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

trial room.

Alan's hands were locked on the table, and his ankles were tied to the floor.

The guards took him here and left.

It took nearly ten minutes for the door lock to move.

Two figures came in from outside, and the appearance of one of them made Alan's eyes glow dark.

This person was obviously Josh from yesterday, and behind him was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, holding a document in his hand.

"Hello Alan, oh no, it's 9527, long time no see."

Josh's provocative gaze fell on the number of the prison uniform, and a playful smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

Alan's gloomy eyes stared at the enemy, his fists clenched "squeaky", and now he can completely break the chain and rush up to kill this man.

With the current strength, it is almost the same as Captain America.

But if he did, he would never be able to go out with his At the moment strength.

And a mutant that can't be restrained by a suppressor will also be heavily cared for.

So worthless.

He gritted his teeth...

Because Josh is only one of them, it's not worth ruining the overall situation for a moment.

Besides, Alan would never let this man die easily.

He wants all those who have hurt Sivir and Avril to die!

Pay a terrible price! ! !

"You are angry."

Josh put his hands on the table and looked at him, always shaking his head with a sneer on his face, "Unfortunately, God can't help you, dirty Mutant."

The last few words were intensified, filled with disgust and disgust.

Josh stood there with a high-sounding look, as if yesterday's murderer wasn't him!

It was Alan with a gloomy face in front of him.

ridiculous...

The man in handcuffs was the victim...

"Enough! Josh invites you out."

The prosecutor at the back saw that Alan was emotionally unstable, so he couldn't stand it any longer and said sharply.

"I leave this to you."

Josh sneered, turned around and walked out.

Wait for the door to close.

The prosecutor rubbed his brows and sat on the chair opposite Alan, "Sorry, Josh is a little out of his mind."

"Forgot to introduce myself, I'm Reed Strucker, the prosecutor in charge of Mutant."

Reed Strucker habitually stretched out his hand, and then quickly retracted it after thinking of something, with an apologetic smile on his face.

"Reidstrak?"

Alan was slightly taken aback when he heard this, then looked up at the elegant man with a full beard, with a typical politician's face.

This made his originally gloomy eyes flash with a light.

Reid Strucker.....

Come to think of it, he's the prosecutor Mutant hates the most, because he's always dealing with Mutant's cases...

It's just that this excellent prosecutor never imagined that his two children were also Mutants!

Later, he was forced to join the Mutant organization, and gradually saw the grievances Mutant suffered and the difficulty of living, and felt sympathy for this.

"Hey? Are you listening?"

Reed waved his hand and shouted twice.

"Um."

Alan nodded, thinking in his heart, and then said, "You and Josh are familiar?"

"No, we've only met once."

Reed said, digging out a document and stating the purpose of the trip: "The FBI has charged you with multiple counts, suspected of deliberately murdering Chacker and others, and suspected of murdering two police officers. These two things are extremely bad......"

"But as long as you confess and be lenient, the government is willing to defend you."

After speaking, he pushed the document in front of Alan, and took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, which was very obvious.

Ask Alan to sign a guilty plea.

"I saved them."

Alan sneered, as if his heart was no longer so fragile after so much.

Hearing someone slander him again, he didn't care.

Perhaps, the only thing that can move him now is the death of his wife and daughter...

Reed took out another document from the briefcase and put it on the table, "I'd like to listen to you, but all the evidence..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Mr. Prosecutor, I would like to ask about the incident of my wife and daughter, what do you think?"

Alan smiled, a morbidly terrifying smile.

As if it was Satan from hell, the corners of his mouth grinned like the scythe of Death God.

It's chilling, sweat dripping down your forehead.

"I...sorry, that's not my business."

Reed felt a chill in his body, and the man who handed out the document subconsciously took it back. After a while, he continued: "I'm doing this for your own good, to save you, otherwise people outside will never make you feel better."

Alan was silent, smiling without saying a word.

Does Reed really not know?

No, how could such a good prosecutor as him not know.

He may even have seen the videotape of the playground and witnessed two innocent ordinary people being shot to death!

Witnessing two soft people fall in a pool of blood!

However, he didn't want to cause trouble and chose to ignore it.

This is human nature, and always egoists.

Anything that supports justice and righteousness is hypocritical.

The whole system is already corroded...

Alan's abyss-like eyes stared at Reed's eyes, and a thought emerged in his mind, "Mr. Reed, do you know how to make state laws?"

"Learn."

Reed didn't know why he said that.

Maybe for a moment, he felt that if he answered incorrectly, he would die because of it.

"Your answer saved you."

"You know what I'm thinking, sometimes the most disgusting is always around."

Alan's words left Reed at a loss.

He felt that the young man in front of him might have been stimulated to go crazy, and he actually said such frivolous words, but he didn't think so, he looked obviously normal......

Even weirdly scary...

In the end, because Alan refused to sign, Reed had to let the prison guards take him back.

After the people left, the prosecutor who had seen countless Mutants breathed a sigh of relief and slumped on the chair.

What is the origin of this Mutant?

The description in the data is far weaker than any other Mutant, but it is a little suffocating when you see it.

That oriental face made Reed feel like he was a sleeping lion, gradually waking up...

"Didn't he sign?"

At this moment, Josh pushed the door and walked in.

"No, leave his affairs to others, this kid is too weird."

Reed glanced at him, packed his file bag and walked away without looking back.

Leaving Josh standing alone.

"Don't sign it?"

He glanced at the list of experimental subjects in his hand, which had a name Alan. Exxon, number 9527.

"One more reason."

Josh showed a frantic smile, I really hope that this beast's bones can be so hard when it comes to the experiment!

Ever since the family was mutilated by Mutant.

His heart was gradually twisted and perverted, and he liked to watch Mutant being dissected and the pain and helplessness of Mutant being slaughtered by others!

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