"There are missing zombies at four o'clock, and the seventh team will go to wipe them out."

"Team Seven received it."

"Reported, Ander Bio asked us to assist in catching live zombies."

“No.”

"There is an alarm in the wiring center, and the mutant animals appear near the city center!"

"Mutual animals? Damn..."

...

Various conversations in the headphones were endless, accompanied by loud gunshots, showing what was happening outside the city at the moment.

However, the one who listened to these voices was not the Atlanta police or Secret Service agents, but the leader of the Atlanta Mutant Underground Organization, John Prodsta.

At this moment, he was driving a cargo truck cautiously on the road in Atlanta night.

Next to him was a serious bearded Marcos. In the car behind him, there were a group of mutant compatriots.

Yes, they are currently moving their positions.

Although no one is sure that the parrot's words are true or false, these mutants who have struggled to survive and are hiding in the dark do not dare to take risks. So after learning about the emergencies in the Auckland Cemetery, they immediately made a decision to start "moving".

"Should we notify the invisibility and temporarily interrupt the delivery of compatriots?"

Marcos beside him thought about making this proposal. John pursed his lips and finally nodded, so the other party started calling.

This decision will inevitably cause many mutants who come to ask for help to be isolated, but in order not to be exposed, this is the only way-

Although mutants have the right to survive in this country, they have been severely excluded in recent years.

As a mutant, most hospitals in the United States will not accept treatment.

There are also school, jobs, etc.

This also caused many mutants to take risks due to various difficulties. However, if you really do this, even if you steal a candy, you will be severely arrested by the Sentinel Special Service and then sent to the mutant prison.

Therefore, mutant underground organizations emerged.

They cannot bear the suffering of being alone and alone, so they can only join forces to keep warm. In fact, not only Atlanta has such an organization, but also other cities in the United States.

Even in a city, it is very likely that more than one mutant underground organization is. It’s just that they are usually used to hiding and have no understanding of other similar organizational forces at all.

However, a single mutant is enough for the official target, let alone a group of mutants gathered together.

The official pursuit of variant organizations has always been serious.

Therefore, when there is any disturbance, they must be careful.

It was simply because of the various super abilities that mutants possessed. Under a large number of official searches, they were not unable to resist.

For example, with the help of a mutant in the organization with computer-related capabilities, they successfully connected to the Atlanta police radio station and quietly eavesdropped on it.

The purpose is naturally to better transfer positions to protect the escort. After listening for a long time, John and the others suddenly realized that all the defensive forces in this city seemed to be attracted by the suburbs...

This is something to be happy about, but as a former American soldier, John is still worried.

"What the hell happened in Atlanta? Why is this time so chaotic?"

"And, what exactly is that parrot that warned us?"

"How does it know we will be exposed? How did it come to the door?"

Everything is as untouchable as a fog.

John's ability is physical strengthening and foresight, but at this moment he is completely confused like others.

No one would have thought that the initiator of all this was the young "mutant" who looked very irritable when they had contacted.

...

The move of mutants is just a trivial matter, but Shire can still gain some power of fate from them. Perhaps because the mutation is different from normal people, they provide more fate.

But for the moment, Charles has no time to pay attention to this.

At this moment, he was teleporting in various locations in the city under the cover of dawn night.

Every time he chooses a place, the spray he is holding will start to work, and patterns that look similar to lines and stick out tongues on the surfaces of walls, passages, street lamp poles, etc. are drawn.

The mark of lie.

No one would have thought that before the large group of zombies were completely calmed down, another hidden danger began to grow quietly.

...

Atlanta officials obviously wouldn't guess that someone was preparing for another "terrorist attack". After the operation of Shire was completed, they had just completely wiped out the huge, tens of thousands of dead people.

At this moment, countless logistics personnel were cleaning the battlefield, and there were also many riot policemen blocking the large number of people coming from the news. Although it was dawn now, the crisis was lifted and the people's curiosity was scratching their heads.

The bald agent was standing in front of an explosion-proof vehicle on the edge of the battlefield. After talking to his wife, he glanced at the many people outside the cordon and shook his head helplessly.

"How is that Colanston? Have you found any useful information?"

He looked at a subordinate who was coming in front of him.

Although most people were attracted by the dead bodies in front of them, they did not give up their original work. They just reduced the number of people.

"No news." The subordinate replied.

"What about the Mutant Base? And which phone number?"

"The owner of the phone is indeed from the mutant base. But because of insufficient staff, we did not dare to act rashly, so..."

"So?" Agent Turner had a bad feeling when staring at the strange-looking subordinate in front of him.

"It is indeed the base of the underground organization, but they ran away while they were in the chaos."

Bald Agent: "..."

He now has the urge to curse, and just thinks about giving the other party a few kittens, so it is hard to say anything.

I want to blame, but I can't say it.

After all, there must be some dangers in the underground organization of mutants.

Most of the armed forces in Atlanta were led here, and even if the person in front of him could seize the opportunity, he would not have any effect.

Instead, it may take a life.

So in the end, the agent just sighed, raised his hand and patted the other person on the shoulder, and said nothing.

Just as he was about to return to the city and then go home from get off work, a special police officer wearing a black explosion-proof suit rushed to him.

"Sir, someone from the organization is coming. Director Stephen asked me to call you over."

"Above?" Agent Turner's heart moved.

The Sentinel Secret Services in major cities are usually responsible for handling common mutant incidents, and the only one that can be called above seems to be the only US Department of Mutant Security, which manages mutants across the country.

Has Atlanta attracted the attention of senior American officials?
Chapter completed!