Mexico was a typical mountainous country, and the capital was located in a highland area. The overall temperature did not change much, which allowed the country's agriculture to flourish. Corn was the country's most important crop, but this supposedly rich country had suffered a lot of misfortune. In fact, since the beginning of civilization, this land had never been peaceful.
After being ruled by the Spanish for more than 300 years, the overall culture of this place leaned toward European civilization. Unfortunately, the invaders left, leaving behind a land of continuous war. The United States, France, and internal dictatorship, these intricate reasons for war had disappeared in history. The only thing left was a land overrun with drugs. It could even be called one of the world's "sources of drugs".
At the peak of this illegal trade, it even accounted for two-thirds of the demand of drug addicts in the United States. The money came extremely quickly, and it raised a group of drug lords who could even fight against the government. Don't expect the drug lords to be very patriotic. The first thing they did when they earned money was to recruit people and consolidate their strength. Then, they would die in the hands of their opponents or their own people.
It was like a deformed circular event. From the moment it started, it would never end.
However, the drug addicts in the United States were very anxious recently because Mexico had started a f * cking war again. The price of the cute crystal powder was going to rise again. They thought that it would only be a small conflict that lasted for half a month, but they did not expect it to last for half a year. The worst thing was that this time, it was not a war between drug lords. No matter who won, it would not affect the price of drugs. This time, the side of the war was completely aiming to build a country, and they had zero tolerance for drugs!
For a time, the price of drugs in the major cities in the United States skyrocketed as if they had taken drugs. The drug addicts complained. Brother, this is a big problem!
If the drug addicts could not take drugs, they would even dare to kill themselves. Now that someone had cut off their source of happiness, how could they tolerate it?
Therefore, there were inexplicable demonstrations in the major cities in the United States, asking the government to send troops to quell the war in Mexico. However, no one cared about these Joker at all.
Because … they could not do anything about it.
"Seventh Recon Team! Step out! "
Following the command of the stern veteran instructor, 10 guys in military uniforms with rifles on their backs walked out of the formation. They looked like well-trained soldiers, but the problem was …
"Private Beckett! Take back your damn tail! "
The old mercenary from Hammer Industries helplessly shouted. The soldier whose name was called also helplessly put his rifle aside and stuffed his scaly tail back into his special pants. This action caused the surrounding soldiers to burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing at? You are also Mutants! Damn it! "
Beckett grumbled as he hugged his gun and followed behind the captain to accept today's mission. Then, he and his brothers sat in the new Humvee and rushed out of the military camp into the endless Gobi Desert.
Private Beckett looked at the fleeting scenery outside the window and couldn't help but touch the cold rifle in his arms. He thought of the past, which felt like a lifetime ago.
Like many Epsilon Class Mutants, Beckett was born in the slums of faraway London, England. His childhood did not need to be described too much. In short, he spent his childhood stealing, starving, and being beaten. Unlike the powerful and elegant Alpha-Class Mutants, the weak Epsilon Class Mutants had poor combat power, and most of them had mutated characteristics that could not be concealed.
It was normal for Beckett to have a slender tail. At least he only needed to hide his tail and he didn't need to worry about being recognized as a Mutant.
The scene that left the deepest impression on Beckett was when he was a child, hiding alone under a bridge in the city, looking at the rain that seemed to never stop. It was a difficult time.
"I say, Beckett, how did you come to Mexico?"
Deputy Captain Cromwell turned his head and asked. This guy was a strong black man, but he had two black horns on his head, just like the Tauren in a legendary game. He came from the countryside of Texas, where he had the elegant nickname of "Half Tauren". Cromwell inherited the optimistic nature of black people. Although he had been despised a lot in the past and was even almost killed, he still lived happily every day. Although he would occasionally patrol the edge of the battlefield with a gun, at least he did not have to worry about being robbed of his last burger.
Beckett shrugged lazily when he heard the deputy captain's question.
"I used to be a member of the Brotherhood's European branch. When the British ostracized the Mutants, I went to Canada and finally survived on Devil Island. Then I was thrown here. What about you? Cromwell, no one knows why you've come to Mexico. "
"Me …"
Cromwell held his gun and leaned comfortably against the window. Occasionally, he looked back at the military vehicle following behind. He whispered, "I admire Mr. Saber.
"I admire Mr. Seiber, and I came to Mexico of my own accord. There's a recruitment office for the Devil's Gang in Texas, and the person in charge there is a very nice man. He has a loud nickname, 'The King of Cards.' He's a powerful Alpha, and his wife is also an Alpha. Anyway, one day, I saw Mr. Seiber speaking on the street, and I ran to the recruitment office. They told me that we were planning to build a country, and asked me if I was willing to come, so I nodded."
"Ah …"
Cromwell took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, gave half to Beckett, and stuffed the remaining half into his mouth.
As he ate, he said, "This is probably the best choice I've made in the first half of my life. At least no one will throw rotten fruit at me here."
"You've had fruit thrown at you before, hahaha, you unlucky bastard!"
Beckett laughed and touched his head, where there was a terrible scar. "I was just beaten by someone, with a steel rod … Those human bastards drank too much and blocked me in the alley. They hit me with a rod. They thought I wouldn't resist, but I didn't let them have it easy!" Beckett laughed and touched his head, where there was a terrible scar. "
"Come on, Beckett, it's just a rod!"
Cromwell lifted his shirt, revealing the terrible knife marks on his waist. He grinned. "Have you been stabbed with a knife? Or was it when I was young? Those damn lunatics. They said I was a wizard, and if another mutant hadn't saved me, I would have died … I hate them! Beckett, I hate those humans! "
A flash of hatred flashed in Cromwell's eyes. Then, he breathed a sigh of relief and resumed his cheerful appearance.
"Mexico is a really good place. Remember the army we defeated the day before yesterday? A real head-on defeat! That feeling was great! Maybe it's called glory, and even if I die, there's still a pension … "
Cromwell snorted. "No one would give us a pension in the past. This country will definitely be built. When the time comes, we'll fight those arrogant Yangs again. Sooner or later, we'll teach them a lesson!"
"Speaking of which, Beckett, have you seen Magneto before?"
The conversation between Corporal Cromwell and the private quickly attracted the attention of the captain. The middle-aged man with a hideous bone spur on his back threw over two cigarettes and joined the discussion. He looked at Beckett and asked with a smile, "I heard that Magneto is a good leader.
"I heard that Magneto is also a good leader. I used to be in Professor Charles' faction, and I often followed some weird people to do demonstrations, but it was useless."
"Captain Gore, speaking of which, I've seen Magneto before."
Beckett took a puff of his cigarette and said excitedly, "It was when we were still in Canada. Mr. Saber rescued an Alpha from our side. My boss at the time was Riptide, also an Alpha. They had a big battle in Toronto and destroyed half of the city. Then Magneto personally came to our base and selected people to go after Mr. Saber."
He frowned and reached out to wipe his face.
"Magneto had wrinkles on his face and his hair was white. He wasn't so haggard at that time. When I saw him later on Devil Island, he was already very old. But anyway, Magneto was a good leader. At least in Canada at that time, no one dared to publicly humiliate the Mutants. Of course, he still can't compare to Mr. Saber now. After all, we occupy a quarter of Mexico."
"Hehe, I think so too. Mr. Saber became the boss after defeating Magneto in a 1v1. He must be more powerful!"
Cromwell laughed. He probably felt that the topic was a little strange, so the black man coughed and changed the topic. "Brother Gore, what are we going to investigate this time? Is it the drug dealer's camp again? "
"No."
Old Gore smoked and waved his hand.
"The higher-ups said that we won't be fighting in the next three months and have to leave time for the recruits to train. The four new commanders are very strict. The recruits who have just been sent over will have a hard time. This time, we're going to choose a barracks for them and then re-divide the quarantine zone. Maybe there'll be a month's vacation. We can go to Gotham or Star City to play. That's The Devil Gang's territory. No one will discriminate against us."
"I want to go home …"
Beckett yawned. "The place where we just landed is now under the management of the Mutants. I bought a house there. It's very cheap. Why don't you rest at my place during your vacation? It's said that some of the Mutants who were unhappy in Europe have settled there, hehe …"
As soon as Beckett's voice fell, thunder roared above everyone's head, startling everyone.
Cromwell subconsciously stuck his head out of the car window and looked up at the sky. The next moment, the Minotaur shouted.
"Gore, Beckett, come and see! The sky! The sky has split open! "
"Ka!"
The military vehicle stopped where it was, and the second military vehicle behind it also stopped. They jumped out of the vehicle and looked up at the sky. In the boundless sky, the original blue sky and white clouds had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a dark red storm of gloomy clouds. It circled around like an eye in the sky, mercilessly sizing up the world.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the dark clouds. In the middle of the sky, there was a flash of colorful light. In the surrounding clouds, there were flashing runes. Looking at the mountains, it was like a scene from the legends, or as if the gods were about to fall from the sky.
"Oh my god! What the hell is going on? "
Old Gore held the helmet on his head and shouted. He took out the car phone, but there was only a busy tone. Everyone looked up helplessly at the changing wind and clouds in the sky. When it was at its most violent, everyone could even feel the sky pressing down on them.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! "
Beckett felt his mouth dry. He hugged the rifle in his arms tightly. This cold weapon could bring him some peace at this moment, but the rare weather change came and went quickly. It lasted about 30 seconds before everything in front of them suddenly disappeared. The blue sky and white clouds hung in the sky again, as if the previous scene had never appeared.
"Gore, Gore, are we still going to move on?"
Cromwell shouted. Old Gore did not speak, but Beckett shook his head vigorously.
"No! Let's go back! Those runes … I've seen those runes … We have to report to the officer! I hope I'm not wrong … Odin above. "
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