"There are missing zombies in the direction of four o'clock, and the seven teams will go to exterminate them."

"Team Seven received."

"Report, Indel Biotech has asked us to assist in the capture of live zombies."

"Not really."

"There is an alarm in the wiring center, and mutants have appeared near the city center!"

"Mutants? Damn ......"

……

The sound of various conversations in the headphones was endless, accompanied by the sound of loud gunshots, silently showing what was happening outside the city at the moment.

However, it was not the Atlanta police or the Secret Service agents who were listening to these voices, but the leader of the Atlanta mutant underground, John Brown. Prodestar.

At the moment, he was driving a cargo truck, cautiously driving on the night roads of Atlanta.

Beside him was a serious-looking Humachus. And in the car behind him, there is a group of mutant compatriots.

True, they are shifting positions right now.

Although no one was sure whether the parrot's words were true or false, these mutants who were already hiding in the shadows did not dare to take risks, so after learning of the emergency at Oakland Cemetery, they immediately began to "move".

"Should we notify the stealth and temporarily interrupt the transportation of compatriots?"

Beside him, Marcos pondered the offer, and John pursed his lips, finally nodded, and the other party began to call.

This decision will inevitably leave many mutants who come to the door to ask for help, but in order not to be exposed, it can only be like this-

Although mutants have the right to live in this country, in recent years they have been severely relegated.

As a mutant, most hospitals in the United States do not accept treatment.

There are also schools, jobs, and so on.

This has also caused many mutants to take risks due to various difficulties. However, if you do so, even if you steal a piece of candy, you will be severely arrested by the Sentinel Secret Service and sent to a mutant prison.

As a result, the mutant underground organization came into being.

They can't stand the suffering of being alone, so they can only huddle together for warmth. In fact, it's not just Atlanta that has their kind of organization, but other cities in the United States as well.

Even in a city, it is highly likely that there is more than one of them, a variant of the underground organization. It's just that they are usually used to hiding, and they don't know anything about other organizations and forces.

However, a single mutant is enough for the authorities to target, let alone a group of mutants coming together.

The official hunt for mutant groups has been severe.

Therefore, when there is a disturbance, they cannot but be cautious.

It's simply because of the various superpowers that mutants have. Under the massive official search, they are not powerless to resist.

For example, at this moment, with the help of a mutant with computer-related abilities within the organization, they successfully connected to the Atlanta police radio station and eavesdropped on it.

The purpose is naturally to better transfer the position and escort, but after listening to it for a long time, John and the others suddenly found that all the defensive forces in the city at the moment seem to be attracted to the suburbs......

This is a cause for good news, but as a former American GI, John is still worried.

"What the hell is going on in Atlanta? Why is this time so messy? ”

"And what the hell is that parrot that warned us?"

"And how does it know we're going to be exposed? How did it find its door? ”

Everything is as incomprehensible as a fog.

John's ability was physical reinforcement and foreknowledge, but at the moment he was in a complete state of confusion, just like the others.

No one would have thought that the initiator of all this was the same young "mutant" they had contact with, who looked grumpy.

……

The mutant move is a small thing, but the charr can still gain some of the power of fate from them, and perhaps because mutants are different from normal people, they provide more destiny.

It's just that for now, Charles doesn't have the heart to pay much attention to this.

At this moment, under the cover of night, he used teleportation to appear in various locations in the city.

Whenever he chooses a place, the spray he carries in his hand will come into play, scribbling patterns on walls, passages, street lamp poles, etc., that look like lines, human faces sticking out their tongues.

Mark of lies.

No one would have thought that before the large group of zombies was quelled, another hidden danger had begun to grow quietly.

……

Official Atlanta apparently would not have guessed that someone was preparing another "terrorist attack". After the Charr operation, they had only just wiped out the massive, tens of thousands of dead people.

At the moment, countless logistics personnel are cleaning the battlefield, and at the same time, there are many riot police blocking the large crowd that has heard the wind - although it is already the second half of the night, the crisis has been resolved, and the people's curiosity is simply scratching their ears.

The bald agent was standing in front of an explosion-proof car on the edge of the battlefield at the moment, and he was finishing a phone call with his wife, and he glanced at the many people outside the cordon, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

"How's that Cranston going? Did you find any useful information? ”

He looked at one of his men who had rushed in front of him.

Although most people were attracted by the corpses in front of them, they did not give up their original work. It's just a reduction in the number of people.

"There is no news." The subordinate replied.

"What about the mutant base? And that phone number? ”

"The owner of the phone is indeed within the mutant base. But because of the lack of manpower, we didn't dare to act rashly, so we ......"

"So?" Staring at the strange-looking subordinate in front of him, Agent Turner had a bad premonition.

"It's indeed a base for the underground organization, but they took advantage of the chaos and ran away."

Bald Agent: "......"

He had the urge to curse at the moment, just thinking about the situation of handing over three or two kittens to the other party, it was not easy to say anything.

I want to blame it, but I can't say it.

After all, the mutant underground organization must be dangerous.

And most of Atlanta's armed forces have been led here, and even if the current one can seize the opportunity, he probably won't have much effect.

Instead, it is possible to take your life.

So in the end, the agent just sighed, raised his hand and patted the other person on the shoulder, and said nothing.

Just as he was about to return to the city and return home from work, a SWAT officer in a black blast suit quickly arrived.

"Sir, someone from above the organization, Director Stephen asked me to call you over."

"Above?" Agent Turner's heart moved.

The Sentinel Secret Service in major cities is usually responsible for dealing with ordinary mutant incidents, and it seems that the only thing that can be called above is the US Mutant Security Department, which manages mutants across the country.

Has Atlanta already attracted the attention of the top level of the United States?