Section 10 Who? Possession of the Moldy God (M)

"That's for the best..."

Sure enough, after getting the assurance of his long legs, Tom immediately changed into a bright face with a smile on his face.

"Phew, what's the smugness? Even if the old lady is desperate and dies outside in the future, she will never return to your broken boat. โ€

Looking at Tom's face with joy from the bottom of his heart, his long legs only felt that the anger in his heart was "soaring" towards the heavenly spirit. He snorted angrily, and without looking back, he went ashore and blended into the busy crowd.

"Ha, I'm finally gone, it's really Buddha's blessing. Now, you can really rest assured that the golden wheel of the present day is realized. โ€

True social experience and long legs are not mistaken, and Tom is of course sincerely happy that she is gone, and promises not to return.

After all, it's too inconvenient to have long legs, and in the past week, Tom has almost succeeded in manifesting the Rijin Wheel. It's all because of the existence of long legs, so that he can't always put in all his energy, so that he fails at the last moment, which is really hateful.

In addition, Tom thinks that the person with long legs is unlucky, and the poisonous tongue is called the possession of the moldy god.

Tom had been fine until Long Legs came. But as soon as the long legs came, the pursuers of the matchmaker's military came. Later, on the vast sea, it was even more nonsense to encounter vampire hunters and vampire wars, which was too back.

So with long legs, Tom thinks it's best to stay away from her, lest he accidentally be affected by the other party.

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"Hey, Thunderbird, where are you now? What, you and your brother are hiding from the military? Oh well... โ€

"Hey, Dreamer..."

Tom's face was overjoyed and he immediately ran to the golden wheel without mentioning it, and after recovering from his injuries and leaving Tom's boat, he found a random fast food restaurant and began to contact her former mutant friends. After almost a month of silence, she always has to announce her return to her friends, doesn't she?

"Hey, Polaris? Are you sure you weren't discovered by the matchmaker's military? โ€

As a result, after a round of phone calls, except for Polaris, who knew his younger brother before and was only eleven or twelve years old, the rest of the long-legged mutant friends were either on the way to run, or had just found a place that no one knew and hid again.

This is the normal life of the mutants in the entire matchmaker, either being hunted down by the matchmaker's military like the previous long legs, or trying to live in an inconspicuous place like Tom. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called a mutant hell, would it?

After a while, an eleven or twelve-year-old little Lori walked into the fast food restaurant, looked around, and sat directly across the table with long legs: "Sister Lingdie, didn't you say that you were only slightly injured before?" Why did it take so long to show up? โ€

Needless to say, this little Lori is the North Star that Long Legs contacted before.

Facing Polaris' inquiry, Long Legs smiled awkwardly: "Something happened after that, that's why it's been delayed until now." What about you, when I contacted you earlier, didn't you say that you were being hunted by a team of pursuers? โ€

The time when Long Legs contacted Polaris was when she first settled on Tom's yacht. At that time, Polaris was being hunted by a team of pursuers. In order to imitate the North Star, he was distracted, and his long legs were immediately more seriously injured and entered an autistic state, so the two have not been in contact since.

Speaking of being chased and killed before, Polaris's little face was also puzzled: "I don't know what's going on, on the way to escape, I met a pair of mutant siblings of the same grade as me, and they helped me, but I didn't run away from the pursuers." I don't know why, but it was the pursuers who gave up on pursuing me themselves. โ€

"What? How is this possible? The long-legged mouth was wide open, and the surprise was indescribable.

The matchmaker's military's desire for Polaris even far exceeds that of itself, and the long legs that once evaded the pursuit with Polaris are very aware of this matter.

After all, Polaris' abilities are very similar to Magneto, one of the two mutant bosses. The scientists of the matchmaker military really want the cells of Polaris to study the weapons to restrain Magneto.

(Although Magneto has already gone in after the last mess, the White House is worried that handing over Magneto to the matchmaker military will cause all-round resistance from mutants, so he personally watched over Lao Wan and did not allow the matchmaker's military to have too much contact with Magneto)

"So, what is the reason why these matchmaker military, who desperately want to catch the North Star, give up the pursuit of him?"

Sensing the slightest inappropriateness, the social experience is extremely rich and the legs are long, and the brain begins to work rapidly.

"Is there something involved in this? Stopped the matchmaker's military from hunting Polaris? However, Long Legs immediately denied his speculation: "No, it can't be." As a wandering mutant North Star, I don't know many friends, let alone any big forces. โ€

"So, what the hell is the matchmaker's military fighting? Could it be that they want to use Polaris to fish out more mutants and then catch us all? โ€

Suddenly, Long Legs remembered what Polaris had mentioned earlier, that she had been helped by a pair of mutant siblings on her way to escape. Then, a terrible guess was irrepressibly generated in her mind.

At the same time, outside the fast food restaurant, a group of pursuers pretending to be ordinary people were quietly evacuating the nearby crowd. A big man in a gold shop on the opposite street wearing a pursuer's gear was holding a satellite phone to communicate with someone:

"Colonel, we've spotted the Butterfly who had disappeared before, and she's now in contact with her target at a fast-food restaurant. Are we going to make a catch, or are we going to keep planning? โ€

Soon, a middle-aged man's cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "Arrest, I originally planned to use this North Star to fish out more mutants, but I didn't expect that there was only a pair of mutant siblings and spirit butterflies." The people above are very eager for the cells of the North Star, and after so long, the people above are already very dissatisfied with us.

By the way, did you find the mutant siblings who helped Polaris? โ€œ

The pursuer Dahan shook his head: "Not yet, it seems that someone has noticed our pursuit and covered up the traces for the pair of siblings." โ€

The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone fell silent, as if thinking about something. After a while, he said again: "Okay, I will find someone else to take over this matter, you don't have to worry about it." As for Polaris and Butterflies, do it when you're ready, I've already helped you contact the NYPD and cordon off a few nearby streets, and they won't be allowed to run this time. โ€

"Understood, we will do our best to capture Polaris and the Spirit Butterfly."

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"Oh no, I seem to have fallen into the trap of the military..."

At this time, he noticed that the long legs were wrong, and began to look at the surroundings and the environment outside the window quietly. This look startled her. Because of the long legs, not only the previous customers, bosses, and waiters in the fast food restaurant were gone, but even the pedestrians and vehicles outside the fast food restaurant and on the street were gone.

"Still eating, hurry up and follow me, this time I will be killed by your little thing..."

Getting up from his seat and grabbing the North Star, who was attacking a hamburger across the table and stuffing his mouth full of food, the long-legged man flashed towards the kitchen inside the fast-food restaurant and behind the counter.

"Whole... It's a whole thing... Still in a state of confusion, his mouth full of food Polaris, he asked inarticulately.

"What's wrong? It's already surrounded by pursuers, don't you see that the owner and customers of the store are gone? Those pursuers have given up on your pursuit before, not to let you go, but to use you to lure more mutants out. Obviously, I'm the unlucky one. โ€

As they took off their clothes and put them on from their previous bags, their long legs quickly explained their current precarious situation to Polaris.

"Huh? They're too bad, aren't they? โ€

The young Polaris, the first time I heard of it, can still have such a sassy operation.

"If these people weren't bad, how could they kill so many of our fellow mutants?" At this time, the armor on the long-legged body had already been put on: "When you rush out in a while, remember to follow me firmly and help me resist and defend against those attacks that I didn't notice, you know?" โ€

"yes, I know..."

Polaris also knew that it was he who had his long legs, so he nodded heavily. That serious little look is really cute and cute.

"Let's go..."

But at this time, the long legs definitely don't have time to pay attention to this. With a sword in his left hand and a psionic sword in his right hand, he pushed open the back door of the kitchen and rushed out first.

"Everyone, shoot..."

Sure enough, as soon as Long Legs and Polaris rushed out of the gate, they were greeted by a dense rain of bullets.

"Click, click..."

The two knives in the long legs' hands swung faster than Tom's moon gold wheel, blocking all the ceramic bullets fired from the front.

These ceramic pistols and ceramic bullets were originally made specifically to deal with Magneto. Later, the matchmaker military learned that Polaris also had the same abilities as Magneto, so they specially transferred a batch to capture Polaris.

The long legs were dual-minded, wielding the twin knives in their hands to resist the bullets, and on the other hand, they asked Polaris, who was hiding behind her, "Can you help me destroy the guns in the hands of those pursuers?" โ€

Hearing this, a layer of green light immediately appeared on Polaris' open little hands and palms. After a dozen breaths, she shook her head and said to her long legs: "No, these are special ceramic weapons, which are specially used against me." โ€

Of course, Polaris is no stranger to this group of pursuers and the ceramic equipment on her body. After all, several times she almost died under these ceramic weapons.