Catherine returned to Gotham with the toxin sample as soon as possible, and the Little Devils left a few people in New York to observe the increasingly chaotic confrontation between mutants and humans, and by the way, helped Toad and Salvador Angel to take in some gifted mutants.

The Devils are not a garbage dump, everyone wants them, but Catherine welcomes those mutants who can follow the rules to migrate to live under the Devil's Gang in Gotham, anyway, New York is like hell for them now, of course, if they don't know the rules, the Devils will teach them the rules.

The other group of people, Coulson and Hawkeye, rushed back to the Delta Wing building with the captured captives and some secret items, and Nick Fury spent more than half a month without a clue about the internal review work, which was completed in an unexpected encounter with Coulson, which was really a big breakthrough in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal investigation.

Of course, they just grabbed a line, and it will take a long time to find the real big boss behind the scenes, but anyway, it's much better to have clues than no clues.

But for now, let's take our eyes off Cyber and S.H.I.E.L.D. and on another figure we've almost forgotten.

Little Naughty wore a long trench coat, but in the not too cold weather of New York, she showed that she needed warmth, holding her hands on her shoulders, just like trying to survive a long night alone on the snowy fields of Canada several years ago, compared to the simple hunger and fear at that time, the loneliness and despair of the present time are obviously more difficult to endure.

A few years of life in Gotham have brought changes that cannot be ignored by this girl, in front of her golden hair, there is a strand of white hair mixed in it, which is not strange, but has a special charm, plus this little girl's appearance is absolutely superior, her body is bumpy and convex, and she can always attract a lot of unclear eyes when she walks on the road.

But the little naughty just walked in silence, she walked in the streets that had become very dead because of the demonstrations one after another, carrying the bag that Xia Sen had thrown at her, which contained enough money for her to live independently, and some change of clothes, enough for her to travel the world, but the problem was: this girl didn't want to go anywhere.

She's just like the walking dead, stubbornly heading towards the place where Washington's "antidote to mutant disease" is being distributed.

"Is it worth it?"

The question came to her mind again, it was the first time in the past few days that she didn't know how many times she had thought about it, she was tired of it, she put her hands on her ears, and shook her head vigorously, as if she wanted to throw the question out of her mind in this way.

She forced herself not to think about it, because she was afraid that the next moment she would turn around and step on the train back to Gotham, and the farther away she was from there, the more she felt that she had made a wrong and stupid choice.

Thoughts are poisonous, deep in the bones, and cannot be eradicated.

"Hey, little beauty, do you want to make a date?"

Just as the little naughty picked up a lady's cigarette and leaned against the corner of the wall in a tired attempt to calm himself, a few guys dressed in bells and whistles, painted with messy tattoos, and obviously addicted to drugs came out of the alley next to him, and surrounded the little naughty with a strange smile.

One of them stretched out his hand and put it against the little mischievous and delicate chin, with an anxious sinister smile:

"Do you want to play with us?"

The little naughty train of thought was interrupted, she looked at the few things in front of her who didn't know whether to live or die, her eyes were very clear, such a guy would not dare to approach her in Gotham, the Devil Gang gave them enough deterrence, they would only get as far away as possible.

And these addicts in front of her, they are arrogant, arrogant, stupid, disgusting, this is the ordinary person she wants to be?

Is this the group she dreamed of being a part of?

Is she crazy?

"Okay!"

The little naughty nodded expressionlessly, reached out and rolled up the sleeves of her arms, revealing the demon tattoo on her arm, she shook her neck, the delicate blood-dripping devil's head loomed on her neck, she put the lady's cigarette in the corner of her mouth, took the initiative to turn around and walk into the alley, turned her head and threw a wink at the few dizzy guys:

"Come on, handsome guys, I'll make you have enough. ”

The fluttering addicts who were stimulated by the big/hemp looked at each other a few times, and they all saw the excitement and joy in each other's eyes, their instinctive perception had been destroyed by the poison X, and they didn't realize the danger contained in it at all, and under the leadership of the first guy, they impatiently followed the little naughty into the alley, and they had begun to take off their pants in a hurry.

The little mischievous stood there, her beautiful figure was undoubtedly displayed, she reached out and threw the cigarette from the corner of her mouth aside, exhaled, reached out and took off the black gloves she had been wearing on her hand, and the corners of her mouth were filled with a hint of hideousness.

There must always be an outlet for frustration, and maybe it's time to learn from Cyber Boss's way of venting, and I heard that violence is always pleasant.

Three minutes later, the last addict ran out of the alley like crazy, the horror on his face was like encountering a crazy beast, as if a tiger was chasing him from behind, he let out a frightened cry, but just as he was about to step out of the alley, a slender shadow appeared behind him, and a near-perfect finger rested on his shoulder.

Little Naughty felt the warmth of life coming from her fingers, she moaned comfortably, there were two warm reds on her cheeks, she reached out to lift the addict who had collapsed to the ground, her face was indifferent, her fingers slid over his rapidly aging face, looking at the addict's quickly wrinkled face and the rapidly increasing gray hair on the top of his head, she smiled:

"Why are you running? Am I not cute? Am I not making you happy?"

The little mischievous asked softly, her smile falling into the eyes of the addict, almost no different from the devil, and the poor creature screamed, like a castrated tenor, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

"Whew"

The girl reached out and casually threw the half-life creature into the alley behind him, he was lucky, his companion had already stepped on the Yellow Springs Road in the splash of blood, and he at least had his life left.

The little mischievous took out a make-up mirror from her pocket, put it in front of her eyes and looked at it, stretched out her fingers, wiped the last drop of blood off her cheeks, she looked at her lips that were becoming more and more red, as if she had drunk blood, she looked at her eyes, those eyes with dazed and helpless, she whispered:

"It's just a minor mistake... Indulge once in a while. ”

She closed her eyes, put the vanity mirror back in her pocket, and let it be as if talking to herself:

"It's time to decide, Anna Marie, don't let yourself look down on yourself!"

15 minutes later, the little naughty sat in the back seat of the taxi, looking at the noisy square in front of her, the two groups of people were fighting wildly, the posture was like a group fight with more than 2,000 people, she looked at the driver with a confused face, she asked:

"Are you sure this is it?"

"Of course, I'm sure I've sent at least 100 people here in the past two days! ”

The young Indian driver turned around enthusiastically and said to the little naughty, "Most of them are mutants, and there are a small number of ordinary people, speaking of which, are you also a mutant, ma'am?

The little naughty hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"Well, yes. ”

"Oh, that's too bad. ”

The Indian driver shrugged his shoulders and said very familiarly: "Actually, I don't understand, why do you want to give up your identity and become an ordinary ordinary person? What is so good about the life of ordinary people? Look at me, I am still trying to improve myself, I want to become Mr. Deadpool's real assistant." ”

He spread his hands, slowly pulled over to the side of the road, and said to the little mischievous, "The life of ordinary people is extremely boring, and after the occasional encounter with Mr. Deadpool, I felt that my previous life was simply meaningless. ”

"But you can at least enjoy what you deserve, and you don't have to pay the hell for anything!"

The little naughty retorted: "You don't need to be regarded as a freak by others, you don't need to live under accusations!

"Pain?"

The Indian driver snorted, turned off the meter nonchalantly, and said slowly, "Do you think I will enjoy this life of working 16 hours a day to support myself and my family?

"Come on!"

He danced and said: "I have been in love with Jima for 4 years, but Bandu can take Jima away from me just because he has money, so tell me, how much is your so-called love worth?"

"Ordinary people, we, we ordinary people have to pay a lot of price just to survive, and this is something that children like you can't see at all! Is it hard to be treated as a freak? Is it hard to be blamed? Hell!"

The taxi driver couldn't help but pat the steering wheel and said:

"I sent an indifferent guy in military uniform from the airport to New York's East Side yesterday for a full 2 hours, and he didn't say a word to me, he didn't care about everything I said, I was just a dispensable crumb... Tell me, then, little girl, is it worse to be blamed for being uncomfortable, or is it worse to be undignified like us?"

"Don't be stupid, in my country, people are inherently divided into many classes, I thought the same as you when I was a child, I thought that it was my blood that hindered me from getting a better life, but no!

The Indian driver exhaled and snorted: "If you can't get the things you want when you're a mutant, you can't get them after you become an ordinary person, these things have nothing to do with your identity, if you feel that it's just your race that hinders you, it can only mean that you live like an ostrich and never fought for what you wanted... The fare is 35 yuan 5, and you will be charged 36!"

The little naughty stopped talking, the taxi driver spoke very directly and ruthlessly, like a slap directly in her face, but seeing the driver's indifferent look, he probably didn't want to talk anymore, so the little naughty took out a hundred-dollar bill and stuffed it into the co-pilot next to him.

She opened the car door and whispered:

"Thank you, but I think I should have my own ideas. ”

Just a few steps after she had taken a few steps, the driver suddenly rolled down the window and shouted at her:

"Hey, little girl, do you know what you look like now? Like a runaway child, he knows that he is wrong but stubbornly unwilling to turn back, but believe me, your family will not abandon you because of this! Trust your family and friends, stop being stupid, don't hurt yourself! Don't hurt them!"

"When I can go back... Let's turn back!"

The little naughty head shook his palm at him without looking back, and on the front, the tears in her eyes fell on her cheeks one by one, she remembered her break with Catherine in the Gotham rain, thought of the words the boss said to her, and thought of Xia Sen's indifferent face when he left at the end, these pictures were entangled, and in an instant her eyes were hazy with tears, and her heart twitched painfully at this moment:

"Thank you, Dupponde. ”

"But... I've hurt them, and there's no turning back. ”