"Hey, where's my stuff?"

On the snowfield, Logan hurriedly stopped the car, and he searched all over the car but couldn't find the injection that Professor X had taught him before leaving.

"Logan, if you feel dangerous, use this, it will temporarily suppress your mutant genes, but it's hard to say how long you can suppress it, after all, your situation is very special. ”

Logan still remembers the solemnity on Professor X's face when he left, and he felt that there was no reason for Rogan to forget where to put the needle down.

"Green ...... Green ......"

Logan turned all the green-colored stuff out of the car, and the best thing to do when he couldn't find something was to eliminate it.

Three minutes later, Logan had almost dismantled the 'snow four-wheeler', and a pile of debris was spread on a white, colorless snow.

It's just that Logan still hasn't been able to find the injection.

"It's over......"

Logan thought something must have gone wrong when he landed.

The important injection that could fool the Sentinel Robot was left behind.

"It's miserable, it's miserable......"

Without further ado, Logan, who knew the power of the sentinel robots, knew that without the means to avoid them, no mutant would be able to escape in a head-to-head confrontation.

Even Magneto, who is the ceiling of the mutants, can't, in fact, facing the Sentinel Robot if he doesn't have teammates to help him.

After all, making sentry bots is self-optimizing, for them a single method will work once or twice, but the third time they will become immune and can replicate that ability in a mechanical body.

By that time, what will the mutants who have fallen into the encirclement do but be tied up?

However, the fortunate thing is that neither Mandela metal nor self-healing can be copied by the Sentinels, so Logan was able to survive as a mutant who fought against the Sentinels (albeit one-sidedly).

"No, I'll have to go back and find it! it must be near the drop site!"

Without the injections given by Professor X, Logan knew that he would not have been able to complete this mission on his own, and he would not have been able to kill the sentinels at all, let alone fight his way out of the siege.

Hopping back into the car, Logan took a spin.

The rut marks stretched all the way to the horizon at the end of the field of view, and Logan slammed on the gas.

“Come_on！”

The four-wheeler was speeding through the snow, and Logan felt that he had no hope of making it to the location that Professor X had told him about before tonight.

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The airspace on the snowfield is very clear, and there is an inexplicable throbbing after standing under such a sky for a long time - I really want to stretch out my hand to this sky to see if I can catch a few clouds as expected.

If this is not the end of the world, this must be a good holiday destination, right?

Tilting his head, Mo Xie closed his eyes, he couldn't do anything now, and he didn't have the interest to regret how he had caused all of this now.

Remorse or anything was useless, and he had learned this kind of thing a long time ago.

Rather than wasting time on that kind of meaningless thing, it is better to think about the next way to live, after all, Mo Xie has not planned to kneel here.

"Whoa!"

A bucket of ice water poured down from the ground interrupted Mo Ye's thoughts, and this time he had closed his eyes a little too long.

"Old-man, it's not time to go to bed yet. ”

There were a dozen or so people who were left here to supervise Mo Ye, half of whom were white, and at this time, it was a yellow man in his forties who was holding a bucket that had just been emptied and mocking Mo Ye.

A bucket of ice water is just as cold as it comes from the hands of a yellow or a white man, but lifting the bucket is also a manual task, and this kind of thing is still left to the yellow-skinned people with relatively low status in the camp. At the same time, this is also an additional humiliation for Mo Ye, who is also a yellow race.

"Curse your complexion, if you were white you wouldn't have been treated like this, and not many Caucasian people in the camp had ever been eaten by mistake. ”

These were the words that Morgan had dropped in Mo Ye's ear before he left the execution ground, and his tone was full of mockery.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and if people are of different races, then racial discrimination and persecution will also come into being.

It seems to be a feud that has long been written into the depths of the blood, and there will always be a great rejection of people of different races from themselves. What happened in Africa, what happened in the Americas, may still be happening in some corners of the world at this moment, and the means of racial persecution will become more cruel in the context of the end times.

It's like in this camp, the yellow people who don't have powerful weapons around them have been reduced to what Morgan calls 'meat pigs'.

As long as this world is still this world, then this kind of thing will continue to do so.

Until one day the yellow race in the camp disappeared, until one day the cold all over the world took away all the heat in the world.

But should things really go according to such a script?

Anyway, Mo Xie felt that he couldn't accept such a plot trend, and he entered this mission world to break such rules.

"Escape with my brother, and if you can't, at least let my brother not have too much despair and sorrow in the last scene he saw before he died. ”

The cold of the ice water penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and at this time, Mo Ye was not stiffened in a single place, and in a trance, he heard someone whispering beside him.

"Mark?"

Mo Xie raised his head and used his gaze to wander around the range that could be searched.

He didn't believe that he would have such an illusion, because his resistance to illusion had been trained by Lin Ming for a long time.

Therefore, if no one said the words just now in reality, then it can only be the obsession left behind by the initiator of the top package task, and if that is the case, Mo Xie may be able to use the power of the task publisher.

"Oh, it looks like this guy wants another drink~"

A voice sounded behind Mo Xie, and then a glass of water poured directly down from Mo Xie's head.

It's a glass of warm water.

Mo Xie turned his head hard, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young man with black hair and black eyes.

The young man was holding a glass of water with a nonchalant expression, and his clothes were ragged like any yellow man in the camp.

Seeing Mo Ye's movements, the young man winked at him without a trace, and at the same time let out a subtle but real 'sizzle' sound through his teeth.

Mo Xie's heart moved.

"The road to heaven and earth, ......"

Feeling the warm water seeping into his hair and then sliding down his cheeks, the corners of Mo Ye's mouth unconsciously curved.