Otto Strucker Sr. believed that he had eliminated the mutant cells in his son's body, and his lifelong efforts were not in vain. Unfortunately, within a few years of good times, his son grew up, got married, had children, and started his own family.<
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Granddaughters and grandsons were born one after another. When he saw that their cell characteristics were the same as his parents, the sixty-year-old man was shocked.
After two generations, mutant cells reappeared. Although the cells have not yet reached the stage of manifestation, these cells have been studied for a lifetime, and some of their subtle characteristics all illustrate one thing.
Most of his own sons were not cured, but now it has been passed on to his grandchildren through genetics. Old Otto feels that his efforts of more than thirty years have been in vain.
The originally lax research work became tense again. It happened that Old Worthington had a narrow escape because his son, the mutant Worthington III codenamed 'Angel', was kidnapped by Stryker. His desire for his son became even more intense.
Investment in the research laboratory.
Old Otto has been working overtime today. He must not only find the common ground between himself and ordinary mutants, but also conduct more sophisticated experiments on improved inhibitors on this basis.
He drove back to the apartment alone in the car. He was already very old. If he didn't rest well and his head was dizzy, he wouldn't be able to do tomorrow's research.
Forcing himself to stop thinking, he passed by a convenience store and bought some milk and food to eat tomorrow morning.
When he passed a corner, he found a child whose face he couldn't see clearly huddled between two trash cans. The sound of Old Otto's footsteps as he walked by woke him up. When the child looked up, he happened to look at the old man.
Then the child quickly lowered his head and shrank himself into the trash can.
A little beggar, old Otto is not a Virgin, he doesn’t want to meddle in other people’s business.
After the New York War, in order to prevent foreigners from talking nonsense, the New York City government cleaned up the homeless people on the streets twice. It did seem a lot better at that time. Now, nearly a year has passed, the pain has been smoothed over, and a large number of homeless people have returned automatically.
When we got to the streets, the number was not less, but actually much more.
Old Otto took two steps forward, and what kept echoing in his mind was the child's sad and pitiful eyes.
He sighed. Although his forehead was in trouble, it was not to the point where he couldn't survive.
He turned around and walked back, taking out the hamburger he bought as he walked. This was the only way he could help.
"Take it and eat it." Old Otto handed the burger over, but the child's reaction was strange. Instead of taking it, he shrank his body inside again.
Huh? Huh! Old Otto, as an old man, is still caring. He thought that the other party was afraid of strangers, so he put the hamburger in front of the other party.
At this time, he felt a very strange force field surrounding him. As the son of the Fenrir twins, he was also a mutant, but he developed and injected inhibitors according to his own blood characteristics, even though he was from the institute.
The device couldn't detect that he was actually a mutant.
But when he was five meters in front of the child, something horrifying happened. The mutant cells in his body suddenly broke through the blockade of the inhibitory agent, and were then completely suppressed by another force field in less than half a second.
Go on.
Of course, Old Otto was not an Omega-level mutant. He had no understanding of the changes in the cells in his body, but he could feel the sudden change and a strange force that completely restored his mutant cells to normal cells. "Is this?" He raised his left hand to see his condition, but no matter how hard he tried, the ability he hated so much before seemed to have completely disappeared.
"Oh God!" Although he is not a genius in research, Old Otto has lived to be sixty years old, and the basic logical relationship can still be clarified. The child hiding in the trash can is a mutant, and he is a person with the ability to suppress the surrounding environment.
Super powered mutants.
Treasure, a gift from God, many praises came to Old Otto's mind. He wanted to take this child back to the Worthington Institute. Perhaps his blood is the medicine to remove mutant genes.
"Otto Strucker?" Just when old Otto was jumping for joy, he heard someone calling his name from behind.
He quickly turned around and saw several men and women with sinister temperaments and heavy makeup surrounding him at this corner.
Several people wore all kinds of messy jewelry, including nose rings and lip rings, like a group of street gangsters.
"I'll give you money, and leave quickly, or I'll call the police." This is not the first time that Old Otto has been robbed. Usually, this is a situation where money is lost to eliminate disaster. Street gangs also have their own rules and will not kill people easily.
"You are not an American. You are from Europe. Are there any barons among your relatives and friends?" Dickon Faith observed secretly for a long time. There was nothing unusual about old Otto. He felt that this guy should be an ordinary person.
, after all, people with super powers are not everywhere these days. If he is even afraid of a sixty-year-old man, he will have no shame.
After grasping the opponent's whereabouts, Dickon Faith personally went into battle to arrest him.
"Baron?..." Some of the Fenrir twins' letters, records, and diaries were in the hands of old Otto. He knew from clues that his ancestor was a German baron. In his opinion, this baron should have died long ago.
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He is sixty years old, his neck is buried in dirt, and his hair is white. He calls another person grandpa? It is completely impossible.
The question is, does his grandfather have any inside story? A group of street gangsters came to ask about his ancestors in the middle of the night?
Old Otto has spent his whole life doing research, and is definitely not as good at dealing with people as Dickon Faith, who lives on the streets. The subtle changes in his eyes were discovered by vampires.
"Haha, it seems you know this Baron, great, come with me." Dickon Faith slowly walked towards Old Otto.
"Don't come over here. If you come over again, I'll shoot!" The old man took out a pistol from his waist and pointed at Dickon Faith with a trembling wrist.
The vampires burst into laughter. They have sharp eyes and are very sensitive to breath. The old man used ordinary bullets. This pistol is not a magic-breaking weapon. Not to mention the vampire's power and speed, even if it is hit on the body, the muscles will be damaged.
Squeeze it out.
I have never heard of a vampire being killed by ordinary bullets these days.
Dickon Faith had been stimulated by Wanda and Quicksilver recently, and now he finally found a sense of superiority in old Otto. He pressed forward step by step, with the distance between the two sides less than ten meters, and he walked slowly inside. p>
Huh? The sudden strange force field made him feel a tremor in his cells. Before he understood what happened, Old Otto's gun rang out.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and a ball of sparks erupted from the muzzle of Old Otto's gun. As a researcher, he naturally had no good marksmanship, but the distance between the two parties was so close that it was impossible to miss.
Dickon Faith looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, his face full of disbelief.