Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path: 17. The first smear of sparks

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Rogue is in the long queue. The Mutant(s) waiting for drug injection is in front. She can see at a glance that the Mutant(s) here are mostly the lowest Epsilon Mutant(s). On the long horn, some people have several hands, and others can't even walk upright.

It's like a circus.

The alpha-class Mutant(s) that she has no obvious variant characteristics can't be seen in this team at all. At first glance, it seems that she is the only one.

Beside the lineup, the policemen with live ammunition had cold arms holding their arms outside, and farther away they were opponents who held up various brands and shouted in a mess.

"Traitor! Traitor!"

"You think you can become them! You are dreaming!"

"They will eat you without bones left!"

"Come back, fellow! Do n’t be fooled!"

Or yelled, threatened, or pleaded. Various sounds poured into the ears of these Mutant(s)s waiting for injection. Rogue turned to look. The Mutant(s)s around her were all dull. Others wrapped themselves up with masks and scarves.

This seems a shameful thing.

"Why?"

Rogue couldn't help but ask a gray-haired old man around him: "Why do people reject this matter so much?"

This old gentleman should be considered to have a relatively low degree of variation in these queued Mutant(s)s. Rogue can easily feel the weak power in his body. Look carefully. His eyes are like the vertical pupils like Beast, and The yellow eyes look like snakes.

Hearing a question about Rogue, the old man smiled:

"Of course, it will be rejected. Any Mutant(s) with a normal brain will not come to receive this treatment ... Little girl, you do n’t really think that you become an ordinary person, they will accept you?"

Wait for Rogue to answer, the old gentleman shook his head and said softly:

"Look at their eyes, the conflict between Mutant(s) and ordinary people has long existed, they now accept us just because they need to use us as role models to inspire more Mutant(s) to give up their camp and join them If the Mutant(s) side loses, those of us who have changed will still be despised or ridiculed, and we will still be squeezed into another camp. "

He turned his head to look at Rogue and said very seriously:

"This is just a scam!"

"What about you? You know this is a scam, why do you want to come over?"

Rogue looked at him suspiciously and asked in a low voice: "What do you want to do here?"

"Me? I'm just a poor man who can't resist fate."

The old man looked a little bleak and said, "I was originally a Ph.D. supervisor of sociology at the State University of New York. I have a very happy family, I have my children, I have my loved ones, but in the previous one In an accident, I was activated with the X gene, and I became an Mutant(s). When I was 70 years old, I became a monster. "

A bit of pain flashed across his face:

"So I'm not here for conspiracy, little girl, I just want to change back to my original identity, but in this period of time when I became Mutant(s), I can see clearly."

He looked at Rogue and said very seriously:

"Ca n’t go back! Even if the race can be changed, but once something changes, you ca n’t go back anymore. You really think that after I become an ordinary person, my reorganized family will accept it again. Me? Can I return to my post after I change back to an ordinary person? Can I return to my previous life after changing back to an ordinary person? "

"No, impossible."

The old man raised his head and looked at the slowly moving team in front of him. He said softly, "I just want to die decently as a human being, nothing more. Those lost, I ca n’t get it back."

He turned his head to look at Rogue, a wrinkled smile appeared on his wrinkled face, he persuaded:

"Little girl, you should be a senior Mutant(s), listen to me, no matter what you want, you ca n’t get it here. This is just a sad conspiracy. Look around you, willing to accept alms. , Are some weak people who simply cannot survive in modern life, they have no power to resist fate. "

"Do you know what this means?"

" Mutant(s) The racial will has awakened, they began to face their strength and status, only waiting for one person to stand up and take them out of the barbaric Mutant(s) , What they think is too simple. "

The walking stick in the old gentleman's hand was a little bit **** the ground, and he said to Rogue with a long heart:

"Come on, do n’t enter here, do n’t be fooled by them, you have the power to resist fate, do n’t let it slip away from you."

He pointed to the large number of demonstrators opposite and said to Rogue:

"Look at them! Mutant(s) wants to fight for rights and dignity, can they just rely on demonstrations? They have chosen the wrong way, and history has proved countless times that a race wants to rise really, without iron and The blood test is simply impossible to achieve, boy, you must learn to hold the knife, not be deceived by them to give up everything. "

The line is slowly moving forward. In the chat between Rogue and this old gentleman, there are not many people waiting in front of them. Rogue silently looked at the Mutant(s) that was receiving injections. It's as simple as expected, a row of open-air cultivation warehouses. Mutant(s) sits there. The operator puts a bottle of yellow liquid into it and waits for 1 minute. Mutant(s) will stand up as a human again.

Looking at the Mutant(s)s who were crying on the side and watching them hug and cheer together, Rogue somehow thought of the words that Cyber always hangs on their lips.

"I don't save people who don't know how to save themselves ..."

She looked at the weeping Epsilon Mutant(s) who embraced each other, looked at their longing and longing for a new life, and thought of what the doctor of sociology said to her just now.

At this moment, an indescribable absurdity appeared in Rogue's heart.

She must be crazy! So she will come here, abandon everything, abandon relatives and friends, come here and pursue a meaningless thing.

These people ... these guys thought they were saved? No ... No, no, no, they just fell from one **** to another.

Her hands clenched, the person behind pushed her in the chair in front of her, the old professor with white hair sat beside her, he looked at Rogue, he felt a vigorous will, He stretched out his hand with a smile, letting the operator next to pierce the needle into his arm, his other hand waved, as if was saying goodbye to Rogue.

"Go, kid ... you already know what you need, and you already know where your future path is, then go bravely and do n’t let anyone stop you!"

"Let this world look, let that cruel fate look, how did you resist them, how did you throw your palms on their faces ... goodbye, my Mutant(s) friend."

The operator on the other side pressed Rogue ’s arm and tried to pierce the needle into her skin. However, at this moment, a special force erupted from the beautiful girl in front of him, and the operator made a sound. Screaming, but his vitality has flowed into the body of Rogue like a surging river.

Little girl stood up from the chair, she lifted the operator who was paralyzed on the ground, and in the warmth of her body, she threw him out and smashed the police officers who rushed over. on the ground.

"Bang"

Rogue lifted the steel table next to it and hit the petri dish behind him. At this moment, sparks were splattered, accompanied by a low explosion, all the noise, all the roar, all the resistance, everything All of his anger calmed down at this moment, and across the square, everyone looked at the girl who slowly walked out of the flames.

She has long blond hair and a long strand of white hair on her hair, which looks full of a special beauty. A black devil head with blood dripping on her neck and arms painted Goblin pattern, a green demon can be wrapped around her body, blocking those bullets out of the body.

Every time she took a step forward, her body transformed a little more. After taking 5 steps, she has become a 2.5-meter-tall, dark-green demon horn, slender, with pale skin, with With a veiled face, there are also six arms holding various weapons.

Demon incarnation-destroy the demon form!

The heavily armed policemen around were stunned by this scene, the flexible turned ran, but Rogue just ran a few steps forward, and the six arms waved at the moment, terrible The sharp blade storm swept through everything, and her indifferent voice spread across the square in the flames of blood and minced meat.

"I'm not sick! I don't need a cure! I want to understand! It's you who are sick!"

"Vicious into the bone, there is no medicine to save! You really make me feel ... disgusting!"

At the moment when the flames rose, among the crowds of demonstrations, some sneaky guys saw the opportunity. They came from various forces and quickly seized the opportunity. Out of the crowd, crazy attacks on the helpless police and operators.

Some of them shouted:

"Compatriots! Opportunity is here! Let's destroy this! Let them see the true power of Mutant(s)!"

The crowd is blind, especially when there are a large number of people, and there is a lack of leaders. When the first person waved a bone spur into the chaotic group opposite, the second person is already trying to desire There is no shortage of scumbags in this world who want to make a big news, especially in this chaotic time.

The little girl from Devil Gang ignited the first fire, and they would naturally have no worries. Anyway, the black pot finally had Devil Gang to carry it.

However, apart from being confused in some things, Rogue is not a fool in nature. After realizing that things have become chaotic, she quickly leaves the scene, but she is not familiar with New York. After a few minutes, she lost her way until someone shouted at her in the darkness ahead:

"Who are you? Why are you still here, come on! Be safe!"

After that, the guy ran away at turned, Rogue froze for a while, and then ran over. After a while, they arrived at a dilapidated and abandoned church, Rogue walked in, and there were many people sitting in it Some people have been injured.

"Who are you?"

A woman with a colorful pendant stands in front of Rogue, frowning and asking her, "I don't see your emblem, are you an outsider?"

"Insignia?"

Rogue glanced at them. Everyone had a number similar to the mark on the cheeks, which looked like a prisoner ’s mark. She snorted, tilted her head, and pointed to the devil on her neck Tattoo:

“I ’m not going to let humans print the prisoner ’s mark on me. I ’m different from you guys who are playing around with the third-rate goods. You are just a symbol of humiliation, and this, it represents that you ca n’t imagine Power ... let ’s say, who are you? What are you doing hiding here? "

She just had a big fight, and she was upset. The Mutant(s) in front of her was also hit by her muzzle.

She snorted, holding her shoulders in both hands, and looked at the defeated soldiers in disdain:

"If you say that you are hiding here to wait for the opportunity to kill, kill them by surprise, maybe I will respect you, but the question is ... is this really the case?"