This Kryptonian is Too Steady

Sheepshead Bay, New York.

The prosperous international metropolis has long lost its former glory, and it is full of devastation.

The streets are filled with countless green-haired garbage and old cars, and none of the thousands of high-rise buildings remain intact, like experiences, all of which are "missing arms and legs", turning into crumbling dangerous buildings.

In the northwest of Sheepshead Bay, there is a human gathering place covering an area of ​​nearly ten kilometers.

Camouflage-colored armored vehicles were parked outside the gathering place, and there were even a few heavy tanks of unknown models among them.

Teams of heavily armed soldiers were patrolling around the barbed wire fence that surrounded the entire gathering place, and behind them were blue and purple giants more than ten meters high.

Every 100 meters, a sentry tower was set up along the inner edge of the iron net. The soldiers standing on the sentry tower looked out from here and could have a panoramic view of the low tube buildings and dark green tents inside the iron net.

Between the 'gap' of these buildings, men and women wearing orange-red uniforms with uniform black 'M' tattoos on their right brows are sitting or lying, scattered all over the place.

Other than that, the only thing these men and women have in common is that they wear a black collar around their necks, which is specially designed to suppress mutant abilities.

This is a mutant concentration camp.

In the center of the concentration camp, there was a huge dark red building like a square box, where thousands of mutant prisoners in orange uniforms ate.

In front of the long queue of food pick-up windows, a little girl with a collar on her neck was lower than the iron plate in her hand. Perhaps because she was too excited to see the food under the erosion of hunger, she moved too much, and she accidentally encountered work. The palm of the person just happens to be outstretched.

"Mutant bastard, get your dirty hands off!"

Feeling the touch from the skin, the staff looked furious, and smashed an iron spoon on the top of the little girl's head.

"Wow--!"

There was a loud cry, but none of the mutants around dared to comfort the little girl who had suffered an indiscriminate disaster, let alone condemn the staff member.

Not far away, a strong man who had just had dinner and was about to leave the cafeteria saw this scene. He also didn't dare to lend a helping hand. He only dared to grit his teeth and scolded in a low voice: "These bastards."

Unexpectedly, his scolding just happened to be heard by a fully armed guard next to him.

"You, stop, don't go, it's you, mutant bastard."

With four subordinates blocking the way of the strong man, the guard's face was ferocious: "Who did you just call a bastard!"

The strong man shook his head like a rattle, and he dared not admit what he said five seconds ago: "I don't know what you are talking about."

'Snapped! '

A slap flashed across the face of a strong mutant who was half a head taller than himself, and the guard turned cold: "Are you calling me deaf?"

"Dare not dare."

"Lick my shoes clean, and I'll spare you this time."

"this……"

"Ok?!"

Hearing the squad leader's instructions, the four guards all raised their energy guns and aimed at the man in front of them.

"Yes Yes Yes."

The back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, the strong man's face turned pale, his knees bent without resistance, and he fell to the concrete floor.

Immediately afterwards,

He bent down, got on all fours, stuck out his tongue, and approached the guard's mud-stained boots like a dog.

The moment the strong man's tongue touched his vamp, the captain of the guard reopened the law enforcement recorder that had just been turned off, and let out an exaggerated scream. feet! This mutant bastard actually used his tongue to sneak up on me!"

"I'm not, I'm not!"

The burly man who supported his body changed his face and shook his head in a panic.

Unfortunately, his ending was doomed when those words reached the other party's ears.

'Biu～' 'Biu～' 'Biu～'...

What greeted him were countless blue and white energy bombs.

The group of guards didn't let go of the finger holding the trigger until they shot the opponent so badly that they couldn't see the human figure at all.

"Hey, bah~ It's all you mutant bastards, otherwise the world wouldn't be what it is today."

After spitting hard on the corpse, the madness in the captain's eyes gradually faded away, and he scanned the surrounding prisoners who were silent like cicadas. Wherever they looked, everyone bowed their heads, and no one dared to look at him.

Withdrawing his gaze, the captain of the guard nodded with satisfaction, turned and left.

Taking back his peripheral vision, he hastily scraped away the mushy food on the plate, and the bald boy rushed out of the cafeteria following the flow of people, fearing that he would be the next unlucky person.

"Ouch~"

In a panic, the bald boy felt that he had bumped into a wall of flesh, and fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

Looking up, I saw a black ball with arms thicker than his waist staring at him fiercely.

"Little devil, don't you have eyes when you walk? Kill him!"

After receiving the order from the boss, a group of strong adults immediately rushed up behind the ball.

'boom! ''boom! ''boom! ’,

The sound of fist and fist echoed in the dirty alley.

………………

When the boy opened his eyes again, the surrounding scenery had changed drastically.

Unfamiliar ceiling, dilapidated living room, the only light source is a white candle burning halfway up.

"you're awake?"

Sitting up from the shabby carpet, the bald boy looked around where the sound came from.

I saw an old man with age spots on his face, white beard and hair, and half of his teeth missing was lying on his back on a patched sofa, holding a dilapidated storybook in one hand and a green wine bottle in the other. Go to his own mouth.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, I just picked you up when I saw you on the side of the road, and you just had a few breaths."

After drinking, the old man mercilessly issued a eviction order: "Get out of here when you wake up."

"It's curfew time, can I stay here for one night?"

Turning his head to look, the black night sky reflected into the eyes of the bald boy through the window.

"what ever."

After replying in a mild manner, the old man turned his attention to the book again.

The bald boy also fell silent, leaning against the wall and resting with his eyes closed.

The injuries on his body stimulated the boy's nerves all the time. After persisting for more than 20 minutes, the bald boy finally couldn't bear it any longer. He took the initiative to find a topic to distract himself: "How old are you, old man?"

"I can't remember, maybe ninety, maybe a hundred."

"Then you won't live for two years."

The boy almost chatted to death with one sentence.

Perhaps because he lived long enough and experienced too much, the old man didn't care about the boy's words, but shook his head and laughed: "Hey, it's good to die, what's the point of living like this."

"Isn't that how everyone lives?"

The little boy curled his lips indifferently, as if he had met a lunatic.