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The fat man also returned to the passenger seat, and a bag was thrown at me early.

I fumbled around and pulled out the soy milk.

It's salty, and it's wrong every time.

I sighed and said, "What's next?" ”

The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, I'll take a look." ”

The fat man took out his mobile phone and pressed it wildly and said, "I took a C-type mission to go to the slum to check on mutants." ”

"Another life-wasting task?" I said.

"Not for your safety?" said the fat man with a smile.

。。。

Fat Man is my second partner.

My first partner was named Franklin.

At that time, I was Franklin's assistant.

The things in charge are similar to those of the fat people now.

Give Franklin the task.

There are usually three categories of tasks: ABC classes.

Mutants are only classified as threatening or not.

The distinction is more straightforward, as long as it is aggressive.

Even the slightest thing can be called a threat.

Mutants who are not threatening are referred to as class C.

Mutants who are threatening are referred to as Class B.

Category A, on the other hand, is a gang of two mutants above Category B.

Franklin, on the other hand, only asked me to take Class A assignments.

Because Franklin was called a lone wolf.

He's really good, and he told me all about the skills I used with a gun.

It's a pity that Franklin is in the past tense.

。。。

Surveying slums is the easiest task in category C.

It is to take a notebook and go door to door in the slum to register mutants.

Threatening Class B can be killed directly.

But mutants who are not threatened have human rights.

How ironic.

But this way of enjoying it is special.

They will be required to be chemically castrated, and after castration, they can live like normal people.

Castration is the fear that they will inherit the mutated genes.

So more than ninety percent of these people are poor.

Some threatening mutants hide in the slums.

I knocked on the door, but the fat man hid away.

"Who?" said from behind the door.

"Police, census. I shouted.

The iron door slowly opened, and a thin figure appeared in front of me.

"What's your name?" I said, holding a pen and paper.

"Ike. The thin figure whispered with his mouth closed.

"What abilities. I asked lightly.

Ike slowly opened his mouth, a blinding light shining from his mouth.

I took out the sunglasses in my pocket and said with a wry smile, "Shut up, is there anyone else in the room?"

"My cousin Dick. Ike replied softly with his mouth closed.

"Let him come out, what ability. I subconsciously pulled out my shotgun.

The lights were turned on and a man appeared in front of me.

"My name is Dick, and I don't have the ability. It's just that I have one more thumb than others. Dick raised his right hand.

The thumb of his right hand has one more thumb than a normal person.

Deformities were also forcibly classified as category C a few years ago.

Just to reduce the probability of malformations in normal people, even the deformed people are classified as mutants and are deprived of the ability to have children.

Don't ask me why he can't have an excision and enter the category of normal people, once he is born as a mutant.

Then the label is with life, and once it is found that a normal person is found, it will be treated as a B level.

Therefore, there are also jokes about the mutants of two dicks being chemically castrated.

I pressed the button on my sunglasses, and the thermal imaging swept through the room.

Making sure there were no outsiders, I slowly closed the door.

The fat man slowly walked over to me and smiled at me and said, "How is it?"

"What else? I took my notes, slowly walked to the next room, and knocked on the door.

One morning, half of the district's slums were searched.

If nothing is found, it is basically impossible to find anything.

Because it's the easiest task.

The sun scorched the ground, and the crowds on the road were exceptionally sparse.

The fat man sweated and said, "Jack, I'm hungry." Let's have a quick snack, I want to order a cone. ”

Ding 00 ~ The phone rang at this time.

Glancing at the number, it was the headquarters.

I answered the phone.

"Call the Viper. ”

Viper received. I said.

"Are you still searching the civilian area?"

"I just finished my search and am going to leave. I said.

"Category A fugitives have been found, right inside the civilian area you're searching. ”

"Class A, how many people, what abilities?" I asked subconsciously.

"Just one person, I'll send his picture to your phone. ”

"Pass it to Panda, my phone is not a smart model and can't accept pictures. How can a person be classified as A?" I asked, confused.

The fat man said, "Send it to me? What do you want to send me?"

"The suspect photograph is Category A. I said.

The fat man closed his mouth and turned on his phone.

"I don't have any information on my side for the time being, and the source of the tip is a red file. I have no authority to interrogate, but can only answer that this suspect of yours may have more than one mutation ability. So it will be listed separately in category A, waiting for your good news. ”

Two Class B accomplices would be characterized as Class A, so can a mutant with two Class B abilities be called A?

It's also the first time I've encountered this kind of problem.

The fat man held up his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"

I looked at the image in the fat man's phone.

A very normal child, no different from ordinary people.

The eyes are golden yellow, and the rest of the information is basically nothing.

My brow furrowed slightly, as if there was some reflection.

Flipping through the notes in my hand.

Wait, I remembered.

is a resident of 402.

An elderly woman and her child.

And the picture in front of her is her child.

Ninety percent of them are similar, except that the child himself is a little smaller than in the photo.

I opened the door and said, "Mission, Class A." ”

The fat man looked at me with a dissatisfied face and said, "No, why do you have another task?" ”

"Room 402 in the civilian area just now, do you still have an impression of the old and the young?" I walked out and ran upstairs.

The fat man stared at the phone screen, scratched his head and said, "It seems to be true." ”

At the door of room 402, I pulled out my shotgun.

Loaded and unloaded the safe, he tapped on the door.

The woman who opened the door was still the same woman, sixty or seventy years old.

I put my gun on the woman's head and shouted, "Where's the child?" ”

I remember this woman saying that she was not able to do so, because she could not afford to raise a child alone, so she rented it in a civilian area.

"Inside. The woman's trembling hand pointed into the room.

I pulled a glow stick out of my pocket and threw it on the floor, stomping on it and kicking it into the room.

Then an orange-yellow glow lit up the room.

I saw the child's appearance, and the child was staring at me.

A pair of golden eyes were particularly noticeable, and he seemed to be still smiling at me.

I lifted it singlely, aiming at the child.

glanced at the old woman beside her, and put her other hand in front of the old woman for fear that she would make trouble.

This is followed by a shot aimed at the child.

After the fire, the child was still standing in place.

The bullet did come out, and the chair behind the child had been shattered.

Telekinesis, teleportation, ghost system, or did I miss?

Every imaginable ability comes to mind.

The child began to walk slowly towards me.

Straight towards me.

I turned my attention to him again.

Pull the trigger and shoot.

I stared wide-eyed at what was going on.

I saw the child lean naturally to the left, dodging the shotgun's bullets.

And the ground behind the child has been shattered.

The child's speed is slow.

I followed with a series of several more shots.

But the boy dodged my gun in the same way.

By this time, the child had already run in front of me.

I reached for it, but he turned and tumbled out of the room.

The child stood up and stopped, and we looked at each other.

He was laughing, and it was a mockery.

I raised my gun again, half a meter away.

He didn't dodge, how close the distance.

His speed must not be able to dodge, and I deducted the trigger.

There was a click, but there were no bullets.

The child turned around and began to think about running away.

Does he know I'm out of bullets? Is this his ability?

So what exactly is his ability.

Why does my shotgun miss?

。。。

"Franklin, why do you have to use a shotgun?" I said.

"Do you know why I was able to kill so many mutants?" Franklin said with a laugh.

"Aren't other guns able to kill mutants? Shotguns are too easy to injure their own people. I said.

"That's the second question, why I'm called a lone wolf. Franklin said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"First, because a shotgun never misses a target in close quarters. Second, because I don't want to miss the target. Franklin continued to laugh.

The origin of the nickname of the lone wolf, because no one dared to stand with him and shoot.

A shotgun never misses a target at close range, but I took Franklin's gun and it missed seven shots.

。。。

When I came back to my senses, the child had already run more than 20 meters.

The fat man ran over at this time and passed by the child.

The fat man panted and looked at me at a loss.

"Shoot, that kid is Class A. I said.

The fat man was stunned and shouted, "But." ”

"But what? He's running out. I shouted anxiously.

The fat man pulled out his pistol and fired a shot.

Hit.

But he didn't fall down at all, but the child ran away.

"Did you hit?" I shouted

"I missed, but I had a signal tracking gun in my hand. The fat man said.

Looking at the fat man's figure, I don't plan to let him chase the child anymore.

I pointed my shotgun at the woman's head and said, "What the hell is he?" ”

"He's not my child, he's my husband. The woman said.

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