"Go! Go quickly!"
On a street in Queens, several mutants were running away in a panic.
Behind them, several people holding pistols were chasing them.
Those gunmen are not extremists, nor are they thugs who take advantage of the situation.
They are ordinary people, ordinary people who have to take up weapons in order to survive.
Several mutants who were driven out of their homes dodged the bullets shot from behind, and they were not as powerful as the X-Men.
They are just one of the ordinary mutants.
Among them, the most powerful ones can only use their sound to smash the cup.
Bullets are still fatal to them.
"sorry!"
Just as these mutants rushed to the other side of the street and were about to get rid of the ordinary people behind them, a roaring roar sounded around the corner in front of them.
A man holding a pistol and wearing a baseball cap suddenly rushed out.
While shouting sorry, he shot at the panicked mutant in front of him.
The attack came too suddenly, leaving the running mutants with no time to dodge.
A girl was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground, groaning in pain, while other mutants stopped.
They protect their injured compatriots.
In front of them and behind them, guns surrounded them.
"You guys are crazy!"
Old Stan, who was driving here, saw this scene.
The old man opened the car door angrily, rushed out of the car with his cane, and he and the guys in his shop rushed to the helpless mutants.
The old man with brown sunglasses shouted at the gun-holders:
"They didn't hurt you at all! You believe what that lunatic said? Killing innocent people can't change anything!"
Several ordinary people holding guns didn't speak.
They looked at me, I looked at you, and after a moment, they raised the gun in their hands and pointed it at the mutant who was unable to resist.
The clown spread rumors in the city, saying that 900,000 people would be randomly selected from the city and killed.
Unless the 2-hour countdown ends, 50 heroes or 500 mutants are killed.
This is a very sinister and vicious intention.
No sensible person would believe this nonsense.
But the countdown of the screens on the streets and alleys and the beating of the TV at home will pluck the increasingly anxious heartstrings in every minute and every second of the beating.
There is no longer a beam of light in the sky, but as long as the damn ship is still there, the heavy pressure will continue to be pressed into people's hearts.
There will always be cowardly people being crushed.
Then, under the urging of fear, do terrible things.
"sorry."
The attacker with a baseball cap turned his head and pulled his finger to the trigger, saying incoherently:
"We are not bad people either, we have never done bad things... but we have families and we have no choice..."
"You have family, don't they?"
Old Stein, like an old lion, leaned on a cane and protected the injured girl.
He looked at the black muzzle in front of him, and he gritted his teeth and shouted:
"If you want to survive, should they die?"
"So what if you kill all the mutants in this city? Do you think that lunatic will let us go?"
"Don't be stupid! I'm not a mutant, I'm just an ordinary person, but I also know how ridiculous it is to believe a lunatic!"
"Listen to me! Don't continue to make mistakes!"
The shout seemed to wake up several gunmen.
They are actually very hesitant.
Who knows whether that lunatic clown will keep his promise?
Moreover, killing people... This is far from being as simple as eating and drinking water for ordinary people.
"Time is passing, friends!"
In the supermarket window by the street, the disgusting sound of the clown sounded from the dozen TVs there again. He pointed to the time that was beating on the screen with an exaggerated expression.
He said:
"It's been 20 minutes... haven't you made up your mind yet? Oh, I get it, you're waiting for supporters, and you still think someone will come to help you, right?"
The next second, as the screen rotates, the projection is converted outside the city, and a mobilized National Guard is entering the city.
"Let me give you some more pressure and help you make your choices."
"Come on, my dear."
The voiceover of the clown sounded on the screen.
The next moment, in the live broadcast screen, a beam of light falling from the sky hit the heads of the troops entering the city.
After the light column dissipated, the army of hundreds of people had been severely damaged. Three armored vehicles were destroyed by the light column. On the ground with smoke, the injured soldiers were wailing.
"I think this is enough to make you determined, friends. If you still don't act!"
The clown's voice became cold:
"I'm going to give you some 'punishment'."
The picture turned again, and an apartment building was trapped in the locked target.
The next moment, a dazzling beam of light hit, but it hit the grass in front of the apartment building, bursting out a large pit of soil splashing everywhere.
If the light column is a little more biased, the building will be killed together with everyone in it.
This is a demonstration and a warning.
"Don't hesitate, ordinary people, kill those superhuman freaks. Are they very good to you? Why should we protect them so persistently?"
"Please remember..."
"Your killing is to protect your compatriots, protect your relatives, friends, you are doing the right thing..."
"It's not long. In 20 minutes, I will 'remind' you again!"
"Bang"
The projection of the broadcast dissipated at this moment. In the main control room downstairs of the Trident Building, the clown, who once again threatened the city, plucked his hair and threw away the microphone in his hand.
He tidied up his collar and said to the others around him:
"Okay, let's run away quickly, we can't stay here anymore."
The guy grabbed the golden apple at hand and said in a terrifying tone:
"The terrible Superman may rush in the next moment and brutally break our necks."
"Are we leaving like that?"
The clown girl was carrying a circus sledgehammer and asked in surprise:
"Don't you continue this game? Dear, once you leave here, Hydra will take back the main console, and your threat to the city will fail!"
"right."
The clown grinned and he said:
"They will take back their big toys, and those guys with brain problems won't hurt innocent people..."
"But the interesting place is here. People in the city don't know this... People nowadays are very stupid, they will believe in everything..."
"Especially this kind of life-related matter."
"They only know that there are crazy boats above their heads that will shoot bullets at any time, they only know that they may die in the next moment, and that constant fear will crush them and drive them to do terrible things..."
"Human nature, hehe."
He smiled disdainfully, then pointed his finger at the top of his head, and he said:
"We no longer need the stupid thing on our heads. What I want to do is done..."
"Next, we go to the last place and return the freedom to the cute intelligent robots."
"Oh, the flower of sin has been watered by fear, and it will bloom and bear fruit soon... The first innocent dead will appear, hatred will spread, and blood will activate revenge!"
"Go to the harmonious coexistence of tm, go to the integration of tm into civilization, fight! Fight..."
The clown walked out of the underground control room under the escort of the controlled heroes, while waving his arms madly:
"Everything should return to its most primitive appearance, hate each other and kill each other. This is what this world should look like!"
"By the way, don't forget to destroy the information center. Only games that are kept in the dark are interesting."
The clown who entered the elevator turned around and looked at the clown girl who had become silent behind her.
He didn't notice the trace of entanglement and unbearance flashing in Harley's eyes, he said:
"Speaking of this, my dear, don't you think this city is becoming more and more like our hometown Gotham?"
"Smell it, the chaotic smell emitted from the air..."
"I've started to like it, really!"
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"Click"
On the streets of Queens, the mutants and assailants surrounded by gunmen watched the pictures on the street TV in full.
The old Stan, who was protecting the young man, sighed.
He felt the change in the attitudes of the hesitant gunmen around him.
What the clown did stimulated them, and the shadows and fear of death had already enveloped them.
They were frightened and it was difficult for them to calm down and think.
"You saw it too!"
The gunman with a baseball cap gritted his teeth, his eyes reddened at the mutant in front of him, and he said:
"That madman is forcing us, we have no choice..."
"Sorry, we really have no choice."
His fingers were trembling, and he was incoherent, and he pointed his gun at Old Stein in front of him, and he said:
"You are not a mutant, old man, get out of the way! I won't hurt you, I just know..."
"Don't think about it!"
The guys around Old Stan were silently moving away, but he himself gritted his teeth and spread his arms to block the young men.
The stubborn old man said:
"I've been on the battlefield, I've fought the *** devils, and I've fought with the heroes..."
"You guys can't scare me!"
"Bastard! How much energy and time have those people spent to eliminate the hostility between mutants and humans, but you have to provoke it with your own hands..."
"You are all a bunch of idiots, I won't allow you to do this!"
"You're a human! Bastard!"
Another gunman walked forward, he pushed Old Stan, and he shouted:
"If we don't kill them now, we will die..."
"You should stand on your fellow countrymen's side!"
"Don't be stupid!"
Old Stan, who had been punched several times on his face, waved his cane and knocked the gunman back, and he also roared and shouted:
"You are also a racist idiot? Open your dog's eyes and look at it! We are no different from them!"
"Bang"
While they were arguing, someone had already fired.
The bullet flew across the injured girl's hair, making her scream, and the other mutants began to call on their abilities and prepared to fight back.
No one wants to die!
A conflict is about to break out.
"Enough!"
The roar sounded at this moment, and Wolverine Logan, wearing a black and yellow combat uniform, jumped off the roof.
He blocked his compatriots, blocked the bullets shot for them, and then knocked the gunmen to the ground as Mars splashed.
But they didn't kill them.
"This city is already in chaos! Everyone, stop causing trouble."
Logan reached out and hugged the injured girl in his arms, and he left with these mutants.
After taking a few steps, he turned around and looked at the desperate ordinary people.
Then he looked at Old Stan again, and Old Stan widened his eyes, he pointed his finger at Logan, and he said:
"You are...Logan! I've seen you! In the Rhine, you are a member of the Roaring Commando! You also gave me a cigar!"
"I don't have any impression of it, I have a bad memory."
A trace of entanglement flashed across Logan's face, and he glanced at the situation around him.
He said to Old Stein:
"We built defenses at Xavier Mutants Academy, which can resist the volleys of those motherships."
"If you want to take your family to take refuge, we welcome all innocent people...but don't bring weapons!"
"Tell more people this news..."
Logan reached out and patted Old Stein on the shoulder, and he said:
"Brother, what you said just now is very good. We shouldn't be foolish in killing each other."
The overwhelmed gunmen took Logan's power and dared not refute it.
They watched Logan leave with a few mutants, and they looked at each other.
"Go tell others about this."
Old Stan, who had just been punched a few times, waved to Logan. He turned around, snorted, and said to the others:
"You guys, go and take their relatives over and meet up here. We go to the mutant place to take refuge... don't bring weapons, don't do stupid things!"
“I have a truck.”
The man wearing a baseball cap suddenly said:
"It's used to transport goods, it's a bit dirty, but it can carry a lot of people...I can drive it out."
"Then why are you still standing there?"
Old Stan looked at the other people, waving his crutches and shouting:
"Action quickly! Don't you want to live anymore?"
The shout made others wake up, and they immediately turned around and rushed towards their neighborhood.
After the others left, the man with a baseball cap looked back at Old Stan, and he said with some guilt:
"Thank you, brother, if it weren't for you...we, we almost..."
"That bastard's fist is so heavy, but that's nothing."
Old Stan touched the bruises on his face, and he looked at the city covered in chaos with a little dazed, and the old man whispered:
"Oh... look at all this in front of me. It makes me feel like I'm back on the battlefield, but it's much worse than the battlefield."
"We can't wait for others to come and save us."
Old Stan waved to several guys in his shop and asked them to drive over. He turned his head and said to the man with a baseball cap:
"We have to save ourselves. But don't be afraid, there will definitely be someone who will stand up to stop all this, I know."
The old man snorted and said:
"There will definitely be someone breaking this darkness..."
"Heroes will appear at this time and become the beacon to illuminate the darkness. We must be full of confidence in them."
"A person like the clown is not afraid at all. Believe me, he will fail..."
Chapter completed!