Chapter 259: The Wolf Is Coming

Roddy shocked the world by building a metal floating city in the Atlantic Ocean. This news is not only spread among the leaders of various countries, but also continuously spread by interested people on the Internet.

At first, everyone just watched it as a fake spoof video. It's just that with the confirmation of the large-scale relocation of Shinra Company, and Mr. Luo Fei's promotion on the Internet, everyone confirmed the authenticity of the matter.

Mutants can actually have the ability to change the world, what is the difference between this and God?

Ordinary people have not thought of anything deeper for the time being, but they are more convinced of the identity of Angel Rody. This made the preaching monks very happy, and the number of believers showed an explosive growth.

And the people who are a little more careful will think of the universal mutant humanization plan mentioned at the press conference after Rody's return.

Roddy wants to turn all ordinary people in the world into mutants, which was originally just a thing as illusory as the government's development direction. But seeing Rody building the city of the future, those who are interested will long to have such a powerful power for themselves.

It's just that this desire has not been realized for the time being. Because Shinra Corporation has clearly issued an announcement, there is no plan to turn a large number of ordinary people into mutants for the time being due to security issues. With the red warning of mortality, most people who live a stable life will not take this risk.

In addition to the above two types of people, the ones most affected by Rody's construction of the future city are the naturally evolved mutants.

After the Chitauri invasion, the mutant population in New York exploded. News of mutant crimes can be seen almost every day, and ordinary police have almost nothing to do with mutant criminals. Shinra's Punisher unit is too small, and it is only a drop in the bucket for the security of the entire New York City.

A second-level mutant can easily kill three or five policemen without knowing other people's abilities. This disparity in power balance makes the police the most dangerous profession.

It was also under this kind of survival pressure that the police, which were already a little bit rampant, intensified their shooting power, and a large number of innocent ordinary people were directly killed as mutants. Various demonstrations continued, and the relationship between the police and the people became worse.

If the situation is allowed to continue to deteriorate, New York City is about to collapse. Under this pressure, a special motion was passed with rare speed. Politicians who are accustomed to wrangling rarely work together and have shown amazing efficiency.

Dividing line

As night fell, a young man in a black windbreaker was walking on a remote street. Since the emergence of mutant security issues, the nights in New York have become dangerous and deserted. There were three very obvious scars on this boy's face, which completely destroyed the original handsome outline, leaving only a ferocious face.

When the man passed by a 24-hour convenience store,

There was just a burst of gunfire inside. A man with a whole body like black charcoal rushed out of the convenience store, holding a stack of change in his hand. If you take a closer look, this person is not black, but has very lush black hair, which directly covers his whole body, so he is so black that he can't see his appearance clearly.

As soon as the long-haired weirdo took a few steps, the shopkeeper chased after him, holding a pistol in his hand and constantly pulling the trigger. It's just that the bullet hit the long-haired monster, but it only made a dull sound, and it didn't cause any harm.

The long-haired weirdo ran all the way and disappeared into the night. The owner of the shop was out of breath after a few steps because of his obesity. The shopkeeper, who was furious, turned his head and saw the scar-faced boy, and couldn't help but growl at him, "Why didn't you help me stop that bastard just now?! Are you with him?"

The shopkeeper's mouth was a question, but the gun in his hand was aimed at the scar-faced boy. Judging from his appearance, it was clear that he was venting his anger on this innocent person who passed by.

The scar-faced boy didn't answer, but rolled up his right sleeve, exposing his arm covered with black scales.

"So you are those damned bastards too! You really belong together." The shopkeeper pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The black scales on the right hand of the scar-faced boy lifted up, and a large amount of steam spewed out. This kind of steam is like a small jet engine, which makes the speed of the right hand extremely fast, and even easily blocks the incoming bullets.

The metal bullets scratched a little spark on the black scales of the arm, but failed to cause any damage. The shopkeeper's behavior obviously angered the young man, so the next second, the scar-faced boy rushed in front of the shopkeeper. With his right arm clenched into a fist, he smashed it down towards the shopkeeper's head.

High-temperature steam spewed out, producing a whining sound like a steam train, pushing the fist to a terrifying speed. It's just that such a powerful punch didn't hit the target, and something like a canvas covered the shopkeeper's body faster than the fist.

As if performing magic tricks, the canvas slowly falls and lays flat on the ground, while the shopkeeper disappears.

The scar-faced boy's fist lost its target, but failed to stop. Driven by the steam, it hit the door frame of the convenience store. The metal door frame immediately deformed and flew out, and even the reinforced concrete wall was smashed with obvious cracks.

With such power, if it hit the shopkeeper's face, it would probably blow his head straight away.

After avoiding the punch of the scar-faced boy, the magic prop-like canvas flew up again and landed in the hands of a long-haired man. This man has a little mustache and looks like an artist. He also carries a huge easel on his back, as if he is ready to sketch at any time.

Mustache shook the canvas lightly, and the shopkeeper with a confused face was thrown out. He glanced around, and then saw a big hole in his convenience store. Then the shopkeeper ran away without hesitation, neither the mustache nor the scar-faced boy tried to stop him.

"Third-level mutants have rare and powerful abilities. Your punch just now is likely to kill someone." The mustache said to the scar-faced boy.

"When he shot me just now, he wanted my life. Why didn't you stop him?" The scar-faced boy's voice was hoarse, with a tone of disdain.

"I'm a little late, but you don't have to worry about it. If you get hit, you won't be in danger, because I have this." Mustache took out a red potion and shook it at the scar-faced boy. .

There was a change in the eyes of the scar-faced boy, he naturally knew what it was. The healing potions produced by Shinra Company have already fetched 300,000 US dollars in the black market.

"Since you have this thing, what are you afraid of if you let me punch this fat pig?" the scar-faced boy still said unhappily.

"Healing potions are not cheap, so save as much as you can. I am a member of the Punisher organization, Rabb Clarks. If you are interested in joining the Punisher, you can contact me. I still have a job, so I will leave first." Rabb Clarks Handing a business card to the scar-faced boy, he left in a hurry.

The scar-faced boy looked at the business card in his hand, with a meaningful smile on his lips.