Most mutants' abilities can always find a use, but the information was not made public before, the employer did not know what they were capable of, and they had no way to find a job.

There are still some agents who can't think of any useful strange abilities when they have their brains, and S.H.I.E.L.D. will provide them with the equivalent of $400 in living supplies every month, and it is definitely the easiest to give money directly.

But don't overestimate their quality, they have a very low level of education, they have no means of livelihood, and it is nothing new to get money to gamble, to buy laundry detergent, to buy weapons, and then to rob the streets.

Daisy's solution is to provide the corresponding living materials, anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra control many enterprises, and there is no pressure to allocate materials, which is more economical and looks better.

Given four bills and two large bags of food, the visual impact is not the same.

Love potatoes? I'll bring you 5,000 tons to eat.

There must be ordinary citizens who take advantage of it, and Daisy saw a big white fat man shouting that he was a mutant at the top of his voice, and his purpose was to get free Coke.

She nodded lightly to her agents, and let him take the happy water from the fat house!

A lot of things happen imperceptibly, and when ordinary people feel that they seem to have a advantage in becoming mutants, they will not be so hostile to mutants, after all, no one except the Red Skull will have trouble with money these days.

A bottle of Coke and two burgers are nothing to S.H.I.E.L.D., but maybe one less mutant guy.

Little by little, once the scale is formed, it will improve somewhat.

The people's greed will be guided correctly, and it will also be used by her.

"You're very rich, let your people bring me a LV bag, I'm also a very poor mutant." Lingdie wore a mask and walked up to her, indicating that she had come to receive the subsidy.

Daisy looks at her with her peripheral vision, do you want a face! But she does want face, she wears a mask......

"Get her a fake!"

"I'll want it too!"

Lingdie works three jobs a month, and the proper high-income people come to her not to get a bag, but Director Dai gave her a new task.

"James. Nikolai. Bradley? Dr. Damned, what a strange name. Lingdie looked at the information she gave, she had no impression of this person, and he shouldn't be a famous mutant.

Daisy also found out about this person when she looked through Hydra's records.

Born in 1906, he is now over 100 years old, but his photographs show that he looks middle-aged.

Dr. Bradley is a brilliant scientist who fought in World War II and spared no effort in hunting down Na Harmony after the war, and Hydra once obtained some of his blood, presumably his ability to evolve himself.

The stronger the mutant gene, the stronger his immunity will be, and his lifespan will be extended, originally just at the level of an ordinary person, but now his intelligence has reached an extremely high level.

Let him live for thousands of years, and maybe he will be able to reshape the universe when he comes out.

In short, it is a very rare ability, and it is an ability that was born at an untimely time, and he was born too late.

The whole world is in the fast lane, and there is no time to wait for him to 'evolve himself'.

"Give him the S.H.I.E.L.D. invitation. Tell him that I'm not interested in his slow-moving variant, and that what I value is his mind and scientific literacy. ”

A person who has evolved for a hundred years has only reached the level of a top human athlete, and she can't afford to wait for this evolutionary speed, and the super soldier serum is much faster than him.

But it would be wrong to say that this gene has no merit at all, after all, there is a lot of potential.

Sending away the dead who wants money and loves to take advantage of the little butterfly, Daisy went to a few rescue points, there are active mutants who are willing to work and want to live an ordinary life, and naturally there are also inactive, on the one hand, they are too lazy to work, they like to receive subsistence allowances, on the other hand, they are extremely wary of the military and ordinary people, and now only three of the ten people who have received subsidies are mutants, and the rest are ordinary people.

There are mutants who dare not show their faces and let their relatives and friends come out to receive supplies, and there are also ordinary citizens who take advantage of small advantages.

Of course, there are also some strange guys who don't care about other people's eyes at all.

"Uh...... Relieve me! I'm going to starve, I'm a mutant! If you don't care about me, I'll sell my organs! Wearing a red and black combat suit, carrying two knives, and a pistol on his leg, Deadpool hugged the thigh of the Thunderbird and did not let go.

The violent struggle and dragging made Thunderbird's pants dirty, and Deadpool's combat suit was even more stained with mud, but he didn't want to be embarrassed at all.

Thunderbird is loyal, but it's not a fool either, this guy with a thigh is well-equipped, and his body smells of gunsmoke, no matter how down-and-out this kind of person is, he won't go hungry.

The position of being held on his thighs was really indecent, and he struggled, and Deadpool was like a kraft candy, and he wouldn't let go when he found an honest man, yelling that if he didn't give him relief, he would sell his organs.

Thunderbird's strength is a little stronger than Deadpool's, but the other party hugged him too tightly, he couldn't exert his strength, and he was a little stalemate for a while, and a young mutant girl who saw this scene not far away couldn't help but be happy.

"Mr. Wade, S.H.I.E.L.D. has your information, and your organs are full of cancer cells, right? Don't try to blackmail us. "Thunderbird is quite a responsible person, he feels that Daisy should do a good job if she gives the task to herself, and he can help poor mutants, and he even has a sense of sacredness.

In his heart, he despised Deadpool's practice of rubbing supplies.

"I don't care! I want it, I want it! "Deadpool acts as a human flesh pendant, and was dragged by the Thunderbird for dozens of meters, and he kept rolling halfway through the way, and his movements were a little large when he turned around, and a katana flew towards the crowd, Thunderbird was shocked, but fortunately, the young female mutant on the side reached out and pulled away a purple teleportation, and the katana was teleported from mid-air to the ground without hurting anyone.

Thunderbird had to compromise and let Deadpool take three unicorn dolls, two rolls of toilet paper and an oversized toilet with American characteristics.

Seeing Deadpool leave the aid station with an oversized toilet, Thunderbird was disgraced by this guy, but he still pretended to be very calm in front of the girl: "What a strange guy, hehe." ”

He looked at the fair-skinned girl beside him, with pointed ears, meniscus tattoos on her eyes, and looming pupils, as if inadvertently asking, "What supplies do you need?" I'll get it for you. ”

The girl did have difficulties in life, and when she saw that he, the person in charge with a loyal face, seemed to want to help, she agreed with a little hesitation.

"Uh, what's your name? We're going to do a material registration ......"

"Clarisse ......"