one in Hell's Kitchen is innocent. Although this is a bit exaggerated, it is by no means an exaggeration.

Walking west along the road, Mark came to an apartment not far from the river bank, bought a bottle of milk at the corner store, and walked to his home.

A three-story building.

Mark walked along the steps to the top of the building.

He does not live inside, but on the roof.

There was originally a flower room on the roof, but after his renovation, it became his home for this year.

Of course, he was not looking for a cheap deal here, but simply felt that the outdoor space on the roof made him feel very comfortable.

The flower room is in the center of the roof. There are many flowers and plants placed around the flower room. On the edge of the rooftop rooftop, there is a sun umbrella. Under the umbrella, there is a white three-legged table and two chairs.

Mark likes it here very much because he can watch the bright lights on the other side of the river while enjoying the river breeze while eating.

"Meow!"

Just as they reached the top of the building, a black cat fell from the roof of the greenhouse with a soft meow, ran to Mark's feet, circled around Mark, and rubbed Mark's calf.

This stray cat moved here from Mark and stayed with him.

Mark smiled slightly, bent down and picked up the black cat, and whispered: "Sheriff, are you hungry?"

"When will you be so gentle to me?"

With a disgruntled murmur, a girl popped up from the stairs.

Mark turned to look at the girl and smiled: "Why are you competing with a cat?"

"Meow meow!"

The black cat barked at the girl in Mark's arms, as if echoing Mark's words.

The girl looked at the cat in Mark's arms with envy and walked up the stairs slowly.

The long hair dyed lavender is spread over the shoulders, adding a touch of charm to the girl's cold facial features. The body is so exquisite that it can even be said to be explosive. The lavender short skirt on her body is fully stretched, making her One can't help but worry whether the skirt will be torn. Under the short skirt, a pair of slender and straight legs, walking briskly on the last step, appeared in front of Mark with their owner.

Betsy Braddock was rescued by Mark half a year ago, or to be more precise, picked up by Mark.

At that time, Betsy was dragged into the alley by two men. Mark happened to see it and chased after him. When Mark rushed in, he happened to see Betsy screaming with the lavender light blade stretched out from his palm. The two men were chopped into pieces.

Betsy also stood there blankly as if she was frightened. She only said "Help me" to Mark who rushed over, and then fainted.

Afterwards, Mark brought Betsy back. After Betsy woke up, he popularized the basic knowledge of mutants for Betsy, and accompanied Betsy through the difficult time in the early stages of awakening mutant abilities. Even two months ago, Betsy began to practice physical skills and sword skills with Mark.

If Mark didn't recognize the young Betsy at first, as the two continued to come into contact and Betsy's abilities became more and more mature, Mark finally recognized the other person's identity.

Psylocke from the future.

Betsy Braddock, who is now only eighteen years old, is a girl who came to New York with a dream of becoming a model. After experiencing what happened that night, in addition to still fighting for her dream, she has gained another identity.

Mutant.

"Ugh..."

Like a lazy cat, Betsy stretched herself and said to Mark: "What's delicious for dinner tonight? Braised pork?"

Mark smiled and said: "I keep eating meat and I am not afraid of gaining weight."

"Getting fat? How is that possible!" Betsey said with a smile: "I go to work during the day, and I have to come here to exercise with you at night. It's weird that I can gain weight. I can only barely maintain a balance."

"It's about learning physical skills, not sports."

"No difference!"

Betsey said nonchalantly and walked towards the flower room. She took out the key under a flowerpot and opened the door. She said to Mark, "Come in quickly. I'm hungry."

Mark shook his head, walked forward, and said, "Why does it feel like I'm going back to your house every time?"

"Is there any difference between your home and mine?" Betsy rolled her eyes, hooked her hands on Mark's shoulders, and tried again: "How about I move here?"

Mark stretched out his hand and touched Betsy's forehead and said, "Little brat, don't think about this mess."

Betsey looked at Mark with resentment and said, "I'm not young anymore, I'm already eighteen."

"In my eyes, he's still a kid."

Mark smiled and broke free and walked into the room, shouting to Betsy who was outside the door: "Come in quickly and help me feed the cat."

Betsey regained her smile, strode into the room, and said, "Come right away!"

After pouring the milk into the cat bowl for the cat, Betsy sat on the sofa nearby, holding her face up and looking at Mark who was busy. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised unconsciously, and then she fell into a trance. As time passed by, Her eyelids trembled and she actually fell asleep.

Mark looked back, smiled and shook his head. After washing his hands, he took a blanket and gently covered Betsey.

This girl always makes herself so tired.

Half an hour later, Betsey wrinkled her cute nose, opened her eyes, looked at the blanket on her body, and felt warm in her heart.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Stretching, Betsy stood up.

Mark said calmly: "Don't let yourself get too tired."

"I know, it's so long-winded."

Betsey murmured quietly, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her current mood. When she saw the braised pork on the table, she finally couldn't help but smile at the corners of her mouth.

I took a piece and put it in my mouth, and a sweet aroma seemed to bloom in my heart.

Betsy served the food for the two of them, and after Mark sat down, she suddenly said: "By the way, I remember you said that some mutants have nicknames. What do you think my name should be?"

"Psylocke!"

Mark blurted out.

Betsy didn't hesitate: "Okay, let's call her Psylocke."