People are in Gotham, awakening the motherland system

Although money can't buy the sun, you can live closer to the sun.

Located in the Manhattan district of New York City, Stark Industries Headquarters Building was completed in the 90s of last century, with a height of 350 meters and a total of 90 floors, which is the tallest landmark building in the entire New York City area.

A well-dressed young man with meticulous hair stands on the all-glass observation deck like floating clouds, taking in the whole city.

He looks to be in his early 20s, has a mustache, and looks cynical.

The eyes are full of confidence, the look is bright, and it is not an ordinary person at a glance.

"I also said who can make Bruce personally look for it, it turns out to be you!"

Tony Stark turned around and teased Ruan Hao, who wore black glasses and was dressed as a nerd.

"I'm more curious, how did you two meet?"

Ruan Hao pushed his glasses and looked around, he was just discussing countermeasures with Professor X at Xavier College, when he was invited by the other party with great fanfare.

"What's so strange about this, Stark Enterprises and Wayne Enterprises, as the two leading enterprises in Country M, both have projects engaged in weapons research and development, and they have always maintained a relationship of both competition and cooperation, as the principals of the two, isn't it normal for me and Bruce to know each other?"

Tony explained on his lips, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at Ruan Hao.

Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary guy in front of him was the existence that stirred up the storm in the entire country.

Thinking of this, Tony called into the air: "Jarvis, turn on the communication function and contact Mr. Lucius!"

"Please wait, sir!" Jarvis, the artificial intelligence butler, immediately sounded politely.

A moment later, a projection screen appeared in front of Ruan Hao out of thin air, and Lucius in a white coat appeared in the picture.

"Long time no see, Ruan Hao, I'm relieved to see you safe and sound, but how did you run to New York?"

Seeing his long-separated old friend, Ruan Hao was still very happy: "This is a long story, Lucius, how is Gotham now?" Is Bruce okay?

"Bruce is fine now, he works well with the new prosecutor Harvey Dent, Gotham is now much better than when you were there, of course, there is also your credit!"

Ruan Hao couldn't help nodding as he listened, there was no Harvey before blackening, and he was called the Knight of Light.

He is just and honest, and he is loved by the people of Gotham, which is still very reliable.

"Compared to Gotham, Hao, you are in more trouble this time, and we can't help you in time, that's why we contacted Tony!"

"Hahaha, thanks, Lucius, I have to trouble you to worry about me, I'll be back when it's over!"

Ruan Hao showed a heartless smile on his face, and he was a little touched in his heart, and there were people in the distance who were worried about him.

At the end of the call, Ruan Hao narrowed his smile and looked at Tony with deep eyes: "So, what is the price of them asking you to help?"

Tony's face was stunned, and then the corners of his mouth raised slightly, setting off a curve, and he began to appreciate the guy in front of him a little.

At the same time that Ruan Hao came to the Stark Tower, a huge procession.

Holding signs with anti-mutant slogans, they shouted slogans to arrest the real murderer, and marched all the way in the direction of the city hall.

Just as the team was passing a street junction, a small episode occurred.

A ragged teenager escaped from a side room, with four or five punks beating him behind him.

"Kill this mutant bastard!"

"It was their people who killed more than four thousand soldiers!"

"Mutants don't have a good thing, they are all accomplices!"

"Yes, kill him!"

The teenager was thrown to the ground, and the gangsters came up with a combination of fists and feet.

The procession passed by them, but instead of stopping them, some even became irritable, waving their fists and joining the bandwagon.

"Please, let me go, it's not my fault!"

"Ah, spared... Spare me! Bang

, as he spoke, the boy was punched in the head, and the cry for mercy weakened.

Just when the boy was about to be beaten to death, a scream suddenly sounded from the crowd of beaters.

A sudden steel rod swept towards the two red-eyed guys, smashing them to the side.

A man wearing a hoodie and bowing his head blocked the boy.

"Dead? Hurry up if you don't die! Squeak when you die, a guy who didn't plant, no, how to squeak when you die! Forget it! In

the midst of the noise, the beaten teenager struggled to get up from the ground.

His fist was full of fire, and because he was too weak, it was instantly extinguished, his eyes were black, and he fainted.

The hooded man pouted, and copied a bachelor from the side, and finally escaped from the workshop that handled the failed goods, who wanted to encounter this file again.

"Here it is another one!"

"This one actually dares to resist!"

"Kill these mutants!"

Two armed policemen ran out of the procession and aimed at the hooded man with two steel bars in front of him.

"Lay down your weapons! Otherwise we're going to shoot, again, drop your weapons! Bastard! "

In an instant, the parade surrounded the entire neighborhood.

Everyone unreservedly vented their hatred and disgust on this stranger.

Even if they knew in their hearts that all this had nothing to do with him, no one cared, they just wanted to vent their anger.

The man stretched out a pothole, scarred hand and lifted the hood on his head, revealing the true face underneath.

A disfigured face like two avocados combined.

Fuck, you guys are the scrap! Your whole family is miscellaneous, XXXX!

A group of people bullying one counts as a hang! XXXX, that dead fat man don't hide and say it's you!

XXXX, look at Uncle Wade, I'll beat you one by one! Who takes a step back who grandson!

Let me feed you all!" Come on, come on! XXXX！

Deadpool Wade Winston Wilson crossed his hands at the waist, and his mouth burst out like a machine gun.

Not to be outdone, he spewed against the crowd and overwhelmed a piece from the momentum.

"Bang"

didn't know if he was frightened by Deadpool's face or sprayed into anger, and the first gunshot rang out in the crowd, and then the others stimulated by the gunshot also pulled the trigger.

For a while, bullets were fired from all directions at Wade and the unconscious teenager behind him.

"

Ringing bells" "It's urgent, isn't it?" Hey, but you guys got it first, everyone saw it, don't blame me if you get hurt! As

he spoke, a pair of iron bars danced tightly in his hands, isolating all the bullets in front of him without leaving the slightest seam... It doesn't seem to be so airtight either.

The bullet hit Deadpool's body, splashing blood flowers, but he did not retreat for half a step, but rushed towards the crowd, his eyes shining with murderous blood.

"It hurts a lot, hey, if you have enough, now I'm here to change dads, babies!"

Faced with this monster who was not afraid of death, the two policemen retreated one after another, and even the crowd behind them retreated in panic.

With a snap, Deadpool easily knocked off the arm of a thug with a gun.

Under everyone's gaze, a stick slashed at his neck, followed by a tooth-acid bone cracking sound, and blood and flesh splattered.

"Next, which of you darlings is your turn? Don't rush to queue up one by one! Deadpool

smiled gently, and his tone was as cordial as greeting breakfast.

This bloody scene made everyone wake up like a dream, and began to retreat screaming, scattering in all directions.

Bah, this shit world.

Deadpool rolled his eyes, casually threw the murder weapon in his hand, hummed a ditty, lifted the fainted boy with one hand, carried it on his shoulder, and disappeared around the corner.

Behind the 4,000 dead are 4,000 broken families, and people can't let go of mutants' ability to control and destroy.

As the Three Mile Island video continues to ferment, such parades take place in various states and cities, and not everyone is as lucky as teenagers.

The cowardly are angry, but draw their blades at the weaker.

According to statistics, in just three days, at least 50 mutants died tragically at the hands of the angry crowd, and this farce intensified with the intervention of official force.

The tragic death of innocent mutants successfully changed the position of the mutants who were originally neutral, and they joined the vortex in a more positive way.

And more mutants remembered this hatred and buried themselves deeper.

The seeds of chaos have been planted, and sooner or later the day will come when it will take root and germinate.