Daisy in the Marvel Universe

Most mutants' abilities can always be used, but the information has not been made public before. Employers don't know what abilities they have, and they have no way to find job opportunities.

There are still some agents who have weird abilities that they can't think of any use for. SHIELD will provide them with living supplies equivalent to 400 US dollars every month. It is definitely easiest to give them money directly.

But don't overestimate their quality. Their education level is very low and they have no means of livelihood. It is nothing new to get money to gamble, buy washing powder, buy weapons, and then rob on the streets.

Daisy's solution is to provide corresponding living supplies. Anyway, SHIELD and Hydra control many companies, so there is no pressure to allocate supplies. This saves money and seems to have better results.

Give four banknotes and two large bags of food, the visual impact is different.

Love potatoes? First, I will transport 5,000 tons for you to eat.

There must be ordinary citizens taking advantage of this. Daisy saw a big white fat man shouting that he was a mutant. His purpose was to get free Coke.

She nodded slightly to her agent and asked him to take the Fat House Happy Water!

Many things happen subtly. When ordinary people feel that they can take advantage of becoming mutants, they will not be so hostile to mutants. After all, no one except the Red Skull has trouble with money these days.

A bottle of Coke and two burgers mean nothing to the extremely wealthy S.H.I.E.L.D., but it may reduce one person who is hostile to mutants.

Little results are achieved bit by bit, but once a scale is established, there will be some improvement.

The greed of the people, if directed correctly, will also be used to her advantage.

"You are very rich. Ask your people to bring me an LV bag. I am also a very poor mutant." Psylocke wore a mask and walked up to her, saying that he would receive the subsidy.

Daisy glanced at her with her peripheral vision, "Do you want face?" But she does want a face, she is wearing a mask...

"Get her a fake one!"

"I want the fake one too!"

Lingdie worked three jobs a month and was a high-income earner. Of course, she came to her not to get a bag, but because Director Dai gave her a new task.

"James Nicola Bradley? Dr. Scourge, what a strange name." Psylocke looked at the information she gave. He had no impression of this person. He shouldn't be a famous mutant.

Daisy only found out about this person when she was looking through Hydra's records.

This man was born in 1906 and is now over 100 years old, but his photos show that he looks like a middle-aged man.

Dr. Bradley is an outstanding scientist who participated in World War II. After the war, he spared no effort to hunt down the Nazis. Hydra once obtained part of his blood, and it is speculated that his ability is self-evolution.

The stronger the mutant gene, the stronger his immunity and his lifespan will be extended. Originally, he was only at the level of an ordinary person, but now his intelligence has reached an extremely high level.

Let him live for thousands of years, and maybe he can reshape the universe when he comes out.

In short, it is a very rare ability, and it is also an ability that was born at the wrong time. He was born too late.

The whole world has entered the fast lane, and there is no time to wait for him to 'self-evolve'.

"Give him the invitation from SHIELD. Tell him that I am not interested in his slow-progressing mutant gene. What I value is his mind and scientific literacy."

She couldn't afford to wait for someone who had evolved for hundreds of years to reach the level of a top human athlete. The Super Soldier Serum was much faster than him.

But it would be wrong to say that this gene has no merit at all. After all, it has great potential.

After sending away Psylocke, who was desperate for money and loved taking advantage of small things, Daisy went to several rescue points. There were positive mutants who were willing to work and wanted to live a normal life. Naturally, there were also inactive mutants. On the one hand, they were too lazy to work. They like to receive subsistence allowances. On the other hand, they are extremely wary of the military and ordinary people. Now, only three of the ten people who have received subsidies are mutants, and the rest are ordinary people.

There are mutants who dare not show up and ask their relatives and friends to come out to collect supplies, and there are also ordinary citizens who take advantage.

Of course there are some weird guys who don't care about other people's opinions at all.

"Uh...help me! I'm going to starve to death. I'm a mutant! If you don't care about me, I'll sell my organs!" Wearing a red and black combat uniform, with two knives on his back and a pistol hanging on his leg , Deadpool, who smelled like a loser, hugged Thunderbird's thigh and wouldn't let go.

The violent struggling and dragging made Thunderbird's pants dirty and messy, and Deadpool's combat uniform was stained with a layer of mud, but he was completely shameless.

Thunderbird is loyal, but he is not a fool either. This big-armed guy is well-equipped and smells of gunpowder smoke. No matter how miserable this kind of person is, he will never go hungry.

The posture of being hugged by the thigh was really indecent. He struggled hard, but Deadpool was like a piece of candy. He wouldn't let go when he found an honest man, and shouted that if he didn't receive relief, he would sell his organs.

Thunderbird's power was slightly stronger than Deadpool's, but the opponent's hug was too tight and he couldn't exert any force. There was a bit of a stalemate for a while. A young mutant girl who saw this scene not far away couldn't help but be happy.

"Mr. Wade, there is information about you in SHIELD. Your organs are full of cancer cells, right? Don't try to deceive us." Thunderbird is a very responsible person. He feels that Daisy has given the task to him. , he should do well and be able to help poor mutants. He even has a sense of sanctity.

In my heart, I despised Deadpool's method of squandering supplies.

"I don't care! I want it, I want it!" Deadpool acted as a human body pendant and was dragged dozens of meters by Thunderbird. He kept rolling in the middle, but when he turned around, he moved a bit too much, and a samurai sword flew towards the crowd. , Thunderbird was shocked. Fortunately, the young female mutant on the side reached out and pulled away a purple teleportation, and teleported the katana from mid-air to the ground without hurting anyone.

Screaming secretly, Thunderbird had no choice but to compromise and let Deadpool take away three unicorn dolls, two rolls of toilet paper and an oversized toilet with American characteristics.

Watching Deadpool leave the aid station with the oversized toilet on his head, Thunderbird was disgraced by this guy, but he still pretended to be calm in front of the girl: "What a strange guy, haha."

He looked at the girl next to him with fair skin, pointed ears, crescent-shaped tattoos on her eyes, and looming pupils, and asked casually, "What supplies do you need? Let me get it for you."

The girl did have difficulties in life. Seeing that he, the person in charge with a loyal face, seemed to want to help, she agreed after a little hesitation.

"Uh, what's your name? We need to make a material registration..."

"Clarice..."