Those Years when Marvel was a Superhero

In the wilderness of Pennsylvania, the empty plains are empty. The nearest town is nearly 70 kilometers away from the bustling New York State. The state is closer to a big farm. 『Hunting』 Net Δ

But it is still winter. Although the sun is very big, it still makes people feel cold in this wilderness.

"I can't go back like this. This is to escape!" Thor was shouting to his brother Loki on the wide plain.

"What's the use of your stay, and nothing can be done with a mortal body like you." Loki couldn't help Thor's brains.

"I have contacted Heimdall and he will open the Rainbow Bridge after a quarter of an hour. You must go back to Asgard with me." Loki said to Tor with an irresistible tone.

"But what should we do if the snake is here?" Thor asked Loki.

"That's what Odin should be concerned about, not you, the **** of thunder who has lost its power." Rocky is not using Thor's nonsense with Thor to imprison Thor.

The Rainbow Bridge opened at the scheduled time and returned to Asgard with the two Thor brothers.

And about a hundred kilometers away from them, in a forest in Pennsylvania, this was originally an animal sanctuary, but hunting will also be open during the hunting season.

This is to ensure the maintenance of ecological balance, and to control the increasing number of deer and bears in the protected area in an appropriate human-controlled manner.

There are many private hunter cabins, which were originally opened to those hunters during the hunting season. Generally, in this cold winter, these hunter cabins should have been closed for a long time.

But there is a hunter's hut here that has not been closed, or that the owner and a group of his partners do not want to leave here.

The owner's name is Kesen. Originally he was a vampire, but he was a mixed-blood. He didn't like the vampire status very much.

Before he was converted, he was a determined vegetarian. He was the most repellent of the **** smell, although he was also a hunter.

But he has always been a firm pacifist. The hunter's hunting is to maintain the balance in the forest and make the entire biological chain more reasonable, rather than just killing and asking for fun.

So even if he became a vampire, he would never attack humans, and the income of his hunter's cabin could support him to purchase plasma provided by the government blood bank.

Relying on these plasmas, he hasn't attacked anyone for fifteen years, plus he paid special attention to maintaining his posture and never exposed his fangs.

And every time I go out, I will apply a special sunscreen. No one has known that he is a vampire in these years.

For the fifteen years since he was converted, Kerson has been very good. He even married an ordinary woman and had children. He loves his wife and children. He has been trying to stay away from the vampire circle.

Until the implementation of the vampire special population management method, all the masks he had made before were useless, and the government had records of his purchase of plasma.

He was taken away by the police and forced to be injected with purified serum, which was nothing to him. He had long wanted to leave his vampire status.

But life did not get better because he was no longer a vampire, but began to get worse.

His wife and children could not accept the fact that he was a vampire, especially after the government news repeatedly broadcasted various crimes about vampires.

His wife left him with his children, and the family that had been painstakingly operating for more than ten years fell apart instantly. And worse things happen one after another.

There are so-called rallying against vampires and organizations gathering in front of his house, asking him to get out of this small town where he has lived for more than thirty years.

Coxen dared to swear to heaven that he had never hurt anyone, but these words were ignored by no one, and the crazy crowd dragged him out of the house.

It was like the medieval Europe treated those witches, tied him to the tree and beaten, and various insults. If it wasn't for the police to arrive in time, maybe he would be burned to the tree like the witches.

The small town where Kessen lives is a typical place for conservatives to live. It can't accommodate any weird things.

He couldn't bear to be abused every day by someone in front of his window, painting various insulting words on his house.

Kerson tried to call the police, but every time the sergeant saw his eyes as if he saw something stinking, it seemed that he had a terrible infectious disease and wanted to stay away from him.

This is a kind of discrimination, and this kind of discrimination is not just a case born in Kesen. Many other vampires who have become normal people also suffer from the same discrimination.

Of course, the media will not cover these things, because this is a political issue. In the United States, which news media is thinking about dealing with national planning issues?

In addition, as long as the news media now reveals a little sympathy for vampires, it may be torn apart by those who hate vampires.

In this indiscriminate storm of discrimination, there was another gulf between pure blood and mixed blood among vampires.

Those pure blood with money and power still live as a man, no matter whether they are vampires or not, as long as they have enough capital in their hands, they are always the elite of this country.

Neither the media nor the police will go to their troubles. Ordinary ordinary people can't afford those guys even if they hate vampires.

And half-blooded vampires like Kerson are the most violent people in this storm.

Some politicians are used to calling these things the pain of the new bill, as long as they endure the past, but they may not have considered that many people can't survive the pain.

Maybe some people will die before the pain ends, maybe some people can survive the pain, but some people will decide not to endure the pain, even at the cost of their lives.

Because for some people, sometimes anger and hatred are even more important to life.

Such a group of people gathered in the hunter's cabin in Kesen, most of them were forced to go to nowhere, or were pre-mixed vampires who could not be accepted by society and could not endure such discrimination.

Recently, a name has been brought up in the circle of mixed-blood vampires, that is, the leader of the former mixed-blood vampire, Dickenface.

Countless hybrids regard him as a hero and a fighter who fights against pure blood, and many people are willing to lay down their lives for his revolution.

After the vampire empire fell apart, everyone rumored that he had been killed.

But recently, someone saw him again, and Dikenfez was recruiting, and he seemed to be making a big move.

The reason why the hunter ’s hut in Kesen gathered so many people today is because one of the men of Deckenfels is coming here today to give these disabled hybrid vampires some tasks.

The snow in the forest outside has reached 1o centimeters thick, and people have begun to feel very strenuous while walking in this kind of snow.

The messenger braved the severe cold and snow to push open the hunter's hut after a trek, and the people who sent out outside had already appeared to him, but the messenger had already made a prescribed secret signal.

"It's a **** weather." The messenger, wearing a heavy winter suit and carrying a large box, scolded as soon as he entered the room.

"Damn, Kesen, do you have any wine here? I want a bottle of whiskey to warm up."

Kerson handlessly handed a bottle of whiskey to the messenger. The person first pours himself a big sip and feels that alcohol begins to sway in the blood to feel better.

"Have you seen Dicken?" Kesen and other messengers asked after drinking.

This is also the most concerned issue for more than a dozen people present, and everyone's eyes have gathered here.

"Yes, I saw him. I swear, Deacon is stronger than any vampire we have ever seen. I'm afraid Dracula will not be his opponent now." The messenger said with excitement.

"What is Deakin's plan?" An original vampire could not help asking.

"What's the plan? Isn't it easy to understand?" Instead of looking back at the man, the messenger put the big box he was carrying on the table and found a stool to sit down on.

"Do you still want to live like this now? We haven't done bad things before! We are forced to become vampires."

"Even after becoming a vampire, all of us sitting have never gone out to attack humans."

"We obey the laws and regulations, work hard, and use the US dollars to buy the plasma of the government. But now what the government is doing!"

"Our family was destroyed and many people lost their jobs. I just contacted my friends in Arizona a few days ago. In their social circles this month, at least 500 mixed-blood vampires died or disappeared. "

The words of the messenger made most of the people present bow their heads, and many people felt the same. Such discrimination is invisible and intangible, but it does exist.

Vampires who have become normal people are largely rejected, lose their jobs and unable to learn, and are intentionally or unintentionally isolated by the crowd.

Did the government owe consideration when designating this bill? Or was it deliberately promoted by intentional people? It's too late to say anything now because isolation has already caused it.

Maybe some people think that vampires who have become ordinary people can't make a lot of tricks, but history has warned people many times, please don't ignore the power of small people.

For example, now, the messenger who returned from Dikenfez opened the suitcase he was carrying. Ten blue serums were exposed.

"In a word, Deakin only needs the strongest will." The messenger's face was serious.

"It's up to you to decide whether you want to survive alive or start a big business with Deakin. But I must tell you that these things do not guarantee your chance of survival ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The rate is as high as 60%, how to see your own choice. "

Before the messenger's words were finished, Kerson picked up a serum and injected it into his arm.

It doesn't matter, anyway, I don't have anything to lose, if I can turn it upside down before the end of my life. At least prove that you have lived vigorously in this world, instead of hiding silently in an unmanned corner like an old dog.

Los Angeles, the place known as the city of angels.

A very handsome young man is sitting in a cafe looking at the distant coast. If you look at his eyes carefully, there will be a flame burning in the depths of his eyes.

A peculiar flame is very weak and hardly reveals if it is not deliberately explored, but the flame feels not warm, but a cold from hell.

He was playing with a silver ornament in his hand and whispered softly in his mouth.

"Everything is for balance, so is hunting, so is fear, so is death." (To be continued.)