Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"Go! Go!"

On a street in Queens, several mutants are running away in embarrassment.

Behind them, several people holding pistols are chasing them down.

The gunmen are not extremists, nor are they thugs who took advantage of fire

They are ordinary people, ordinary people who have to take up arms in order to survive.

Several mutants who were kicked out of their homes evaded the bullets that were shot behind them. They were not as strong as the X-Men.

They are just one of the ordinary mutants.

The most powerful of them, but can only shatter the cup with sound.

The bullets were still fatal to them.

"Sorry!"

Just as these variants rushed to the other side of the street, about to get rid of the ordinary people behind them, the roaring roar sounded around the corner in front of them.

A man with a baseball cap holding a pistol suddenly rushed out.

While shouting sorry, he shot the panicking mutant in front of him.

The attack came so suddenly that the running mutant was too late to dodge.

A girl was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground, groaning painfully, while other mutants stopped.

They guarded their injured compatriots.

In front of and behind them, people with guns gathered around.

"You are crazy!"

This will be seen by the old Stan who is driving by here.

The old man opened the car door angrily. He rushed out of the car with a cane, and he and the guys in his shop rushed to the helpless mutants.

This old man with brown sunglasses shouted towards those with guns:

"They didn't hurt you at all! You believe what the madman said? Killing the innocent can't change anything!"

Several ordinary people with guns did not speak.

They look at me, I look at you. After a while, they raised the gun in their hand and aimed at the mutant who was already unable to resist.

The clown spread rumors in the city. He said that 900,000 people would be randomly selected from the city and killed.

Unless 50 heroes or 500 mutants are killed before the 2 hour countdown ends.

This is a very sinister and malicious intention.

No reasonable person will believe this nonsense.

However, the countdown of the screens on the streets and the beating on the TV in the home, every minute and every second of the beat, will stir the more anxious heartstrings.

There is no longer a beam of light in the sky, but as long as the **** ship is still there, the heavy pressure will always be on people's hearts.

There will always be crushed cowards.

Then, under the urging of fear, do terrible things.

"Sorry."

The attacker with a baseball cap looked away, he put his finger on the trigger, he said incoherently:

"We are not bad people, and we have never done bad things... but we have family members and we have no choice..."

"You have family, do they not?"

Old Stan, like an old lion, leaned on a cane and guarded the injured girl.

Looking at the muzzle of the black hole in front of him, he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"You want to live, should they die?"

"What if you kill all the mutants in this city? Do you think the crazy man will let us go?"

"Don't be stupid! I'm not a mutant, I'm just an ordinary person, but I also know how ridiculous it is to believe a lunatic!"

"Listen to me! Don't go wrong again!"

The shout seemed to awaken several gunmen.

They are actually very hesitant.

Who knows if the crazy clown will keep his promise?

Moreover, killing people... This is far from being as simple as eating and drinking.

"Time is passing, friends!"

In the supermarket window on this street, the disgusting voice of the clown sounded again in the dozen TV sets that were there, and he pointed to the time that was beating on the screen with exaggerated expressions.

He says:

"It's been 20 minutes... haven't you made up your mind yet? Oh, I know, you are waiting for supporters, and you think someone will come to help you, right?"

The next second, while the screen was turning, the projection was shifted out of the city, and a mobilized National Guard was entering the city.

"Let me put more pressure on you to help you choose."

"Come on, dear."

The clown's voice-over sounded on the screen.

At the next moment, in the live broadcast, a beam of light fell from the sky on the head of the army that was entering the city.

After the beam of light was dispersed, the army of hundreds of people had been badly damaged, three armored vehicles were destroyed by the beam of light, and on the ground where the smoke was scattered, the wounded soldiers wailed.

"I think this is enough to make you determined, friends. If you still don't act!"

The clown's voice became cold:

"I will give you a little punishment."

The screen changed again, and an apartment building was set into the locked target.

At the next moment, the dazzling beam of light smashed down, but it slammed into the grass in front of the apartment building, blasting a big pit of muddy soil there.

If the beam of light is biased a little further, it will kill the building with all the people in it.

This is a demonstration and a warning.

"Don't hesitate, ordinary people, kill those superhuman freaks, are they good to you? Why protect them so persistently?"

"please remember..."

"Your killing is protecting your own countrymen, protecting your relatives and friends, you are doing the right thing..."

"There is not much time. After 20 minutes, I will come again to remind you!"

"Snapped"

The broadcast projection dissipated at this moment, and in the main control room downstairs of the Trident Building, the clown, who once again threatened the city, flicked his hair and discarded the microphone in his hand.

He adjusted his collar and said to others around him:

"Okay, let's run away, we can't stay here."

The guy grabbed the golden apple at hand, and he said in a threatening tone:

"The terrible Superman might rush in next moment and brutally break our neck."

"Are we leaving this way?"

The clown girl carrying the circus sledgehammer, she asked in surprise:

"Don't you continue this game? Honey, once you leave here, Hydra will take it back to the main console, and your threat to the city will fail!"

"Correct."

The clown grinned. He said:

"They will reclaim their big toys, and those guys with brain problems will not hurt the innocent..."

"But the interesting place is here. The people in the city don't know this... Now people are stupid, they will believe anything..."

"Especially this kind of life-related matter."

"They only know that a ship with a crazy head can shoot bullets at any time. They only know that they may die in the next moment. That constant fear will crush them and drive them to do terrible things..."

"Human nature, huh."

He smiled disdainfully and pointed his finger to the top of his head again. He said:

"We don't need the stupid things above our heads anymore, what I want to do is done..."

"Next, let's go to the last place and return the freedom to the cute smart machine robots."

"Ah, the flower of sin has been watered by fear, and it will soon bear fruit... the first innocent dead will appear, hatred will spread, and blood will spur revenge!"

"Go to TM for a harmonious relationship, to TM for integration into civilization, fight! Let's fight..."

The clown walked out of the underground control room under the guard of the controlled heroes, waving his arms madly:

"Everything should return to its original appearance, hate each other, kill each other, this is what the world should be like!"

"By the way, don't forget to destroy the information hub, the game in the dark is interesting."

The clown who entered the elevator looked back at the clown girl who was silent behind her.

He didn't notice the tangled and unbearable flash in Halle's eyes, he said:

"Speaking, dear, don't you think this city is more and more like our hometown brother Tan?"

"Smell it, the chaotic smell in the air..."

"I already like it, really!"

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"Click"

On the streets of Queens, the mutants and perpetrators surrounded by gunmen completely read the pictures on the street TV.

The old Stan guarding the young man sighed.

He felt the change in the attitude of the hesitant gunmen around him.

The clowns stimulated them, and the shadow and fear of death had covered them.

They were terrified, and it was hard for them to calm down and think.

"You see it too!"

The gunman with a baseball cap gritted his teeth, and he looked at the mutant in front of him with red eyes. He said:

"That lunatic is forcing us, we have no choice..."

"Sorry, we really have no choice."

His fingers were shaking, he was incoherent, he pointed the muzzle at the old Stan in front of him, he said:

"You are not a mutant, old man, let go! I will not hurt you, I will only..."

"Come on!"

Several guys beside Old Stan gave way in silence, but he himself gritted his teeth, spread his arms, and stood in front of several young people.

The stubborn old man said:

"I've been on the battlefield, I've fought *** demons, I fought with the heroes..."

"You few broken guns can't scare me!"

"Asshole! How much energy and time did those people spend to eliminate the hostility between mutants and humans, but now you have to personally provoke it again..."

"You are a bunch of idiots, I will not allow you to do this!"

"You are a human being! Bastard!"

Another gunman stepped forward, he shoved Old Stan, he shouted:

"Do not kill them now, we will die..."

"You should stand on your side!"

"Do not be silly!"

With a few punches in the face, Old Stan waved his cane to beat the gunman back, and he roared and shouted:

"Are you also a racist idiot? Open your dog's eyes and see! We are no different from them!"

"boom"

While they were arguing, someone had already shot.

The bullet flew across the injured girl's hair, causing her to scream, and other mutants also began to call for abilities, preparing to fight back.

No one wants to die!

A conflict is about to erupt.

"enough!"

Roar sounded at this moment, and Wolverine Logan wore a black and yellow combat uniform from the roof.

He stood in front of his compatriots, blocked the bullets for them, and in the splash of Mars, knocked down the gunmen to the ground.

But it did not kill them.

"This city is chaotic enough! You guys, don't continue to cause trouble."

Logan reached out and hugged the injured girl in his arms, and he took these variants away.

After a few steps, he turned around and looked at the desperate ordinary people.

Then he looked at Old Stan again, and Old Stan also widened his eyes. He extended his finger to Logan, and he said:

"You are...Logan! I have seen you! You are part of the Roaring Commando on the Rhine! You also gave me a cigar!"

"I have no impression, my memory is not very good."

A trace of tangle flashed across Logan's face, and he glanced around.

He said to Old Stan:

"We built a defense on the Xavier Mutants Academy, where they can resist the volley of those motherships."

"If you want to take your family to take refuge, we welcome all innocent people...but no weapons!"

"Tell this news to more people..."

Logan reached out and patted Stan's shoulder. He said:

"Brother, what you said just now is good, we shouldn't be stupid to kill each other again."

The gunmen who were knocked down were photographed by Logan's power and dared not refute.

They watched Logan leave with several variants, and they looked at each other.

"Go tell others about this."

Old Stan, who had just been punched a few times, waved to Logan. He turned around, snorted, and said to several others:

"You guys, take over your relatives and meet up here, let's take refuge in the mutant's place...don't bring your arms, don't do stupid things!"

"I have a truck."

The man with a baseball cap suddenly said:

"It's used to ship goods, it's a little dirty, but it can carry a lot of people...I can get it out."

"Then what are you still doing?"

Old Stan looked at several other people. He waved his cane and shouted:

"Hurry up! Don't you want to live anymore?"

This shout made others wake up dreaming, and they immediately turned and rushed to their block.

After the others left, the man in the baseball cap looked back at Old Stan. He said with a little guilt:

"Thank you, brother, if it's not you... us, we'll almost..."

"The bastard's fist is really heavy, but it's nothing."

Old Stan touched the bruise on his face. He looked at the city shrouded in confusion. The old man whispered:

"Ah... look at all this in front of me, it makes me feel like I'm back on the battlefield, but it's much worse than the battlefield."

"We can't wait for others to save us."

Old Stan waved to several guys in his shop and asked them to drive the car over. He turned his head and said to the man with a baseball cap:

"We need to save ourselves. But don't be afraid, someone will definitely stand up to stop this, I know."

The old man grunted and said:

"Surely someone will break this dark..."

"Heroes will appear at this time and become lighthouses that light up the darkness, and we must have full confidence in them."

"People like clowns are not afraid at all. Believe me, he will fail..."

"He will die miserably!"

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