July is a sunny day in New York.


    In the lazy golden sunset in the afternoon, in the transit plane from Singapore to New York, porter looked a little tired and came out of the cabin.


    Looking at the familiar and strange things in front of him, it was only two months, but Potter had a feeling that things were right and people were wrong.


    There were still so many people in New York airport. They found a taxi and threw the salute to Porter in the back seat. They thought for a moment: "go to Brooklyn."


    The air is filled with the smell of daffodils. The driver is an Indian. He looks a little silent, but once he opens the conversation?


    His name is dorfand. He likes a girl named Gita, but it''s a pity that his cousin BANDU is a handsome scum man,


    It is well known that in modern society, if you want to find a beautiful and suitable girlfriend, either you are rich or you are a scum man, and an honest man like doffin can''t even drink pot water unless he can evolve into a plate catcher.


    Under Porter''s comfort, a "happy" smile appeared on his face.


    As for whether he will commit suicide after taking over the business?


    That''s not Porter''s business.


    Three hours later, it was more than eight o''clock in the evening. He threw the remaining $61.50 to dovender. Porter left a word to keep it, and then picked up his luggage and left.


    Dovend seemed to want to say something, but looking at Porter''s 1.9-meter strong body, he shrunk his neck and reluctantly put away the money. Although he didn''t make much money, he didn''t lose money at least.


    That''s good for Leonardo.


    Brooklyn, an area southeast of Manhattan, is also the most populous area in the five districts of New York City.


    Because it is cheap, there are a large number of non American people here. In a sense, most of the guys from all over the world with the New York dream took their first step from Brooklyn.


    So don''t look at the chaos in Brooklyn, but there are many capable people and different people here, which can even be described as a mixture of dragons and snakes.


    Of course, chaos breeds evil.


    The dark streets smelled of swill and garbage in the air.


    A group of sixteen or seventeen children gathered around an iron bucket full of graffiti and unable to see the original logo.


    It may be in pursuit of stimulation, or it may be in pursuit of stimulation. In short, it is not the kind of roadside picnic baby holding an iron bucket to roast meat and sausage.


    A little girl who was obviously not well developed licked her exaggerated death Barbie''s pink lips with her pink tongue and some wild fingers at Potter: "uncle, do you want to play? It only costs $20. I''m only 16 years old."


    Behind her, a girl wearing exposed clothes but also under age slapped the black tight leather pants of the first girl. With a "pop", she looked at the strong Potter:


    "You shameless little bichi, do you want it? Uncle, do you want to come together? My tongue is very flexible."


    But porter looked so cold that he didn''t even look, so he walked past the young people.


    Behind him, there seems to be a girl''s abuse. I don''t know whether it''s talking about cowards, impotence, or the ridicule between several plastic sisters, such as a kind concern:


    "You bichi!"


    As the street goes deeper and deeper, there are fewer and fewer people around.


    Every five minutes, the surroundings become desolate at a speed visible to the naked eye.


    In the end, there were few even qualified buildings around. There was only one abandoned factory with lights on, which looked gloomy and strange on the desolate land.


    Standing in front of the locked iron gate of the factory, Potter looked hesitant, but finally he knocked.


    The thick palm slapped on the iron door and made a "bang" sound.


    After a while, the door opened, and the woman in black tight jeans was scanning her eyes with sharp eyes, and then frowned:


    "Potter, when did you come back? Where are the others?"


    Thick skeleton, proud mind, if not the same strong waist, I believe it must be a protruding and warping devil figure.


    But even so, this kind of strength, which is not fat, is still a symbol of beauty and power in the eyes of many people.


    But with a match in his mouth, the "angel" in front of him had a little more ruffian flavor.


    Her name is angel. Although Porter has always wondered why she, who has super power, should call herself the dust angel. Is it because her name is angel?


    However, Porter did not care too much about this issue. With a deep breath, Porter flashed a dignified look in his eyes: "angel, there have been some accidents. I want to see boss."


    Looking at Potter suspiciously, he spit out the match in his mouth. Angel nodded: "you come with me."


    She doesn''t know what happened and doesn''t want to know.


    All she knew was that Potter came back alone and the boss needed to explain.


    The seemingly abandoned factory is much more lively than expected. In a room separated by glass, all kinds of strange people are locked up.


    For example, he has wings behind him, bone spurs on his forehead, blue skin, or a long tail.


    Porter belongs to an organization that specializes in making mutants.


    They will look for retired veterans or people with terminal diseases and inject them with drugs to stimulate the X gene in these people.


    Although the mutant''s reputation in society is not very good.


    But I have to admit that mutant man is a treasure all over his body.


    Powerful mutants, such as Professor X and magneto, should be feared even by a big country like the United States.


    Slightly normal mutants, even if they are not as powerful as magneto, can become a very excellent war machine with a little adjustment, such as Colonel Stryker''s x-weapon Wolverine.


    As for why not use robots?


    Hehe, even after two years, no one will forget the painful lesson left by aochuang.


    Hundreds of millions of neon people were erased from the earth, and Nagini, the strongest superhero in human history, also died in that battle.


    Although there are other losses, neither of the above two can be borne by mankind.


    Of course, this is just the result that ordinary people know. As for the truth?


    Do you want to tell ordinary people that in order to save the rest of the earth, they choose to sacrifice neon and Nagini''s family. What''s more, Nagini is not dead and is hiding in the dark waiting to revenge mankind?


    Compared with the more cruel truth, it is obvious that we are still willing to accept the former. After all, accepting the former will not have so much sense of guilt.


    There is Nagini outside and aochuang inside. It was in this helplessness that everyone thought of mutants.


    Compared with cold robots, mutants are much more pleasing to the eye.


    After all, machines are just machines. Although mutants are not human, they at least have feelings and can be controlled.


    Moreover, even the most junk mutants, their X gene, also has high scientific research value.


    Porter''s boss just saw this business opportunity, so he began to run a store selling mutants two years ago.


    With a height of 1.8 meters, a cold face and indifferent eyes, he seems to be a machine without emotion.


    Wearing a white coat, he looks like the man who is a scientific researcher. His name is Ajax. He is the boss of Porter, the boss of the mutant production factory.


    And seeing Potter coming back alone?


    Francis (AJAX is a pseudonym, his real name is Francis) frowned: "Why are you alone?"


    The cold eyes swept over and felt the indifference from the boss. Potter''s body trembled, but a moment later, his eyes were a little heavy:


    "Boss, we had an accident in Borneo and everyone died."


    With a frown, Francis was stunned, and his eyes were a little surprised: "Harry is dead, too?"


    Porter nodded, as if he would think of some terrible memory, which made him tremble in his eyes: "a terrible monster attacked us, boss, we..."


    But what Porter didn''t expect was that before he finished, he seemed to have misunderstood something. A red figure appeared in his mind, and his eyes suddenly became a little more angry:


    "This damn bastard, one day I''ll kill him! All right, I know, you go down."


    Although I don''t know what boss misunderstood, for Porter, it''s better to do more than one thing. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the voice of boss behind him:


    "Wait, Harry is dead. You''ll be the captain and deliver a batch of goods with me tomorrow."


    When his body was stiff, Potter, who was ready to leave, was stunned. Then he nodded: "yes."


    On the way away from the boss, Potter saw the mutants howling in pain in the glass compartment. If it was the former Potter, he would be very interested to watch, but now?


    He just wants to get out of here.


    Just the moment Porter left this seemingly abandoned factory?


    Porter''s breath suddenly changed, cold, crazy eyes twinkled in his eyes, and a hoarse and disturbing voice came from his throat:


    "Are you hungry?"


    There was a change in his eyes, and the numbing eyes disappeared, replaced by pain and fear. A helpless cry came from Potter''s throat: "ho... Ho..."


    I don''t know how long later, Potter, who was half kneeling in front of the factory, stared at the row of numbers written on the ground with flesh and blood.


    Trembling body, big drops of tears fell from his cheeks. Seriously, he regretted it.