Meiman Killer Daily

5

"I am really surprised by your appearance, Nathaniel Essex!"

Mr. Sinister was the culprit for the war that broke out in Apocalypse almost a year ago. Of course, Apocalypse was eventually nipped in the bud, but if this bastard hadn't suddenly left midway, Peter wouldn't have become so embarrassed in the end. He almost died.

Died at the hands of Druid and the Avengers.

"I thought you could leave. Peter, to be honest, I was very, very optimistic about you at that time."

With a harmless look on his face, Mr. Sinister is now elegantly dressed and looks like a good British gentleman. The gentleman's demeanor can really deceive the world's eyes, but who would know that these sanctimonious men wear suits every day?

In fact, the most likely person is a devil in disguise.

"Don't talk nonsense when you appear in front of me. You must have an agenda, right?"

"I know where you got something from Romulus, and I want the black metal ball among them!"

Dr. Sinister is a ruthless person, which he has known before. Unfortunately, he played a trick on himself, and he did not forget to give Mr. Sinister eye drops. Scott's Cyclops wife and Gretchen, from some kind of

To a certain extent, being completely liberated is like Peter's method against Dr. Sinister. It's very low-level. If you punch me, I'll just kick you back.

"That's a locator, and it seems to have a lot of interesting things in it."

"Neverland's resource authority, you should have heard of this island."

"Don't tell me there are legendary characters like Peter Pan."

Neverland sounds like a beautiful name, but when it comes out of Dr. Sinister's mouth, it's a bit creepy. He asked again teasingly, and Dr. Sinister fell into silence. It was obvious that Peter didn't seem to know about this organization now. He just said it himself.

It is possible to share a piece of the pie with the other party, but after Romulus's cheating cooperation, it is actually relatively happy to cooperate with Peter. After much thought, it is better to tell Peter everything directly.

"Neverland is actually the real core base of Weapon

But he suddenly disappeared for a few years, and when I found him, you had already thrown him into the magma."

"It sounds like it's true."

Some people don't believe what Dr. Sinister said. In fact, Peter is a villain and a bastard. He thought that Mr. Sinister would deceive him or perfunctory him. Unexpectedly, he told the truth directly, but something was abnormal. Mr. Sinister raised his eyebrows.

a little angry

"I just know that the consequences of lying to you are very bad. If you don't believe it, I have no way to prove it, because I can't enter Neverland at all now!"

"Why!? Grow up?"

It's a joke in fairy tales. Peter doesn't care about it at all. Anyway, he's not in a hurry, and looking at Mr. Sinister's look, he's not in a hurry either. Since he's not in a hurry, he definitely won't be able to sell the bargaining chip at a good price, so he'll put it aside for a while.

Time is also good, it would be better to go back and check out Neverland.

"Your sarcasm can stop. I didn't trick you. Peter, you should understand that I have no obligation to save you, so what do you want?"

"I'm sorry that I'm in a bad mood lately. Please come see me again in two months."

He stood up and stopped admiring the beauties on the side of the road. He stretched out and waved his hands, and left without a care in the eyes of Mr. Sinister.

"You will regret it...Peter...hehehe..."

The corners of his mouth curved up, and he watched Peter disappear from his sight like a sneer. Dr. Sinister picked up the coffee and tasted it carefully while murmuring in a low voice and laughing.

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"Peter, I noticed that you seem to be treating me as a courier again."

Sitting on the rooftop of the tall tower outside the Empire State Building in New York, the Red Devil looked at Peter with disdain. Peter chuckled and wiped the pistol in his hand. He hadn't been so low-key for a long time, but for the mission, he still had to do this. He didn't know what was going on.

Unconsciously assassinating, hoping that I haven't forgotten the chore of eating.

"Aren't you too busy? Now Wakanda owes me more and more favors."

"Tch! It's the White Queen and Xiao and the others who have nothing to do with me."

For Peter, perhaps the entire Wakanda hierarchy is grateful. Although Peter's story has been gradually and systematically forgotten as time goes by, people including Magneto and the White Queen still know how to be grateful in their true nature, as long as they don't touch the bottom line.

They were angry at Peter's low-key contact again, and everyone could turn a blind eye. The same was true for the Red Devil. Although he kept saying that he would fight with Peter until death, if Peter really asked for him, he could say that now

The listings are available on call.

"How are those kids doing?"

"You don't know that there is a three-year-old child named

, and he was so wolfish that he almost killed another child at the age of three because he didn’t have enough to eat.”

The Red Devil complained to Peter about the group of children. There were more than sixty children. Not many survived. They were semi-finished products. Those scientists didn't care about the growth and death of these beings. In their eyes, these clones might

That is to say, it is slightly more valuable than a white mouse. You can never guess whether a scientist's face is good or evil.

"X-means she is the twenty-third?!"

The code name is a very ironic number. But any number is not calculated starting from an odd number. In fact, everyone knows what it represents. In front of this child, there should be a sorting. The red devil's mouth pauses when he wants to speak.

, after being silent for a long time, he slowly said

"More than 270 test data, only 13 people are alive. In addition to this child, we also found more than 20 very aggressive children, ranging from three to six years old. Why are these beasts doing this

You can’t kill them all!?”

There will never be enough evil scientists to kill, because they don’t think they are committing a crime at all. They think they are benefiting all mankind. They should be respected by thousands of people. When they see them, they should kneel down and prostrate themselves. They kill people and kill lives.

Words, from their perspective, are necessary sacrifices for the country, humanity, and the whole world, as long as they are not the ones who die.

Sometimes their wives and children may be resources and targets that they can use. Without humanity, they cannot be called human beings. But this is why society and the government need them, the military and national defense need them, and rich people who are curious can invest money in them.

So never, ever think about completely exterminating these beasts.

"What you are thinking now is very scary. Before, Red Devil, you never cared about the life or death of other mutants!"

"Because I didn't have a family at that time, and the whole world was full of bastards, but now I have a family, and even a woman!"

The red devil answered seriously. The change in personality is that simple. To be honest, Peter didn't understand why these evil bastards have become so sissy now. They no longer directly kill the enemy, but like to protect the rules.

And make compromises, maybe these are the conditions that must be followed in the game of power. Respecting the rules is justice, and any attempt to change the rules is evil.

"...Have you ever heard of Neverland?!"

Suddenly Peter thought of Dr. Jin's Neverland and asked the red devil. The red devil's expression became strange and he looked at Peter and asked.

"Where did you hear that name?!"

"Mr. Sinister."

"...That bastard is not dead yet. It seems that the X-Men are also idiots who are doing nothing for themselves."

The Red Devil gritted his teeth when he heard Mr. Sinister's name. It seemed that there was still a lot of hatred between the two. Peter remained neutral and continued.

"You still have a lot of time to talk about it?"

"This is the darkest story for mutants. I don't know much, but what I can tell you is that from World War II to the present, if the number of mutants killed by Germany is around 500, then the number of mutants killed by Americans is

The number of mutants must exceed 6,000!"

The words of the Red Devil were very heavy, with a bit of nostalgia. Peter was a little dazed. What is the concept of six thousand mutants? You must know that the total number of mutants in the world is about 120,000, and the death of 6,000 people is almost equivalent to 100%.

Five or even more, the specific mathematics has not been calculated, but this is also a very large group number.

"...As far as I know, there are more than 6,000 mutants missing because of the US government..."

Looking into the distance, the Red Devil had no idea of ​​continuing to chat. He sat down in a daze as he spoke. Peter's phone rang, and a text message appeared with only one word.

"arrive!"

"I'll come as soon as I go."

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"Is it really safe here? To be honest, I think it's better for Hope to go back to Coral Gables with me, where I'm the boss of the place."

Scott Lang looked around the elevator with some excitement. The Empire State Building is the most famous and luxurious residential place in New York. Although he complained, Scott Lang's heartbeat had already accelerated to over 200 with excitement. This was

It is a place where even those with money may not be able to live. Without the help of Pim Hank, Scott Lang may not be able to enter the elevator here in his life.

"Don't worry, it's very safe here. The rooms on the top floor are all under the protection of the Avengers."

Stark's bodyguard was not surprised and responded with an expressionless face. He was used to everything. He and Stark came to the top floor of this place together. They lied to three beauties in three rooms for one night. That was the most coquettish thing.

Although Hope in front of me is pretty, she is not a great beauty. As for Scott Lang, he is just like a farmer from the village. He has no experience at all. Not to mention the dregs of the soil, he is quite good.

Broken mouth. (To be continued)