"What now?"

Derek looked at Zmo, waiting for him to come up with an idea.

"I finally met a compatriot, and I can't just forget it. ”

Zmo's tone was extremely firm, don't look at the fact that there are many mutants in the United States, but if you really come to this country, you can expect to meet one on the street, which is far less likely than the food delivery person to break the US president's cheating.

What's more, the woman's figure is indeed on point, as long as she resists joining or expresses her distrust of the two people's words, he can hypnotize and brainwash her in the name of helping her awaken.

"Brotherhood?"

Glancing vaguely at the ugly Derek, Zmo let out a cold snort in his heart.

At the beginning, he was a heartthrob in the bar, relying on his ability, all the women who came to the bar for fun, whether it was a sexy and avant-garde hot girl or a dignified and conservative beauty, were finally hypnotized by him superficially to the bed and had a heated exchange.

Afterwards, the other party will think that it is a special service that he has requested, and leave a large salary.

It's a great life, at least Zmo likes it very much.

However, it's a pity that he was bumped into by a master of the mind when he was using his abilities, destroying the image he had worked so hard to manage, not to mention, and exposing his mutant identity to people.

forced him to follow the other party and join that bullshit "brotherhood".

Even if he became a member of the mutant organization, Zimo was not welcomed, and many people talked about his previous experiences, and the tone of ridicule was as if he was really a male waiter who came out to sell.

And he couldn't do anything drastic, not even in his head, and while Sam promised him not to spy on the conscious thoughts of any member of the Brotherhood, in Zmo's mind, that kind of foolish assurances weren't as valuable as paper towels in the bathroom.

"What else can you do if you don't forget it, people don't know where to go, so let's get down to business first!"

Seeing that Zmo was still not giving up, Derek persuaded him a little impatiently.

"I saw her talking to the cashier in the convenience store for a while, and she seemed to know her very well, so we went to the clerk and maybe we could get her home address. ”

Without waiting for Derek to answer, Zmo turned to leave, thinking about the direction of the convenience store.

The short and fat young man shook his head helplessly and followed, and warned in his mouth: "Zimo, I don't care what dirty thoughts you have in your head, don't forget the rules of our 'Brotherhood', if you dare to use your ability on our compatriots, don't blame me for being unkind to you!"

"How so!"

Moz, who was leading the way, replied with a smile, but his face was very ugly.

The ugly monster behind him is really too much of a hindrance, wait, when you find a chance, you must dispose of him first, and then take your new slave girl to a secret place and continue her previous happy life.

Brotherhood?quest?

Fuck it!

......

After turning a few corners, Zmo walked into the convenience store.

Grabbing something from a few shelves, the big-nosed young Latino walked over to the cash register of the target cashier to check out.

Derek followed behind him without saying a word, vigilantly shielding him from any eyes that might have looked around.

The target cashier was a black woman, approximately forty years of age, short and stocky, nearly equal in width and height.

She glanced at Derek, who was pretending to be absent-minded, and then at Derek, who was unusually sensitive to the eyes of others, and secretly stumbled.

It's no wonder that she thinks too much, and anyone who sees two young men entering a convenience store to buy only five security (anti-harmony) condoms and a bottle of olive oil will question the friendship between them, which may not be pure.

However, Zmo didn't have time to pay attention to this, seeing that no one was paying attention to this place, he stared at the black woman in front of him, and his eyes began to roll up.

"Sir, you ......"

The cashier was taken aback by the fact that Zmo rolled his eyes, and was about to say something when his gaze became glazed with concern and concern.

"I'm fine. ”

Zimo spoke softly, and he had to use these extra means to calm the hypnotized person's consciousness, or he would be vulnerable.

Thinking of this, he became more and more jealous of Sam's abilities.

In his mind, once the other party's powerful ability is opened, he can completely become the master of the world, and there is no need to pay attention to any principles at all.

If he were replaced, he would not have paralyzed himself and ended up in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

"Uh......"

Because of the distraction, the cashier's consciousness showed some signs of struggling to wake up, startling Zimo to hurry back to his senses and concentrate on the hypnotist of the other party.

"Do you know the woman in a red plaid dress, jeans, and a handbag that came to buy something?"

The ethereal voice seemed to come from the sky, and the memories of the black woman began to surge with the words of the other party, until the picture was fixed on a woman who met the other party's requirements: "Vanessa ......"

"Her name is Vanessa?"

"...... right"

"Where do you live?"

"29 Blue Dye Road, Hagrid Liton Neighborhood......

Zmo clapped his hands, and his pupils returned to their original appearance.

He smiled and looked at Derek, who ignored him.

Zimo didn't care, took out a stack of dollar bills and said to the female cashier who had regained her self-consciousness, "That's all for me!"

......

In Ivan's villa, the neat living room became a mess.

Melinda Mei sat on the remaining sand with Evan in her arms and whispered softly, while Wei hid to the side to watch the excitement, looking like she had nothing to do with herself.

Nick and Coulson marveled at the knifeboard that had cut into the wall, marveling at the boy's strange ability and unusual way of thinking.

The laser cutterhead is also a mode of suitcase transformation, and the password is "Nick, rotate".

In fact, this new weapon, called "Pandora's Box (Nick's House)", can be transformed into various forms according to the user's conscious manipulation.

However, Ivan just wanted to shout out, and for this reason, he also formulated a specific transformation password for each weapon form, just like Wei said, "A good martial artist shoots, how can he not shout the name of the move".

On the other side, Deadpool looked at the boy who was still glaring at him, and secretly vowed never to provoke a child of this age again.

It's so scary, how many shots did he shoot himself, three thousand or five thousand?

Fortunately, it is my own vigorous self, and if someone else is chased and beaten by this laser gun that doesn't know why it makes a "bang" sound, I have already been beaten into a sieve, how can I still be as alive as myself.

Although there was nothing wrong with his body, he was stared at like a cannibal by the violent boy, and Rao felt that Wade Wilson's endurance was also cold and his mouth was dry.

Silently moving his body to turn his back to the other party, Wade picked up a glass from the ground that had only broken the edge, filled it with water, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Huh?"

Wade, sensing that something was wrong, looked down at himself, only to see that the glass of water he had just drunk was pouring out of the dense holes in his body, spitting like a scattered fountain in the center of the park.

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