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Chapter 12 Human's Superior Species

Williamsburg is full of damage and blood, major repairs are about to be put on the agenda, and Galio can't continue to eat today, and he still has some guesses that need to be confirmed.

: "The corpse is gone, and the blood stains can be cleaned up by professional departments. I'll have breakfast another day." Maintaining the aloof personality, Galio calmly bid farewell to the strange creatures in the fast-food restaurant.

Natasha followed Galio's pace slowly.

Not far from Williamsburg, Galio saw the blocked streets and the long-tongued monster thrown into the body bag in the car. His heart ached so much!

Natasha glanced at the ruthless Galio in the co-pilot, thinking 'it really is him'.

The long-tongued monster is already a card that cannot be retrieved. Galio can only withdraw his reluctant eyes. He drove the girl in a sports car and decided to change to another restaurant for dinner. Capable person, what if he encounters it in the Stark Building, what if the broken building collapses, how will he survive from the building that has no safety factor for a dime! ?
2 hours later, Stark Tower, a room that doesn't exist.

Tony Stark, Nick Fury, and Natasha sat at a small table, and Iron Man was filled with snacks and red wine.

: "Galio, nicknamed 'Secret Weapon', the preliminary investigation report, the ability characteristics are composed of 'body strengthening traits', 'super power traits', and 'unknown traits', three mutants were killed by Galio in front of me today. He was killed by shooting, and the other by ability shooting. He was careful not to leave any evidence as evidence, nor to reveal any characteristics. At least, the way of death with the long tongue really looked like an ordinary accident of falling from a building, but , I'm pretty sure he did something at the time."

"In terms of personality, he has a sense of justice, is unsmiling, and is not easy to be seduced. Although I haven't had further contact, I don't think it is harmful. Ability evaluation, conservative estimate, level 5!"

Nick Fury looked at the only corpse information in his hand. The evaluation of this thing ranged from 2 to 3. It was also a mainstay among capable people, but the cause of death was really weird.

While escaping, he was killed by an unsteady air-conditioning rack. When he pulled his tongue on it, he was hit on the head by the falling air-conditioner, and he was slapped to the ground until he died...

The way of death is very childish, and Galio is the main suspect anyway...

The sewers in New York extend in all directions, the transportation is convenient and there is no traffic jam at all, and it is warm in winter and cool in summer without air conditioning. As long as you can ignore some inconveniences in life, it is actually a party, home, travel, picnic... Uh, the last one, please don’t worry Don't even try.

In a non-existent space squeezed out by the iron sheet in the sewer, the outside world found a rare mutant here everywhere, and now this group of mutants are gnashing their teeth and shouting indignantly.

It doesn't seem unusual for abilities to mutate without changing appearance, but in many cases, this is rare luck. At least their lives will not be greatly affected. As long as they pay attention to hiding, they may be able to have a normal life. Here, Many mutants with nowhere to escape and severe changes in appearance hide here day and night, unable to go to the sun. The taste of the sun is already a scene in their memories.

The long time of not seeing the light of day filled these alienated mutants with anger and violence. They hated the humans on the ground who had a happy life all the time. They could not survive in the crowd. Once they were discovered, even by their family members, What they have to face will also be sentenced to bullets from the police.

This group of mutants have completely distinguished themselves from humans due to the mutation in appearance and long-term isolation, and they consider themselves a 'superior species', at least they think so in their hearts now, if 'that person' hadn't been absolutely powerful Suppressed by the "force" and given them a lingering environment, maybe they have already fought vigorously in the earth world.

The innermost part of the iron world, surrounded by very thin but tough iron sheets, without doors or windows.

A girl covered in blue and wearing very natural clothes: "The four people who went out to shop were all killed."

In the center of the room, there is a raised chair made of iron sheets. An old man wearing a British gentleman's suit, holding a cane, and combing his hair meticulously sits on it. In his hand, an iron chess piece is circling around his fingertips.

"Who did it?"

"It's a newly established organization by the ZF called 'SHIELD'."

The death of his companion made the elderly gentleman a little sad: "SHIELD?"

"Yes, it was set up specifically to target mutants and superpower events. Simply put, it is aimed at us."

"It seems that this group of stupid human beings will never die. It's just that, anyway, we have accumulated too much, and it's time to release it."

As he spoke, the white-haired elderly gentleman waved his hand, and the stool in the room sank into the ground, turning back into a flat metal room. He played his fingers lightly again, and a small door appeared in the metal room that had isolated everything just now. A group of grotesque mutants shouted hysterically.

"It's too much! Are you treating us like street rats and wanting to starve us to death? Our people are just going to get some food!"

"That's right! The weapons are only for self-defense, they haven't even hurt others! Humans are going to kill us all!"

"This is fucking war! I can't take this breath anymore, I'm going to the ground to kill those stupid humans!"

"Yes, kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"The era of mutants has come!"

"Oh hoo!"

The elderly gentleman looked at this group of grotesque compatriots very calmly. Except for a very small number of them, the rest of them were just consumables to him, because they did not have the elegance and noble heart that belonged to mutants.

As a severely mentally ill, oh no, a mature leader who considers himself a superior species, the old gentleman has always upheld that appearance is not important, ability is not important, the most important thing is to have an elegant heart and a calm and calm style.

Brother Chameleon, Brother Bear, Sister Horse, Sister Lizard, the colorful mutants who stay here without seeing the light of day are all types whose abilities have not fully developed and whose appearance has been irreversibly affected. They no longer have the space to survive in human society. No matter what their previous identities were or what kind of knowledge they possessed, it is too easy for elderly gentlemen to gather such combat power, and an open space is enough.

At this time, the horse-faced little brother stood up and said, "Magneto, we are going to take revenge! You can't stop us this time, four compatriots, four compatriots who are kind-hearted, hard-working and charming!"

The corners of Magneto's eyebrows twitched. Did he hear something terrible just now? From now on, this horse must be kept ten feet away from him, especially when sleeping.

(End of this chapter)