Meiman Killer Daily

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The dark underground waterway was a place where even mice were unwilling to wander. The putrid smell was filled with a pungent smell, which made people shy away like marsh gas. Peter walked closer with an oxygen mask on, feeling a little unsure of the location in front of him.

Is it accurate? The underground gathering of mutants is also where the New York Mutant Rescue Society is located.

The poisonous outer wall can be said to be very dangerous, so Peter wanted to come in and take a look. I heard that this group of mutants living in the dark underground are living a very miserable life. Their lives are not like those of Magneto or Professor X.

It would be better to live like that, the world is like this, Professor X seems to be a saint, but Professor

The way of looking at things has changed. The judgment of good guys and bad guys is really not that accurate. Magneto massacred the native people of Wakanda. This kind of action is similar to the most famous presidents in American history who were carved on the wall.

Similar to them, those people also had their hands stained with Indian lives like a sea of ​​blood.

But these people are called great leaders.

God knows in the future, when the country of mutants truly establishes its international status, how will Magneto and Professor

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"who!?"

A shadow shook and appeared in front of Peter nervously holding a pistol. Peter tilted his head and looked around, not sure if he had left the poisonous gas zone. He raised his hands close to the wall and wrote on the wall with his fingers.

Lower letters.

"I'm from the Brotherhood of Mutants, and I'm here to save you."

"Brotherhood of Mutants...are you Magneto's subordinate?!"

The child looked at the letters with some doubts, and repeated them a few times, his eyes flashing with luster. Peter nodded and read the words written on the wall again.

"We hope that you can go to a country that only belongs to us mutants. We have found a paradise-like place in distant Africa. There will be no discrimination and injustice there, and there will no longer be any strange eyes.

No one will treat us like guinea pigs anymore."

The child looked at Peter's letters and hesitated for a long time. Then he raised his head and waved to Peter and made a decision.

"Follow me."

The two walked around the sewer for a long time. The green poisonous gas became stronger as it went deeper. Peter could feel that if the density of the poisonous gas was thicker, his anti-virus clothing might be melted by the poisonous gas. He didn't know.

Where did these mutants get this thing? It actually exists in the sewers of New York. If this thing were put into tap water, God knows how many people would die.

"York, why are you back? Don't you know this is a special period? We...who are you!?"

When the child opened a door and led Peter in, Peter finally clearly felt the difference. Although it was still dirty and messy here, at least it was not like the environment outside. As soon as he took off his mask, he was greeted by the smell of Chinese medicine.

, of course the rancid smell was still there, it was so strong that Peter almost vomited it out.

A girl asked from behind. Then the girl drew her sword and stared at Peter. The kid named York hurriedly waved his hand to explain.

"Regan is not a bad person. He said he was from the Brotherhood of Mutants. Didn't you say those brothers would come to help us!"

As the child explained, the woman first looked at Peter suspiciously, and then asked warily

"Brotherhood of Mutants."

"Peter Adam...what's going on here?"

Behind the woman, there are more than a dozen mutants lying in a relatively clean place. They all have more or less scars on their bodies. They have a putrid smell and a strong medicinal smell. It may be these people who spread it. Their miserable appearance makes people feel distressed.

, explained and started walking towards the deeper corner.

"Peter...are you the killer that Mystique went to for help?"

"You were attacked?"

Traces of the battle can be seen everywhere, and the blood on the ground has not yet been washed away. I don’t want to answer the woman’s questions at all. Mystique was handed over to the enemy by myself. It would be embarrassing to say it now, and there is no

The value of deception.

"Where's Mystique?"

"Are you also a member of the Brotherhood of Mutants?"

After asking again, Peter stopped at more than thirty mutants, and could still find only three or four complete healthy lives. This was really too miserable. He really didn't expect that there were such people in the world of mutants.

Sad thing, the woman didn't get angry when asked the question, but her voice started to get smaller.

"My name is Regan Vingard, you can call me Vision or Regan... I am not a member of the Brotherhood of Mutants. I was just recruited by Mystique to protect these mutants, but she promised me

As long as I protect the mutants here, I will be invited to join the Brotherhood of Mutants, but as you can see, these are the only ones left alive now."

"What happened?"

Peter didn't understand the current state of the Mutant Mutual Aid Association. It was like going through a crushing battle, and there were definitely not a few tragic deaths. Regan Vingard clenched his fists and gritted his teeth when he heard the inquiry.

"A mutant organization called the Predators attacked them, killing nearly three hundred level 1 mutants and taking away some level 1 mutants. I am no match for those people."

"It's not your fault, but it's obvious that you can't stay here any longer. If you continue to stay, these people will really die."

On the rag blankets on both sides, white liquid gushed out from the wounds on the body. A child, who looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old, was gently wiping the wound with some alcohol he didn't know where he got it from. The man on the hand was biting the wound.

Teeth didn't make the slightest sound of pain, he just endured it like that and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, as if he was telling the child that it was okay.

"We lack a lot of medicines. Mr. Peter, you really can't imagine the scene when I arrived here. Those damn butchers are simply a group of inhuman lunatics!"

Maybe it was really because of Tarsonis's rescue operation, watching the hundreds of millions of people explaining himself and Raynor with incomprehensible eyes, and feeling something in his heart that changed Peter's mind. It was no longer a simple cold action. If it was

In the past, when faced with such a scene, he might have just turned around and left. If he was exhausted, he would have called Magneto. As for the issue of life and death, he would not have cared about his own affairs. But now, at least for a short period of time, the sequelae of entering StarCraft have not been completely eliminated.

, Peter's benevolence has not yet cooled down, and he looked at Regan Vingard and made a promise.

"You are saved!"

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"The North Carolina line section was cut off from traffic a week ago. The external explanation is that the misalignment of the rails will take at least two months to correct. But if the Mutual Aid Association of Mutants is really hiding under North Carolina, this so-called massacre will be

Very well explained.”

After a systematic scan, Stark in the secret base began to investigate the person behind the massacre of the Mutant Mutual Aid Society. Peter closed his eyes and waited for the news. When he heard Stark's answer, he opened his eyes and said.

"Peter S.H.I.E.L.D. can't do such a thing. Of course, if Hydra really has thoughts about this group of mutants, it won't start a massacre. They are more willing to use the vicious method of hypnosis and brainwashing."

The scanning of the video will soon find some information about the enemy. In the battle between the men and women in the presidential suite of the hotel, or the inexplicable enemies encountered before, in the future, scan from the camera surveillance to find out where these people are hiding. No need

Too many people can understand the reason for the current undercurrent in New York as long as they can capture a predator alive.

"I know it won't be SHIELD and Hydra, and they won't kill mutants so crazily. Stark, don't you think the time when things happened is quite consistent."

Wanda and Quicksilver disappeared about four days ago, but it was when Polaris was out and about and suddenly realized that there was no money chain. Then he remembered his sister and Quicksilver, and discovered the time when the two disappeared, and then they were deceived by the secret man.

Coming to his side, the Mutant Mutual Aid Association was attacked seven days ago. Three days is not a gap. Based on his understanding of Wanda and Quicksilver, these two will definitely meddle in their own business.

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"You mean...Wanda and Quicksilver were also the perpetrators of this predator?!"

Stark quickly reflected, holding his chin and rubbing it. When he thought about it, it seemed that he could piece together all the problems. However, if he simply doubted this, it would be impossible to have any clues, nor could he connect Polaris and Wang.

Da, Quicksilver was really found, Peter smiled and walked to the other side of the test bench. The things that the group of mutants wanted to get were just thrown into the corner by Stark and Peter in disgust.

"When Mystique hid something similar to energy conversion in my body, I have always wondered why every mutant who came to hunt me would say "hand over the thing" as the first sentence. Now look

There is a reason for coming, this group of people should have a huge plan."

"What they are doing by kidnapping and killing mutants seems very unreasonable!"

What Stark can't understand is also something Peter can't understand. Mutants massacre mutants, and almost no mutants would do this without brainwashing. But now the bloody scene appears, a one-sided massacre.

Without mercy, what was the purpose of those mutants who massacred the Mutant Mutual Aid Association?

"So we have to find at least one of their members. Only in this way can we understand what these grandchildren want to do!" (To be continued)