Chapter 803 The Plan of the Ordinary Mutants

In an inconspicuous small bar in New York, it was filled with people in twos and threes, which seemed very crowded.

Said it was full and it looked crowded, but most of it was because the bar was too small. Only a dozen or so people packed this small bar to the brim.

This is actually a gathering place for mutants in New York City, a group of mutant citizens who spontaneously gathered together. Most of them are mutants like William: no special powers, no harm.

For example, William's mutant ability, he can make the little finger emit a light source with a brightness of about five watts during the day. And this ability is only useful when there is a sun light source during the day.

If there is no light source of direct sunlight at night, his ability will not work. So apart from using his fingers as a light source to fill in the dark parts of himself when taking selfies during the day, William felt that his abilities were useless. It can't even be used as a replacement for a night light to guide yourself when going to the bathroom at night.

It would be nice to have a flashlight available 24 hours a day. What is the use of a light source that is limited to daytime? Only when there is light will it be bright, and if there is no light, it will never be bright! Hearing it sounds like nonsense.

But because William is a true mutant, it's hard to find work for him. In the end, I had to work as a taxi driver on the night shift.

Most of the mutants gathered in this bar today are like this. Their lives in the world of ordinary people are not too good but not too bad. Has mutant abilities, but it's very weird.

To these people life is like a wild joke. There will always be a special turn when you don't expect it. As for overtaking in this corner, is this what you want? Life doesn't care.

William pushed open the door of the bar, and the bar was full of familiar old faces.

"William, you are late." The one who spoke to William was a big man with roses and skulls tattooed on his arm. His name was Bob, but William preferred to call him Submarine.

Because this guy's mutant ability is to breathe with his own ears. William felt that he would definitely get otitis media in the future.

"Traffic jam." William walked to the bar area of ​​the bar and greeted the bartender: "Glue, bring me a beer."

The bartender, known as Glue, was a young man in his twenties. The reason why it is called glue is because his mutant ability has very fine suction cups on both hands, and he can firmly suck anything he grabs.

When he woke up quietly, it was when he accompanied his girlfriend to go shopping in the gold store. Originally, the two wanted to see what couple rings they could afford, but the prices of all the rings exceeded the standard. So the two had no choice but to leave.

But the ability of glue was inexplicably awakened, so a diamond-encrusted platinum ring stuck to his palm all the time. The clerk thought he was playing ghosts and called the police. The unlucky glue became a thief in this way, and it was all tears when I said it.

In fact, most of the people in this bar are the same as William, Glue, and Submarine. Obviously a harmless mutant with useless abilities. But because the general environment of mutants is not good, it makes their life difficult.

"How are you doing recently?" William asked the submarine while holding the beer delivered by Glue.

"No, it's terrible. I sold my Renaji." The submarine said sullenly. There is a line of small words under the skull tattooed on his arm, which is the name he gave his Harley motorcycle: Renaji.

William: "What's wrong?"

The submarine took a sip of beer: "I'm still five thousand dollars short of the loan. If I can't pay within the time limit, the bank will seal the house. Damn it, it's been getting worse and worse since I lost my job a few months ago. "

Sub was previously working in a restaurant, and despite his wild looks, Sub is actually a chef. Chefs generally earn a good income in the United States (referring to restaurant chefs with a certain scale).

Originally the sub was doing well in a restaurant serving Mexican style food. But the old owner got old and sold the restaurant to a new owner. The first thing the new boss did when he came up was to fire the submarine because of the mutants.

The new boss fought with the same table when he was studying, and he often fought, but he never won. And that seatmate happened to be a mutant. So he became a mutant all his life.

Can this be regarded as venting anger on people? It should count. While it's true that Bob the Submariner has a menacing look (and rides a Harley), the guy is actually a gentle, nice guy. For example, he is the most popular nice guy in the community where he lives.

Because every community meal or something, the sub always brings oversized portions of homemade burritos and bolognese, as well as grilled cornbread and bolognese mashed potatoes, which everyone loves.

But after losing his job, Submarine's life is not easy, because he doesn't have much savings. After a few months of hard work, his savings ran out, and he had to sell his Harley in order to avoid his house being repossessed by the bank.

Fortunately, a neighbor in the community did him a favor and bought his Harley at a premium higher than the average second-hand Harley. That's how he scraped together more than $5,000 in cash to pay his bank bills and loans.

William patted the submarine on the shoulder: "If, I mean if. If you need help, I can lend you some cash, but the amount may not be too much. The Christmas that just passed was about to empty out my private money gone."

The submarine smiled: "Come on. A good father who saves money from cigarettes to buy toys for his children, how could I ask you for money." The submarine drank the remaining beer in the glass in one gulp.

Glue silently refilled the sub, and he interjected: "The old Mamba just passed away a few days ago. Because he had no money to buy insulin to control his diabetes, and could only eat cheap junk food every day. He told me that he once He bought health insurance, I don't understand why his health insurance doesn't care about anything. I persuaded him to go to court, but he said no lawyer wanted to take his case."

Glue's face was gloomy: "Because those lawyers don't want to ruin their reputation. Damn [reputation]!"

William was silent for a long time before cursing in a low voice: "This is a damn day."

The submarine was also silent. After a while, he opened his mouth and said to the glue: "Can your TV receive Chinese news?"

The TV that the submarine refers to is a 40-inch LCD TV hanging in a corner of the bar to watch news and football games. Whenever the season (basketball, football, baseball) comes to this bar there are always a lot of people watching the game. Because many mutants can't just walk into ordinary bars and watch football with everyone.

Because you don't know what the consequences are if you do this. Maybe you will hurt someone else, or someone else will hurt you. So normal mutants - like William - wouldn't take that risk.

Glue thought about it for a while: "Probably only can receive CCTV4, that channel called Chinese International. I've never watched it before."

The sub said to the glue: "Open this channel. Time to see where our future lies."

Glue: "What?" He hasn't reacted yet.

William knocked on the table: "Haven't you heard? Tuvalu, a country of mutants! It was founded by a young mutant girl. She is now in China, and she will ask China to help her endorse it. It is said that today is The day she announced some of Tuvalu's policies and the strategic agreement between China. Otherwise, why do you think I didn't drive tonight and came here to chat with you?"

"It's not just for drinking. I want to know what happened in the first place. Maybe this is a very important day for us."

"She wants to build a home for mutants. A place against discrimination against mutants. Seriously, life is really terrible now, and I can bear it. But I can't let my children grow up in this environment .”

"If Tuvalu is really as good as she advertises, I think I will find a way to see if I can immigrate." William said seriously.

The submarine also jokingly said: "Yeah, I think if they like to eat Mexican food, maybe I can be the first person to open a Mexican restaurant in Tuvalu."

Glue shook his head with a smile, then adjusted the TV to CCTV4.

And the time seemed to be just right, and Katie, the president of Tuvalu, was appearing on the screen in a well-dressed suit.