The Mutant Registration Act did not have much effect in Gotham because other than the Devil's Gang's Mutants, it was a forbidden zone for Mutants. Only a small number of Mutants lived in seclusion in the city. They were not a major force, so naturally, it did not have much effect.
But when you entered New York City, which was directly affected by the act, you would see the consequences.
"To hell with the Registration Act!"
"We want human rights! We want to live! "
"We strongly object to unfair treatment!"
On the busiest street in Manhattan, groups of people flooded the streets, holding all kinds of slogans and walking around with great momentum. In Times Square, thousands of people shouted a mess of slogans and looked aggressive. There were men, women, old, and young in the crowd. At a glance, they were all filled with righteous indignation. Most of these guys were mutants, but the most amusing thing was that there were some ordinary people among them.
Yes, you saw it right! A law that was meant to protect the interests of ordinary people had attracted the opposition of ordinary people. Although you could say that they were a group of people who believed in fairness and kindness, you could not deny that from a higher point of view, these people had actually betrayed their own group.
At a time when the relationship between Mutants and ordinary people was getting more and more tense, they were undoubtedly traitors.
"So what are they opposing?"
Catherine pulled down the baseball cap on her head and turned to look at Erwin beside her. The little girl's face was full of doubt. "Is this action really effective? They are just venting their dissatisfaction, but I don't see any real action. Other than exposing their weakness, what else can it do? "
Erwin pushed up her glasses and said seriously, "Of course, your suspicion is correct.
"Of course, your suspicions are correct. No matter how you look at it, the so-called demonstrations are meaningless. Those who can change the direction of the policy won't pay attention to them. Those who pay attention to them are those who can't help the situation at all. To be honest, I don't know what's the point of such actions and why they're so happy."
"This is part of the thinking of ordinary people."
Felicity, who was wearing a slim-fit denim outfit, couldn't help but sigh. As an ordinary person, she said softly, "They are suspicious, but they do not act.
"They're good at suspicion but not good at action. They always think that they can be the core of the incident, but they're nothing. Oh my god, when I got used to your way of doing things, I realized how stupid this behavior is …"
"It's meaningless!"
That was Emma's comment. Clarice looked pitifully at her indignant compatriots. She pushed her sunglasses up and said to Catherine, "Don't worry.
"Let's leave this place. This is simply a waste of time."
Kathlyn nodded, and the group of people passed through the crowd under the guidance of the Devil's Gang members. They boarded the car and headed to the stronghold. Felicity sat in the back seat, holding a modified laptop in her hand. Her ten fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard. The lady in glasses had entered a working state with an indifferent expression. Her whole body exuded a strong self-confidence. She specialized in her own field. She was cut off from fighting, but the Artisan had given her another extraordinary talent.
Ding!
She pressed her fingers on the keyboard one last time and a smug smile appeared on her face. She then turned the computer to Catherine beside her.
"Found it!"
Catherine turned her head and looked at it. It was a complicated satellite map, which she naturally could not understand. Felicity then explained, "That's right.
Felicity explained, "They're hiding in the sewers of the Hudson River estuary. This is their current position. They haven't moved. Obviously, they're planning something."
"Very good!"
Catherine pulled the brim of her hat and whispered to Chas Chandler, who was driving, "Chas, turn around and go to the Hudson River. Erwin, you'll be the vanguard! Take them down in five minutes! "
After that, the little girl took out her phone and made a call.
"Santa, you can do it now. We'll be there soon after we're done here."
The other party didn't say much. He just gave a simple "Mm" and hung up the phone. Catherine put down the phone and took a deep breath. In the rearview mirror of the fast-moving car, her increasingly cold face flashed past.
The Hudson River estuary was the closest port to New York City. It used to be an industrial port, but in recent years, it had become a good place for sightseeing. Every day, tourists from all over the world boarded the cruise ships here to enjoy the scenery of New York.
But now, the entire city was filled with mutant demonstrations. The number of tourists in New York had decreased significantly, especially in some of the more violent areas. It was said that there were conflicts between mutants and ordinary people every day. The NYPD's entire police force had been mobilized, but some corners of the city were no different from battlefields.
Of course, there were some areas that they couldn't go to. For example, Hell's Kitchen, which was being built as a commercial center. It was said that many mutants had fled there, but the police didn't dare to cross the border to arrest them because the gangs that ruled there were very fierce.
At least, the police had never seen anyone with a Vulcan machine gun that could confront the heavily-armed police in New York. This new organization called The Devil Gang was domineering and unreasonable, but to be honest, they weren't a big problem because they had no interest in the streets outside of Hell's Kitchen. Even if they were only one street away, the police wouldn't be stopped by them when they went after mutants who had committed crimes.
Thump! Thump!
A faint knocking sound came from the sewers of the Hudson River Estuary. The city had underground water circulation systems that extended in all directions. The sewers built in the past were very wide and suitable for hiding in times of need. No one knew what kind of creatures lived in the huge sewers. Occasionally, some strange things would jump out of the sewers.
For example, a few turtles dressed like ninjas. Of course, those guys were recently preparing to move, so they didn't have much time to wander around at night.
"Who is it?"
The person hiding in the sewers was very vigilant and hid at the door with a weapon in his hand. He asked in a low voice, "Password!"
"Supreme Mutant!"
The tall and thin guy outside the door also replied in a low voice. The atmosphere at the scene was similar to the handover of some secret work. A moment later, the door was opened. The person who opened the door for him had two horns on his head. Obviously, he was also a mutant.
"Come with me, the leader is waiting for you!"
The guy whispered and turned to walk deeper into the sewers. The tall and thin guy didn't doubt him and followed the guy deeper into the sewers. After the last incident in New York, the members of The Brotherhood in various places fell into a state of division. It was not until Magneto's return that this division and separatism temporarily disappeared, but there has been a big reshuffle within The Brotherhood, and many areas have their own leaders.
A few minutes later, at the end of the dim sewers, the tall and thin guy walked into a tidy temporary housing area. In front of him were a dozen mutants, all of whom were doing their own things. Everything looked so normal.
"Ahem!"
He coughed softly and gathered everyone's eyes on himself. He whispered:
"I brought Magneto's order! He wants us to mix into the group of Marchers, find an opportunity to trigger a conflict between them and ordinary people, or find a way to enter the antidote distribution area in Manhattan and find a way to make a big fuss there. It's best if we can destroy that place! "
"So … Magneto means to send us to our deaths?"
A hoarse female voice interrupted the messenger's narration. She came out of the darkness. She had a slender figure, short wavy hair, and heavy circles under her eyes. Behind her, two pairs of dragonfly-like wings were folded there. This was Angel Salvador, a mutant warrior that Saber had met once before, and one of the leaders of The Brotherhood in New York.
But now, she was not in the right state. She had her left arm around her shoulders and a slender cigarette in her right hand. In the smoke, she walked towards the waiter and asked in a low voice:
"No backup, no follow-up plan, just let us make a fuss, is it the same as sending Plaice to her death and sending us to hell?"
"You … what are you talking about?"
The messenger couldn't help but take a step back. He asked, "Isn't Plaice living well? Didn't she betray The Brotherhood and join The Devil Gang? Did something happen to her? "
"Swoosh!"
A long whip-like thing came out of the darkness, grabbed the messenger's waist, and slammed him to the ground. He was dizzy, but just as he was about to jump up, Angel Salvador's high heels with sharp metal brackets pierced into his palm, and blood splattered everywhere at this moment.
The surrounding mutants also stood up silently and followed behind Angel Salvador. They surrounded the guy, and each of them looked unfriendly. In the darkness, another figure came out. It was one of Saber and Catherine's old acquaintances. He was short and had an average level, but his combat power in the water was very good.
He was one of the elders of the Mutant Brotherhood. He moved his fingers and walked out of the darkness. He grabbed the messenger's neck and whispered in his ear:
"Tell me, how did Plaice die?"
"I … I don't know!"
"Swoosh!"
His left ear was directly pulled off. Toad, whose eyes were bloodshot and angry, grabbed his head fiercely and shouted like a madman:
"Don't know! You f * cking don't know!! You f * cking don't know how my Plaice died? "
"Bang!"
The messenger's head was slammed to the ground. Toad, who was about to devour the messenger, pulled out a dagger from his belt and pointed it at the messenger's neck, which was already covered in blood. The elder of the Brotherhood had completely lost his mind at this moment. He gritted his teeth and said in the messenger's ear:
"Let Eric Lancel go to hell! He has already betrayed the promise he made to us. My best friend has become a pawn in his evil scheme. He was so easily sacrificed, just because of a f * cking alliance … Let him go to hell. "
"Let your brother go to hell!"
"Poof!"
A head with a frightened expression flew out of the corpse. Toad, who was covered in blood, staggered to his feet with a blank look on his face. Everyone in the team knew that Toad had a special feeling for Dorothy the plaice. The two of them had grown up together and were closer than siblings and purer than lovers. But now, Dorothy was dead. She had died in the conspiracy of her own people.
How could Toad not go crazy?
"It seems that you have made your choice."
Catherine walked out of the darkness of the sewers with her little The Devil Gang. She held a disc in her hand. It was data copied directly from the surveillance cameras in Wayne Forest. As Batman's base camp, that damned place was full of cameras. Felicity easily found the video of Dorothy's death.
Of course, the scene where she was pulled out of the darkness by Magneto Eric was not deleted. The leader who had vowed to give everything for the Mutants' cause eventually betrayed his oath.
She looked at the dozen or so silent Mutants in front of her. She was silent for a moment, then reached out to Angel Salvatore.
"Let's work together. I won't let you join The Devil Gang, but Dorothy is also my friend. In order to let her go in peace, I think we can work together for the time being."
Angel Salvatore did not speak. She silently finished a cigarette. She looked at Toad, who had lost his soul. Finally, she shook her head.
"I must be crazy to choose to work with you."
She reached out and held Catherine's hand. She looked at her and whispered, "Will you and your Saber Hawk become the second Eric Lancel?"
Catherine sniffed and shook her head stubbornly.
"No! We are much stronger than him! "
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