During Those Years When I Was A Marvel Superhero Chapter 5: 1 ring of biological chain

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『 NetΔ

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 you can't do anything with a mortal body like you." Loki couldn't help Thor's brain.

"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 your God of Thunder, which 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 state, this was originally an animal reserve, 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, and the owner has returned to the city. Cat winter.

But there is a hunter ’s hut here that has n’t closed, or that the shop owner and his group of friends did n’t want to leave.

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

Before he was converted, he was a determined vegetarian, and he was most repelled by 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 never attacked humans, and the income of his hunter ’s hut could support him to purchase plasma provided by the government blood bank.

He has n’t attacked anyone for fifteen years with these plasmas, plus he paid special attention to maintaining his posture and never exposed his fangs.

And every time you go out, you will apply a special sunscreen. No one has known that he is a vampire over the 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 very much. He has been trying to stay away from the vampire circle.

Until the implementation of the special population management method for vampires, all the cover-ups 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 inject Purification 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. Instead, he started 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 rallies and organizations that protest against vampires and rallies in front of his house, asking him to get out of this small town where he has lived for more than thirty years.

Kerson dares to swear to God that he has never hurt anyone, but these words are not ignored by anyone, and the crazy crowd dragged him out of the house.

Like medieval Europe treated those witches, tied him to a tree and beaten them up, and all kinds of 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 Kesen lives is a typical place for conservatives to live. There is no room for weird things.

He ca n’t stand being abused every day by someone in front of his window, and paints insulting languages ​​on his house.

Kexen tried to call the police, but every time the sergeant saw his eyes was like seeing 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, if the news media now reveals a little sympathy for vampires, it may be torn apart by those who hate vampires.

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

The pure blood with money and power still lives 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 ca n’t afford those guys even if they hate vampires.

Mixed-blood vampires like Kesen 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.

There are such a group of people in the hunter ’s hut in Kesen, most of them are pre-mixed vampires who are forced into desperation, or cannot be accepted by society and cannot tolerate 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 Deacon Frost.

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

After Vampire Empire fell apart, everyone rumored that he was killed.

But recently, someone saw him again. Deacon Frost is recruiting and buying horses. He seems to be making a big move.

The reason why the hunter ’s hut in Kesen gathered so many people today is because a man of Deacon Frost will come here today to give these disabled hybrid vampires some tasks.

The snow in the forest outside has been as thick as 1o centimeters. People walking in this kind of snow have begun to feel very laborious.

The ambassador braved the cold and the snow and pushed away the hunter ’s hut after the trek. The whistle-blower outside had already appeared to him, but the ambassador had already given the prescribed code.

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

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

Kexen handed a bottle of whiskey to the messenger facelessly. The visitor first gave himself a big gulp and felt alcohol started to sway in the blood before feeling better.

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

This is also the most concerned issue for the dozens of 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 am afraid that Dracula will not be his opponent now." The messenger was a little excited Said.

"What is Deakin's plan?" an original vampire couldn't help asking.

"What's the plan? Isn't it easy to understand?" The messenger did not look back at the person, but put the big box he was carrying on the table, and at the same time found a stool to sit down.

"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, we sitting here have never gone out to attack humans."

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

"Our family was destroyed and many people lost their jobs. I just contacted State of Arizona ’s friends a few days ago. This month, at least 500 mixed-race vampires died or were in their social circles. Missing. "

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.

When the government appoints this bill, did it owe it? Or was it deliberately promoted by intentional people? It's too late to say anything now because isolation has already caused it.

Perhaps some people think that vampires who have become ordinary people can't make much fuss, but history has warned people many times that whatever happens must not should ignore the power of small people.

For example, the messenger who returned from Deacon Frost 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 live awkwardly or start a big business with Deacon. But I must tell you that these things do not guarantee your chance of survival ~ The mortality rate is as high as 60 percent, 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 does n’t matter anyway, I do n’t have anything to lose anyway, if I can turn things upside down before my life ends. 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, this place called City of Angels.

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

A peculiar flame that is very weak and hardly reveals if you do n’t deliberately explore it, but that flame feels not warm but a cold from hell.

He plays with a silver ornament in his hand and whispers softly in his mouth.

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