In a small and inconspicuous bar in New York, it was crowded with people.

It is said that it is full and it is crowded, but most of the time it is because the bar is too small. Just two dozen people packed the little bar.

It's actually a New York City mutant gathering point, a group of mutant citizens who have gathered spontaneously. Most of them are mutants like William: they have no special abilities and are not harmful.

William's variant ability, for example, is that he is able to make his little finger emit a light source of about five watts of LED brightness during the day. And this ability is only useful during the day when there is a solar light source.

If there is no direct sunlight at night, his abilities will not work. So apart from using his finger as a light source to fill in his shadows during the daytime selfies, William felt that his abilities were of no use. It can't even be used as a substitute for a night light to guide yourself when you go to the toilet at night.

Even if you have a flashlight that works 24 hours a day. What's the use of a light source that's limited to daytime? If there is light, it will be bright, and if there is no light, it will never be bright!

But because William is a real mutant, he doesn't have an easy job to find. In the end, I had to work as a night taxi driver.

This is true for most of the mutants gathered in this bar today. They don't live too well in the world of ordinary people, but they don't get too bad either. It has mutant abilities, but it's very bizarre.

For these people, life is like an absurd joke. There will always be a special turn when you are not expecting, and as for whether this corner overtaking is what you want?

William pushed open the door to the bar, and the bar was filled with familiar old faces.

"William, you're late. "The man who spoke to William was a big man with roses and skulls tattooed on his arms. His name is Bob, but William prefers to call him Submarine.

Because this guy's mutant ability is to breathe through his own ears. William felt that he would definitely get otitis media in the future.

"Traffic jams. William walked over to the bar area of the bar and greeted the bartender, "Glue, bring me a beer." ”

The bartender known as Glue is a young man, looking like he is in his twenties. It is called glue because of his mutant ability that he has very tiny suction cups on his two hands, allowing him to firmly suck anything he grasps.

When he woke up, he was silent, and it was when he accompanied his girlfriend to the gold store to go shopping. Originally, the two wanted to see if there were any couple rings that they could afford, but all the rings were overpriced. So the two had no choice but to leave.

But the glue's ability was inexplicably awakened, and a platinum ring with diamonds stuck to his palm was stuck to his hand. The clerk thought he was playing tricks and called the police. The unlucky glue became a thief like this, and it was all tears when he said it.

In fact, most of the people in this bar are the same as William, Glue, and Submarine. It's obviously harmless, and the ability is useless. But because the general environment of mutants is not good, it has caused difficulties in their lives.

"How's it going?" William asked the submarine with the beer delivered by glue.

"No, it sucks. I sold my Renagi. The submarine said sullenly. There is also a small line of writing under the skull tattooed on his arm, which is the name he gave his Harley-Davidson: Renagi.

William: "What's wrong?"

The submarine took a sip of beer: "Loan, I'm still five thousand dollars short." If you can't pay it within the time limit, the bank will come to seal the house. Damn, it's been getting worse and worse since I lost my job a few months ago. ”

The submarine used to work in a restaurant, and despite his wild appearance, the submarine was actually a chef. Chefs in the U.S. generally earn a decent income (referring to a chef in a restaurant of a certain size).

Originally, the submarine did a good job in a restaurant that served Mexican-style food. But the old owner got old and gave the restaurant to a new owner. The first thing the new boss did when he came up was to fire the submarine, and the reason was the mutants.

The new boss fought with his table mates in the era of studying, often fighting, and none of them won once. And that fellow sitter happens to be a mutant. So he became a mutant and went black all his life.

Can this be regarded as anger on others? Although Sub Bob does look fierce (and rides a Harley-Davidson), this guy is actually a gentle and good guy. For example, he is one of the most popular good men in the community where he lives.

Because at every community dinner or something, the submarine always brings a huge portion of homemade burritos and pâté, as well as baked corn shortbread and mashed potatoes with bolognese, which everyone loves to eat.

But after losing his job, the submarine had a hard time, because he didn't have much savings. After a few months of suffering, his savings ran out, and he had to sell his Harley to prevent his house from being taken by the bank.

Thankfully, his neighbors in the community did him a favor and bought his Harley at a premium higher than the average second-hand Harley. As a result, he was able to scrape together more than $5,000 in cash to pay his bank bills and loans.

William patted the submarine on the shoulder: "If, I mean if." I can lend you a little cash if you need help, but it may not be too much. This past Christmas was almost emptying my money. ”

The submarine smiled: "Come on." A good father who has to save money from cigarettes to buy toys for his children, how can I ask for money like you. The submarine drank the remaining beer from the cup in one gulp.

The glue silently refilled the submarine, and he interjected: "Old Mamba just passed away a few days ago. Because he has no money to buy insulin to control his diabetes, and he can only eat cheap junk food every day. He told me that he had enough health insurance to buy health insurance, and I didn't understand why he didn'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 reputation." Damn [Fame]!"

William was silent for a few moments before cursing in a low voice, "This is a damn day." ”

The submarine was also silent. After a while, he opened his mouth and said to the glue: "Can your TV receive Chinese news?"

The submarine refers to a 40-inch LCD TV that is hung in the corner of the bar to watch the news and ball games. During the season (basketball, football, baseball) there are always a lot of people coming to the bar. Because a lot of mutants can't swagger into a normal bar and watch the game with everyone.

Because if you do that, you won't know what the consequences will be. Maybe you're going to hurt someone else, or someone else is going to hurt you. So most mutants — like William — wouldn't take that risk.

Glue thought for a while: "Probably can only receive CCTV4, what is the channel called Chinese International." I've never seen it. ”

The submarine said to the glue: "Turn on this channel." It's time to see where our future lies. ”

Glue: "What?" he hadn't reacted yet.

William knocked on the table, "Haven't you heard about it? Tuvalu, a mutant nation! was founded by a young mutant girl. She is now in China, and she will ask China to endorse her. Today is said to be the day she publishes some of Tuvalu's policies and strategic agreements with China. Why don't you think I'm driving tonight and come here to talk to you?"

"It's not just about drinking. I wanted to know what was going on first. Maybe it's a very important day for us. ”

"She's going to build a home that belongs to mutants. A place against mutant discrimination. Seriously, life is really bad now, and I can live with it. But I can't let my children grow up in this environment as well. ”

"If Tuvalu is as good as she advertises, I think I'll find a way to see if I can emigrate. William was serious.

And the submarine jokingly said, "yes, I think if they like Mexican food, maybe I can be the first person in Tuvalu to open a Mexican restaurant." ”

Glue shook his head with a smile, and then adjusted the TV to CCTV4.

And the time seems to be just right, and the well-dressed President of Tuvalu, Katie, is appearing on the screen.