American Comics: The Family Was Killed, And The Silver Superman Became An Ancestor

Federal Psychic Prison.

Commonly known as Mutant Prison, because this prison contains almost only Mutants.

Ka...cha!

The door at the end of the dark corridor opened, and the ceiling lights turned on in sequence.

Several heavily armed special forces armed with rifles, pushed a figure and walked in. This person was Alan who had just been brought back. He was wearing a dark blue prison uniform, wearing a restraint collar, his hands and feet were wrapped in chains and he walked forward step by step. .

The iron chains slid across the ground, making a light sound.

Jingle Bell.

The soldier behind reminded loudly: "Hurry up! Don't try to play tricks, there is no way to escape from this place when Storm comes!"

Alan ignored him, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

The decoration here is very different from that of ordinary prisons. There are copper walls and iron walls everywhere that are airtight and full of technology. The corridor is three meters wide, and every few meters there is a heavy mechanical iron door.

No wonder the soldiers are so proud, the variant Ability is restricted, and it is hard to escape if you stay in such a place.

And Alan found that all the cells in the cell were Mutants wearing collars, not like ordinary people and Mutants were imprisoned together.

"9527 Go to the place and go in."

The soldier took him to the open cell 666 and called out his number.

Crack...chuck!

Bah!

After Alan walked in, the chains of his hands and feet were taken away, and the mechanical iron door behind him slowly closed.

"The newcomer's attention, don't make trouble, get out and gather when the bell rings tomorrow."

The person who spoke was the prison guard who arrived later. He saw that the prisoner had already sat on the bed before leaving.

The single cell has a monotonous interior without windows, like an iron box.

There is a toilet two meters away from the bed, and there is only a sink and a toothbrush cup and towel. The ends of the plastic toothbrushes are all blunt to prevent brutal prisoners from self-harming or hurting others.

"call......"

Alan lay on the bed and looked at the harsh environment. If he were another Mutant, he would have collapsed and gave up when his Ability was suppressed.

But he was not worried at all, his expression was indifferent.

As if everything was under control.

because......

[Item]: Contract

[Effect]: Holding a contract, you can sign a contract with others and make the other party surrender to you, but this item cannot force a contract, and the other party must agree to surrender (regardless of any means and circumstances).

[Current contract number]: No

Alan read the prop information in his mind, and the dark light in his eyes became more and more strange.

This contract is also a reward given by the system, as long as the person who signs the contract with him will be firmly controlled.

As long as the contracted person violates his heart, he will be noticed by the host.

And the host only needs a thought to make the contracted person have a splitting headache, and his body can't move half a minute!

The reason why Alan came to Mutant Prison is to win over other Mutants, make good use of the modified mutant ability, and form a powerful Mutant army.

Secondly, he needs to recharge his batteries and absorb the light and radiation emitted by Fixed Star to improve his strength. This body has unlimited potential that has not yet been developed, and this prison will be a good location.

In addition, Alan knows that the Marvel world is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface. There are many strong people who will not come forward easily, so only with strong strength can they fight against the world on their own.

"Hey......"

Alan took out the photo in his pocket, which was taken at the playground this afternoon. In the photo, the family of three looked happy, warm and happy, but now everything has vanished. What's more sad is that the self-service camera's photo is gray and white.

Everything seems to be destined...

Before he knew it, his eyes turned red with a handsome expression of pain. He closed his eyes and unconsciously remembered the scene of his wife and daughter before they died.

Alan wet his face with tears and muttered to himself, "Give me some time..."

......

The next morning, the cafeteria.

The spacious canteen is surrounded by guards patrolling back and forth, and the Mutants sit at the long table and bow their heads to eat breakfast.

The TV on the wall at this point also broadcasts the news, which is the only way for Mutant to get information from the outside world.

A piece of news about Tony Stark was playing on the TV.

Alan raised his head and glanced at the sound, but stopped paying attention to watching other people while eating.

"Hey, you're new here, haven't you met Tony Stark? His life is my dream, playboy eats and drinks every day..."

A Mutant next to him patted him and said excitedly.

"He's got bad luck and something is going to happen."

Alan glanced and responded casually.

It's not nonsense, the news said Tony was going to Ahan to sell arms.

If the universe didn't go wrong, Tony would be taken away by terrorists if he didn't use it.

The man frowned slightly, "Unfortunate."

Alan ignored and continued to observe the people nearby, picking the right person.

Soon a figure caught his attention, "She, looks familiar..."

At the dining table in the distance, a green-haired woman sat drinking porridge with her head down. When she raised her head, her delicate and pretty face came into view.

Alan recognized her!

The green-haired woman turned out to be Polaris Lorna. Dane!

who is she?

Magneto's daughter with unlimited potential!

Absolutely a great candidate and fits Alan's criteria.

It's just that this Polaris looks very immature, and looks only seventeen or eighteen years old at most, but his eyebrows reveal a profound and perseverance that his peers do not have.

Alan wasn't stupid enough to jump on it abruptly, but planned to observe for a while.

After all, if a stranger suddenly came to you, anyone else would be vigilant.

Doing so will only startle the snake.

Besides, who knows how the Polaris of this universe is different from the Polaris he thought.

However, at this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard.

A few guards came over, and the leader said coldly, "9527, please come with us."

"The prosecutor is looking for you."

"Prosecutor?"

Alan was a little puzzled, not knowing what the hell these people were up to.

But looking at Josh's attitude, he knew that there would never be much good news when he was caught.

But he didn't resist, got up and followed the guards out of the confinement area.

............