"Mr. President, listen to me, a very dangerous guy has appeared in New York. I have to send you away now!"
Nick. Fury stood in the presidential office of the White House with his hands behind his back. He had just flown back to the United States from Europe because of a very bad thing It can be said that it was extremely bad. This made the director, who was in a good mood recently, feel bad to the bottom, but there is no way. What should be done still has to be done, right?
In the face of Nick. Fury's toughness, the old president showed a face of doubt:
"Just because a guy appeared in New York? You're going to send me away? No, no, no, I won't go! I'm right here! "
His fingers drummed on the table as he said resolutely, "Don't worry.
"This is the White House, the symbol of this country, the safest place in this country, I won't go anywhere! Don't tell me you don't have the confidence to protect me? "
The Director of SHIELD shrugged.
"It's not a question of confidence, Mr. President. It's a question of whether it's necessary. He's not coming for you. I just think that the next situation will be very awkward, if you still stay in the White House."
He pondered for a moment and reached out to take out a ticket from his arms:
"I've arranged the schedule for you to visit Europe. Don't worry, Mr. President. The next thing will not affect you."
"Deng Deng Deng"
The old president still wanted to speak, and there was a knock on the door. A moment later, SHIELD agent Romanov walked into the office and said in Fury's ear:
"They're here... 2,000 people, and they're very powerful."
Fury nodded: "Where did they go?"
Romanov looked a little embarrassed. She hesitated for a moment and told the truth: "They went to the Delta Wing building... SHIELD's headquarters."
Fury deserved to be the director. When he heard the bad news, he still looked the same. He whispered:
"Then withdraw all the important staff, clear the seventh floor and let them make trouble."
"Won't that affect our reputation?"
Romanov was worried. Faced with Black Widow's worry, Fury snorted: "How can we protect our reputation when we are not strong enough? What's more, they are not the problem we need to pay attention to now. "
"But Coulson sacrificed himself!"
Black Widow's voice became enraged. "Died in their hands!"
Fury's expression remained unchanged. He clenched his fists behind his back, but his voice remained steady.
"No … he didn't die. He just went to carry out a … special mission."
On the other hand, New York's Fifth Avenue, the busiest street in the city, was still bustling as usual. People were walking to and fro, shoulder to shoulder. The Mutants' protest that happened before did not affect this place at all.
However, at 10 o 'clock in the morning, Saber, dressed in black, appeared at the entrance of Fifth Avenue. He strolled forward like an ordinary tourist, but behind him was a huge group of more than 2,000 Mutants.
At first, people thought it was the same parade as before, so they didn't pay much attention to them, but soon they realized that something was wrong.
This group did not have messy slogans, and no one shouted strange slogans. They just moved forward silently. Those at the outermost periphery were guys in black suits, sunglasses, and black devil tattoos on their necks. Their whole body exuded a cold aura, and it was obvious that they were not to be trifled with.
And this silence was accompanied by more and more people. Like a dark turbid current, they poured out from the entrance of Fifth Avenue in an instant, blocking the entire street.
From the characteristics of many of them, it could be seen that they were a group of mutants. They followed the yellow-skinned man at the front like the most loyal followers. The yellow-skinned man was very unfamiliar. Almost no one in New York knew him, but those who knew him knew that he was not someone to be trifled with. So, despite the murderous aura, no police officer came forward to maintain order at this time.
"F * ck the Mutants! Get out of our city! "
An abrupt voice sounded from the crowd on the street. Along with the voice, a half-eaten hamburger was thrown, and it landed right at Saber's feet.
He stopped and stretched out his left hand. The advancing group suddenly stopped at this moment. In the hearts of the onlookers, it was like a heavy hammer had fallen.
The timid guys had already realized that something bad was going to happen. They took the opportunity to run away, but more ordinary people stayed in place. Their curiosity drove them to see how things would develop.
Seiber looked around and walked towards the direction where the voice came from. Any normal person would instinctively avoid a bulky man who didn't look like a good person walking towards them. Thus, in the silence, Seiber saw a young man with short blonde hair and a pair of earrings. He was wearing trendy clothes and had an arrogant expression on his face.
He looked at Saber without fear, and there was even a hint of provocation in his eyes.
"Are you the one who shouted those words? You were the one who threw the food? "
Saber asked softly. The young man snorted and turned his head away, ignoring Saber's question. He seemed to be disdainful of talking to lowly Mutants. Saber wasn't angry. He just laughed. At this moment, his voice suddenly sounded in the air above Fifth Avenue, and it clearly entered the ears of every Mutant and ordinary person.
"You see, there are always a lot of trash in this world. They will mock you because of your clothes, because of your skin color, because of your race! If you don't respond to their insults, they will start to beat you up! If you don't respond to their beatings, they will take away everything you have! Finally, they will take your life and your last bit of dignity! "
"I live a simple life. If someone insults me, I will respond to them … in this way!"
Bang!
Saber raised his hand and slapped the arrogant young man in front of him into the air. He controlled his strength and didn't kill him. Instead, he let him roll in the air for more than ten times before finally landing on the spot where the hamburger had landed.
This scene made all the bystanders, not only the Mutants, but also the ordinary people cry out in shock. Probably no one in this city dared to use violence so recklessly in front of so many people.
On the spot, a few angry young men rushed out. However, before they could come into contact with Saber, they were viciously beaten up by the members of The Devil Gang. They dragged their bodies and threw them next to the first young man.
Saber walked in front of the young man. He squatted down and grabbed his hair. The slap just now was extremely vicious. If there were no accidents, this young man would probably have to rely on porridge to survive for the next two months.
"You see! I responded to his insults, and he is afraid! Take a guess, the next time he meets me, will he still be so fearless and rude? "
Saber's voice echoed on Fifth Avenue. "The next time they open their mouths, their cheeks will still hurt faintly. They will not dare to insult you again."
After that, he patted the young man's shoulder and pointed at the hamburger on the ground.
"Eat it, kid. It is shameful to waste food."
The young man looked at Saber with eyes full of fear. He could feel that if Saber used a little more force, his shoulder would be crushed. Was he a fearless hero? Could he still hold his head high under the oppression of violence?
No … he couldn't. He was just a hooligan, so he gave in. He opened his mouth and ate the food that was thrown away. His face was full of humiliation.
Saber nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at the few humans who were thrown aside. He coughed softly.
"Everyone, do you have any objections to my actions of protecting my dignity?"
One of the strongest guys among them was unconvinced. He roared, "You're not going to give up.
"Bastards! You bastards! You bastards who only know how to use violence! "
Bang!
In the next moment, a leather shoe kicked him in the mouth. Dozens of broken teeth flew everywhere. Blood splattered everywhere, and the timid passersby even screamed. Seiber looked at the scene calmly. He walked forward and listened attentively. He asked curiously, "What's the matter?
"What's going on? I just heard you. Do you have any objections? "
He turned his head and looked at the other people. Looking at the 2,000 people behind him, he shouted, "Let's go!
He shouted, "Did you hear his objections?"
Sergues wiped the blood off his shoes and shrugged. "No, I didn't! Boss, I didn't hear anything! "
Catherine sipped her milk tea and shrugged. "No, I didn't hear anything."
Erwin pushed his glasses up his nose bridge.
"He doesn't have any objections, boss. In fact, I think he agrees with our actions of protecting our dignity."
Saber shrugged.
"You see, it's that simple to maintain your dignity. I don't understand why you're so obsessed with this problem, but I believe that after my demonstration today, you'll definitely learn. If the first person laughs at you and you beat him up, there won't be a second person laughing at you."
"Don't be brainwashed by human etiquette. My compatriots … they said it themselves. We're mutants. We're … different from them!"
He didn't even look at the unlucky bastards. He walked forward and waved his finger in the air.
"Violence? Violence is a good thing. When you're humiliated, you have to use it! We're kind to others, but that doesn't mean we'll be bullied. If someone tells you that using violence to protect yourself is wrong, let him tell me! Let's see if he can convince me! "
The large group slowly moved forward. The unlucky bastards were thrown into the middle of the street. They could only lie on the ground and shiver among the 2,000 mutants. After being separated from the crowd, they didn't realize how weak they were. Yes, they were never as strong as they thought.
"Hey, buddy!"
A man dressed like a tramp squatted beside the young man who was eating a burger on the ground. He reached out and patted the young man's shoulder. The tramp said in a low voice, "Yesterday I was begging here, and you took all my money. You even threatened me that if I came again, you would break my legs. Now I'm here again, and guess what I've learned?"
A black bone spear shot out from the tramp's palm. He held it in his hand and whispered in the young man's ear.
"I don't need to be afraid of trash like you! I should have learned it when I was kicked out of school seven years ago. But it's not too late to learn it now, right? "
"Poof!"
The bone spear pierced the young man's palm and nailed him to the ground. The tramp didn't kill him. He stood up and moved his shoulders. He was no longer as timid as before. On the contrary, he was like a big shot. He swayed his body and followed behind the group of mutants. Sergues turned his head and glanced at him. His stern gaze made the young man feel a little uncomfortable. But soon, he raised his head and looked straight into Sergues's eyes.
"I want to join you!"
Sergues looked at the crying young man who was nailed to the road and looked at the bone spear in his hand. The bald man shrugged and put the juice in his hand.
"Then, welcome to The Devil Gang, kid."
The tramp cheered. He raised his hands high as if it was a festival. He looked at everyone on the street. Finally, he stretched out his hands like a gorilla and shouted at the passers-by whose eyes were full of fear.
"See? I'm a mutant! I'm the mutant you despise! It's you who made me afraid to go to school! "
His eyes were red. He vented his emotions loudly.
"But I'm not afraid of you anymore! Trash! I'm not afraid of you anymore! "
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