Chapter 411 Are you hungry

A sunny day in New York in July.

In the lazy golden sunset in the afternoon, on the transit plane from Singapore to New York, Porter looked a little tired, walked out of the cabin.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar things in front of me, it was only two months later, but Porter felt that things were different.

There were still so many people at the New York airport. I found a taxi and threw the salute to Porter in the back seat, pondering for a moment: "Go to Brooklyn."

The air is filled with the smell of daffodils. The driver is an Indian and looks a little silent, but once he opens up the conversation?

His name is Dofend, and he likes a girl named Geeta, but unfortunately his cousin Bandu is a handsome scumbag.

It is well known that in modern society, if you want to find a beautiful and suitable girlfriend, either you are a rich man or a scumbag, and an honest man like Dofend, unless he can evolve into a takeover man, he will not even be able to drink water for a pot of water.

Under Porter's comfort, Doved's face showed a "happy" smile.

As for whether he would be so depressed that he committed suicide after taking this business?

That's not what Potter can do.

Three hours later, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and he threw the only $61.50 left on his body to Doved. Porter left a sentence without looking for it, and then picked up his luggage and left.

Doved seemed to want to say something, but looking at Porter's 1.9-meter-old stature, he shrank his neck and reluctantly kept the banknotes. Although he didn't make much money, he at least didn't lose money.

For Dofend, this is already good.

Brooklyn, an area on the southeast side of Manhattan, is also the most populous area among the five major districts of New York City.

Because it is cheap, it brings together a large number of non-American people. In a sense, the first steps of the guys from all over the world who have dreams of New York were mostly taken from Brooklyn.

So although Brooklyn is in chaos, there are many talented people here, and they can even be described as mixed with dragons and snakes.

Of course, chaos also breeds evil.

The dim streets smelled of slurry and garbage in the air.

A group of children of sixteen or seventeen were gathered around the iron bucket that was originally marked.

It may be for the pursuit of excitement, or for the pursuit of excitement. In short, it is definitely not the kind of good baby who has a iron bucket to barbecue and grill sausages on the roadside picnic.

A little girl obviously had no development, licked her exaggerated death Barbie's pink lipstick with her pink tongue, and hooked her fingers to Porter in a somewhat unrestrained manner: "Uncle, do you want to play? It only costs 20 US dollars, I am only sixteen years old this year."

A girl behind her, who was exposed but not adult, slapped her on the black tight leather pants of the first girl. With a crisp "pop", she immediately looked at the strong Porter:

"Do you, the shameless Xiao Bichi, want it? Uncle, do you want it together? My tongue is very flexible."

But Porter looked very cold, and he didn't even look at it, and just walked past the eyes of the young people in a diameter.

Behind him, there seemed to be a girl's verbal abuse. I don't know if it was talking about cowards, impotence, or ridicule between several plastic sisters, such as a kind-hearted concern:

"You Bichi!"

As the streets get deeper and deeper, fewer and fewer people are around them.

Every five minutes, the surroundings will become desolate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the end of the journey, there were even fewer qualified buildings around, with only an abandoned factory with lights on, which looked gloomy and weird on the desolate land.

Standing in front of the locked iron door of the factory, Porter looked a little hesitant, but in the end he still knocked on the door.

The thick palm slapped the iron door, making a "bang" sound.

After a while, the door opened, and the woman in black tight jeans was scanning her eyes with sharp eyes, then she frowned:

"Potter, when did you come back? Where are the others?"

With a thick skeleton and proud mind, if it weren't for the same thick waist, I believe this would have been a devilish figure with a bulge in front and a tilted back.

But even so, this kind of strength, which is not fat, is still a symbol of beauty and strength in the eyes of many people.

But having a match in the corner of his mouth made the "angel" in front of him feel a bit slutty.

Her name is Angel. Although Porter has always been wondering why she, who has super power, wanted to name herself Sand and Dust Angel. Is it because her name is Angel?

But Porter was not too concerned about this issue. With a deep breath, a serious look flashed in Porter's eyes: "Angele, some accident happened, I want to see the boss."

Looking at Potter suspiciously, spitting out the matches in his mouth, Angel nodded: "Come with me."

She didn't know what was going on, nor did she want to know.

She only knew that Porter was back alone, and the boss needed explanation.

The seemingly abandoned factory is much more lively than expected. In the rooms isolated by glass, all kinds of strange people are locked up.

For example: wings are on the back, bone spurs on the forehead, blue skin, or a long tail.

The organization to which Porter belongs is an organization specializing in the creation of mutants.

They will look for retired veterans, or people who are deeply ill, and inject them with medicines to stimulate the X gene in these people.

Although mutants have a very good reputation in society.

But it has to be admitted that the whole body of a mutant creature is full of treasures.

Powerful mutants, such as Professor X and Magneto, are afraid of even big countries like America.

Even if they are not as powerful as Magneto, they can become very excellent war machines after a little training, such as Colonel Stryker's x-weapon Wolverine.

As for why not use robots?

Haha, even though two years have passed, no one will forget the painful lesson that Ultron left behind.

Neon lights have been erased from the earth, and Nagini, the strongest superhero in human history, also died in that battle.

Although there are other losses, none of the above two items can bear it.

Of course, this is just the result that ordinary people know. As for the truth of the matter?

Do you want to tell ordinary people that in order to save the rest of the earth, they choose to sacrifice neon, plus the Nagini family, and the most fucking thing is that Nagini is not dead yet, and is now hiding in the dark waiting to take revenge on humans?

Compared to the more cruel truth, it is obvious that everyone is still willing to accept the former, after all, accepting the former will not feel so much guilt.

There is Nagini outside and Ultron inside. It is in this way that everyone thinks of mutants.

Compared with the cold robots, mutants are much more pleasing to them.

After all, machines are just machines. Although mutants are not humans, they at least have emotions and can be controlled.

Moreover, even the most trashy mutants have extremely high scientific research value in their bodies.

Porter's boss saw this business opportunity, so he started running a store selling mutants two years ago.

He is 1.8 meters tall, with a cold face and a cold look, as if he is a machine without emotions.

The man wearing a white coat and looking like a researcher is named Ajax, who is Porter's boss, the boss of this mutant production factory.

And when I saw Porter coming back alone?

Francis frowned slightly: "Why are you the only one?"

The cold eyes swept over and felt the indifference emitted by the boss. Potter's body couldn't help but tremble, but after a moment, his eyes were a little heavy:

"Boss, we had an accident in Borneo and everyone was dead."

Frowned, Francis was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were a little more surprised: "Harry is dead too?"

Botty nodded, as if he would think of some terrible memories, which made his eyes flicker: "A very terrible monster attacked us, boss, we..."

But what Potter didn't expect was that before he could finish speaking, he seemed to have misunderstood something. Francis, who had a red figure, suddenly became a little angry in his eyes:

"This damn bastard, I'll kill him one day! Okay, I get it, you go down."

Although I don't know what the boss misunderstood, for Porter, it's better to have a small thing than a small thing. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the boss's voice sounding behind him:

"Wait, Harry is dead, you come and be the captain, and come with me to deliver a batch of goods tomorrow."

The body stiffened, and Porter, who was already ready to leave, was stunned, and then he nodded: "Yes."

Leaving from the boss, Porter saw the mutants howling in pain in the glass compartment. If it were Porter in the past, he would have watched with great interest, but now?

He just wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

But the moment Porter left this seemingly abandoned factory?

Porter's breath suddenly changed, cold, and his crazy eyes flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, a hoarse and disturbing voice came from his throat:

"Are you hungry?"

The eyes changed, and the numb eyes dissipated, replaced by pain and fear, and a helpless plea came from Porter's throat: "Ho...ho..."

I don’t know how long it took, Porter, who was half kneeling in front of the factory, stared blankly at the row of numbers in front of him written on the ground with flesh and blood.
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