Catherine returned to Gotham with the toxin sample as soon as possible. The Devil Gang left a few people in New York to observe the increasingly chaotic confrontation between the Mutants and humans. They also helped Toad and Angel Salvatore recruit some talented Mutants.
The Devil Gang is not a junkyard. They want everyone, but Catherine welcomes the Mutants who can follow the rules to live under The Devil Gang in Gotham. New York is hell for them anyway. Of course, if they don't know the rules, The Devil Gang will teach them the rules.
Another group of people, Coulson and Hawkeye, rushed back to the Delta Wing building with the captives and some secret items. Nick Fury spent more than half a month on the internal review work, but it was completed by an accident with Coulson. This is really a big breakthrough for SHIELD's internal investigation.
Of course, they only caught a clue. It will take a long time to find the real boss behind the scenes. But in any case, having a clue is much better than having no clue at all.
But now, let's look away from Saber and SHIELD and put it on another character that we have almost forgotten.
Pixie was wearing a long windbreaker. In New York, the weather was not cold, but she seemed to need warmth. She hugged her shoulders with both hands, just like a person trying to survive the long night in the snowfields of Canada a few years ago. Compared with the simple hunger and fear at that time, the loneliness and despair now are obviously more difficult to endure.
The years in Gotham have brought about an undeniable change to the girl. In front of her blonde hair, there was a strand of white hair mixed in. It was not strange, but had a special charm. In addition, the little girl's appearance was absolutely excellent. Her body was curvy, and when she walked on the road, she always attracted a lot of ambiguous gazes.
But Pixie just walked in silence. She walked on the street that had become very dead because of the demonstrations. She carried the bag that Shason threw to her. There was enough money for her to live independently and some clothes to change, enough for her to travel the world. But the problem was: the girl didn't want to go anywhere.
She was just like a zombie, stubbornly moving towards the place where the "mutated disease antidote" in Washington was distributed.
"Is it worth it?"
This question once again surfaced in her mind. This was the umpteenth time she had considered this question in the past few days. She was already tired of it. She covered her ears with both hands and shook her head vigorously, as if she wanted to use this method to throw this question out of her mind.
She forced herself not to think about it because she was afraid that the next moment, she would turn around and step onto the train back to Gotham. The further she was from that place, the more she felt that she had made a wrong and foolish choice.
Longing was a poison that had seeped deep into one's bones and was impossible to eradicate.
"Hey, little beauty, wanna go on a date?"
Just as Pixie picked up a lady's cigarette and leaned against the corner of the wall, exhausted, trying to calm himself down, a few people with gaudy clothes and messy tattoos, who were obviously high on drugs, walked out from an alley nearby and surrounded Pixie with a strange smile on their faces.
One of them stretched out his hand and placed it on Pixie's delicate chin, smiling evilly with an anxious look on his face.
"Do you want to play with us?"
Pixie's train of thought was interrupted. She looked at the reckless people in front of her with clear eyes. These people would not dare to approach her in Gotham. The Devil Gang had given them enough of a deterrent, so they would only stay as far away as possible.
And these drug addicts in front of her were arrogant, conceited, stupid, and disgusting. Was this the normal person she wanted to be?
Was this the group of people she dreamed of joining?
Was she crazy?
"Okay!"
Pixie nodded expressionlessly. She reached out and rolled up her sleeves, revealing the devil tattoos on her arms. She shook her neck, revealing the bloody devil's head on her neck. She held the lady's cigarette in the corner of her mouth and walked into the alley. She turned around and threw a flirtatious look at the dizzy guys.
"Come on, handsome guys, I'll let you have your fill."
The addicts who were high from the marijuana glanced at each other and saw the excitement and joy in each other's eyes. Their instincts had been completely destroyed by Poison X, so they didn't realize the hidden danger. Following the lead of the first guy, they impatiently followed Pixie into the alley. Some of the more impatient ones even started to take off their pants.
Pixie stood there, her perfect figure on display. She threw the cigarette to the side and exhaled. She reached out and took off the black gloves she had been wearing. A sinister smile appeared on her face.
When you're troubled, you always need a way to vent. Maybe it's time to learn from Boss Saber's method of venting. It's said that violence always makes people happy.
Three minutes later, the last drug addict ran out of the alley like a madman. The fear on his face was as if he had encountered a crazed beast. It was as if a tiger was chasing him from behind. He let out a terrified cry, but the moment he was about to step out of the alley, a slender figure appeared behind him and placed a pair of almost perfect fingers on his shoulder.
Pixie felt the unique warmth of life from her fingers. She let out a comfortable moan. Her cheeks blushed. She reached out and lifted the drug addict who had collapsed on the ground. Her face was cold as her fingers slid across his rapidly aging face. She looked at the wrinkles that quickly appeared on the addict's face and the rapidly growing white hair on his head and chuckled.
"Why did I run? Am I not cute? Did I not make you guys feel good? "
Pixie asked softly. In the eyes of the drug addict, her smile was no different from the devil's. The poor guy screamed like a castrated tenor. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Phew!"
The girl casually tossed the half-dead man into the alley behind her. He was considered lucky. His companion had already set foot on the road to the Yellow Springs while his blood splattered everywhere. At least he still had his life intact.
Pixie took out a mirror from her pocket and placed it in front of her eyes. She wiped away the last drop of blood on her cheeks with her fingers. She looked at her lips, which were getting redder and redder, as if she had drunk a lot of blood. She looked at her own eyes, which were filled with confusion and helplessness. She said softly, "
"It's just a small mistake. Indulge once in a while."
She closed her eyes and put the mirror back into her pocket. She murmured to herself, "I'm sorry.
"It's time to make a decision, Annamarie. Don't let yourself look down on yourself!"
Fifteen minutes later, Pixie sat in the back seat of a taxi. She looked at the noisy square in front of her. Two groups of people were madly confronting each other. It looked as if they were about to fight a group of over two thousand people. She looked at the driver in confusion and asked:
"Are you sure this is the place?"
"Of course, I'm sure. I've sent at least 100 people here in the past two days! By the way, my name is Du Peng. "
The young Indian driver turned around enthusiastically and said to Pixie: "Most of them are Mutants, and a small number of them are ordinary people. Speaking of which, are you also a Mutant, ma'am? To receive that kind of drug injection? "
Pixie hesitated for a moment, then nodded:
"Well, yes."
"Oh, that's too bad."
The Indian driver shrugged and said very familiarly: "Actually, I don't understand. Why do you want to give up your identity and become ordinary people? What's so good about the life of an ordinary person? Look at me, I'm still trying to improve myself and become Mr. Deadpool's real assistant. "
He spread his hands, slowly parked the car on the side of the road, and said to Pixie: "The life of an ordinary person is boring. After occasionally coming into contact with Mr. Deadpool, I feel that my previous life was meaningless."
"But at the very least, you will be able to enjoy everything you deserve, without having to pay any damn price!"
Pixie retorted: "You don't need to be regarded as freaks by others, and you don't need to live with blame! You can't understand our pain! "
"Pain?"
The Indian driver snorted and turned off the taxi indifferently. He said slowly: "Do you think I will enjoy this kind of life where I have to work 16 hours a day to support myself and my family? Do you think that I will carefully savor any kinship or love when I don't get any respect? "
"Come on!"
He danced and said, "I've been in love with Jima for four years, but Banto can take Jima away from me just because he has money. Then tell me, how much is your so-called love worth?"
"Ordinary people, we, we ordinary people have to pay a lot just to survive. This is something a child like you can't see at all! Is it hard to be regarded as a freak? Is it hard to be blamed? Damn it! "
The taxi driver couldn't help but pat the steering wheel and said:
"Yesterday, I sent an indifferent guy in a military uniform from the airport to the East District of New York. He didn't say a word to me along the way for two hours. He didn't care about everything I said at all. It was as if I was a dispensable piece of trash … So tell me, little girl, is it hard to be blamed? Or is it harder to live a lowly life like us without dignity? "
"Don't be silly. In my country, people are naturally divided into many classes. When I was a child, I thought the same as you. I thought that my bloodline was preventing me from getting a better life, but it's not! It has nothing to do with race, it has nothing to do with bloodline! "
The Indian driver sighed and snorted: "If you can't get what you want when you're a mutant, you can't get it when you become an ordinary person. These things have nothing to do with your identity. If you think it's only your race that's hindering you, it only means that you've lived like an ostrich. You've never fought for what you want at all … The fare is 35 yuan and I'll charge you 36 yuan!"
Little Mischievous stopped talking. The taxi driver was very direct and merciless. His words were like a slap to Little Mischievous's face. However, looking at the driver's cold expression, he probably didn't want to talk anymore. Little Mischievous took out a hundred dollar bill and stuffed it into the passenger seat beside him.
She opened the door and whispered:
"Thank you, but I think I should have my own thoughts."
Just after she took a few steps, the driver suddenly rolled down the window and shouted at her:
"Hey, little girl, do you know what you look like now? You're like a child who ran away from home. You know you're wrong but stubbornly refuse to turn back. But trust me, your family won't abandon you because of this! Trust your family and friends. Don't be stupid anymore. Don't hurt yourself! Don't hurt them! "
"Turn back while you still can!"
Little Mischievous didn't even turn around as he waved his hand. In front of him, tears dripped down her cheeks. She thought about the falling out between her and Catherine in the heavy rain in Gotham City. She thought about what Boss had said to her. She thought about Xia Sen's cold face when he left. All these images intertwined together. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her heart twitched painfully at this moment.
"Thank you, Du Pender."
"But … I've hurt them. I can't turn back."
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