In an inconspicuous little bar in New York, it was filled with people in twos and threes. It seemed very crowded.
Although it was full, it was mostly because the bar was too small. Just over twenty people filled the small bar to the brim.
This was actually a gathering point for mutants in New York. A group of mutant citizens had spontaneously gathered together. Most of them were mutants like William: they had no special abilities and were harmless.
For example, William's mutant ability. He could make his pinky emit about five watts of light during the day. Moreover, this ability was only useful during the day when there was sunlight.
If there was no direct sunlight at night, his ability would not be effective. Therefore, other than using his finger as a light source to add light to his dark parts during the day when he took selfies, William felt that his ability was useless. It could not even replace the night light that guided him when he went to the toilet at night.
It would be good even if he had a flashlight that could be used 24/7. What was the point of limiting the light source to during the day? It would only be bright if there was light. It would not be bright if there was no light! Just listening to it made one feel like it was nonsense.
However, because William was a real mutant, it was not easy for him to find a job. In the end, he had no choice but to work as a taxi driver at night.
Most of the mutants gathered in the bar today were like this. Their lives in the ordinary people's world were not too good, but it was not too bad either. They had mutant abilities, but they were very strange.
For these people, life was like a ridiculous joke. There would always be a special turn when you didn't expect it. As for this corner, was it what you wanted? Life did not care.
William pushed open the door of the bar. The bar was filled with familiar faces.
"William, you're late." The person who spoke to William was a burly man with a rose and a skull tattooed on his arm. His name was Bob, but William preferred to call him Submarine.
This was because this guy's mutant ability was to breathe through his ears. William felt that he would definitely get otitis media in the future.
"Traffic jam." William walked to the bar area of the bar and said to the bartender, "Glue, give me a beer."
The bartender called Glue was a young man in his twenties. The reason why he was called Glue was because his mutated ability was to have very fine suction cups on both of his hands. He could firmly suck on anything that he grabbed.
When he had awakened, he had not made a sound. He had awakened while he was shopping with his girlfriend in a gold shop. Originally, the two of them wanted to see if there were any couple rings that they could afford, but all the rings were priced too high. Thus, the two of them could only leave helplessly.
However, the ability of glue had inexplicably awakened, so a platinum ring with diamonds had been stuck to his palm. The clerk thought he was up to no good and called the police. Just like that, the unlucky glue became a thief, which made me cry.
In fact, most of the people in the bar were like William, Glue, and Submarine. They were clearly harmless mutants, and their abilities were useless as well. But because the environment of the Mutants was not good, it caused their lives to be difficult.
"How have you been recently?" William asked the submarine while holding the beer delivered by Glue.
"Not good, not good at all. I sold my Renagi, "Submarine said unhappily. Under the skull tattoo on his arm, there was a line of small words. It was the name he had given to his Harley Davidson: Renagi.
William asked, "What's wrong?"
Submarine took a sip of beer. "I'm still short of five thousand dollars on the loan. If I can't pay within the time limit, the bank will come and close the house. Damn it, ever since I lost my job a few months ago, things have been getting worse and worse. "
Submarine had previously worked in a restaurant. Although he looked wild, Submarine was actually a chef. In the United States, chefs generally had a good income (referring to head chefs of a certain scale).
Originally, Submarine had been doing well in a restaurant that sold Mexican food. However, the old boss was old and sold the restaurant to a new boss. The first thing the new boss did was to fire Submarine because of the mutants.
When the new boss was in school, he often fought with his deskmate and never won. And that deskmate happened to be a mutant. So, he became a mutant and lived his life in darkness.
Was this considered taking out his anger on others? It should be. Although Submarine Bob did look fierce (and rode a Harley Davidson), this guy was actually a gentle and nice guy. For example, he was the most popular nice guy in the community where he lived.
Because every time there was a community dinner, Submarine would bring large portions of homemade burritos and meat sauce, as well as grilled corn fritters and mashed potatoes with meat sauce. Everyone loved to eat these things.
However, after losing his job, Submarine had a hard time because he didn't have much savings. After suffering for a few months, his savings ran out. In order to prevent his house from being foreclosed by the bank, he had no choice but to sell his Harley Davidson.
Fortunately, his neighbors in the community did him a favor and bought his Harley Davidson at a premium compared to the average second-hand Harley Davidson. Thus, he had more than five thousand dollars in cash to pay the bank bill and the loan.
William patted Submarine on the shoulder. "If, and I mean if. If you need help, I can lend you some cash, but it probably won't be too much. This past Christmas almost emptied my private stash. "
Submarine laughed. "Come on. You're a good father who saves money on cigarettes to buy toys for his children. How can I ask you for money? "Submarine finished the rest of the beer in one gulp.
Glue silently refilled Submarine's glass and interrupted, "Old Mamba just passed away a few days ago. He didn't have the money to buy insulin to control his diabetes, and he could only eat cheap junk food every day. He told me that he had enough money to buy health insurance. I don't understand why his health insurance doesn't care about anything. I persuaded him to go to court, but he said that no lawyer wanted to take his case. "
Glue's face was gloomy. "Because those lawyers don't want to ruin their reputations. Damn 'reputation'! "
William was silent for a long time before he cursed under his breath, "These damn days."
Submarine was also silent. After a long time, he said to Glue, "Can you get the news from China on your TV?"
The TV that Submarine was referring to was a 40-inch LCD TV that was hung in the corner of the bar to watch the news and football games. Every season (basketball, football, baseball), there would always be a lot of people in the bar to watch the game. Because many mutants couldn't just walk into an ordinary bar and watch the game with everyone.
Because if you did, you wouldn't know what the consequences would be. Maybe you will hurt someone else, or someone else will hurt you. So, most mutants — like William — wouldn't take this risk.
Glue thought for a moment. "I can probably only get CCTV4, that channel called Chinese International. I've never watched it. "
Submarine said to Glue, "Turn on this channel. We should see where our future lies. "
Glue said, "What?" He hadn't reacted yet.
William knocked on the table. "Haven't you heard? Tuvalu, a country of mutants! It was founded by a young mutant girl. She's now in China, and she's looking for China to endorse her. It's said that today is the day she'll announce some of Tuvalu's policies and the strategic agreement between China. Why else do you think I didn't drive tonight and came here to chat with you? "
"It's not just to drink. I want to know what's going on as soon as possible. Maybe this is a very important day for us. "
"She's going to build a home for mutants. A place to fight against discrimination against mutants. To be honest, life is really terrible now. I can still live with it. But I can't let my children grow up in this environment. "
"If Tuvalu is really as good as she says, I think I'll think of a way to see if I can immigrate," William said seriously.
Submarine also joked, "Yeah, I think if they like Mexican food, maybe I can be the first person to open a Mexican restaurant in Tuvalu."
Glue smiled and shook his head. Then he adjusted the TV to CCTV4.
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