Mexico is a typical mountainous country, the capital is a plateau region, the temperature does not change much across the board, which makes the country's agriculture developed, corn is the most important crop in the country, but this country should be rich in fate, in fact, this land has hardly been quiet since civilization.

Ruled by the Spanish rulers for more than 300 years, the overall culture of this place is biased towards European civilization, but unfortunately, the invaders are gone, leaving behind a land where the war continues, the United States, France, internal dictatorship, these intricate causes of war have been lost in history, the only thing left is a poisonous land, which can even be called one of the world's "poison sources".

At the peak of this illegal trade, it even accounted for two-thirds of the demand of domestic addicts in the United States, and the money came very quickly, and they raised a group of big drug lords who could even confront the government, don't expect drug lords to be patriotic, the first thing they did when they made money was to recruit troops, consolidate their strength, and then die at the hands of their opponents or their own people.

It's like a deformed circular event, from the moment it starts, it can never end.

But recently, the addicts in the United States are very anxious to get angry, because Mexico has started to fight again, and the price of those lovely crystal powders is going to rise again, they are full of thought that it is just a small conflict that lasts for more than half a month, but they didn't expect that this fight is a full half a year, and the most terrible thing is that this time it is not a war between drug lords and drug lords, no matter who wins, it will not affect the price of drug X, this time the side of the war is completely rushing to the establishment of the country, and they have zero tolerance for drug X!

For a while, the price of drug X in major cities in the United States has risen sharply like a drug, and a group of addicts have complained, brother, this is a big problem!

Addicts can't take drugs, they dare to cut themselves, and now someone has cut off their source of happiness, can they bear it?

As a result, inexplicable demonstrations broke out in major cities in the United States, demanding that the government send troops to quell the war in Mexico, but no one paid any attention to these clowns.

Because... They can't take care of it either.

"7th Scouting Team!

With the order of the harsh veteran instructor, 10 guys wearing military uniforms and carrying rifles walked out of the queue in unison, looking like well-trained soldiers, but the problem is...

"Private Beckett, take your damn tail back!"

The old mercenary from Hammer Industries shouted helplessly, and the soldier whose name was called also helplessly put his rifle aside, reached out and stuffed his scaly tail back into his special pants, which caused a burst of laughter from the soldiers around him.

"What are you laughing at! You're mutants too!

Beckett grumbled with his gun in his arms, followed behind the captain, accepted today's task, and then, together with his brothers, rode in the Zanxin Humvee military vehicle and rushed out towards the endless Gobi outside the barracks.

Private Beckett looked at the fleeting scenery outside the car window, and couldn't help but wipe the cold rifle in his arms, remembering the past days, it was like a world away.

Like many Ipsilosaurus-class mutants, Beckett was born in the slums of London, England, and his childhood life does not need to be said much, in short, he spent his time in theft and starvation and beatings, unlike the powerful and elegant Alpha-class mutants, the weak Ipsilosaurus-class mutants have poor combat effectiveness, and most of them have mutant traits that cannot be concealed.

It's normal for someone like Beckett to have a slender tail, at least he only needs to cover up his tail, and he doesn't need to worry about being recognized as a mutant.

The scene that Beckett remembers most is when he was alone as a child, hiding under the bridge piers of the city, lonely looking at the rain outside that never seems to stop, it was really a difficult time.

"I say, Beckett, how did you come to Mexico?"

Vice Captain Cromwell turned his head and asked, this guy is a strong black man, but he has two jet-black horns on his head, like the minotaur in one of the legendary games, he is from rural Texas, where he has a "half-bull man" Cromwell inherited the optimistic nature of the black man, and although he was despised a lot in the past, and even almost killed, he still lives happily every day, although he occasionally patrols the edge of the battlefield with a gun, but at least he doesn't have to worry about being robbed of the last hamburger.

Hearing the vice-captain's inquiry, Beckett shrugged his shoulders a little lazily:

"I was originally from the European chapter of the Brotherhood, and when the British were ostracizing the mutants, I went to Canada, and I ended up getting lucky enough to get a life on Alcatraz, and then I was thrown here, what about you? Cromwell, you don't know why you came to Mexico?"

"I..."

Cromwell held his gun, leaned comfortably against the window, occasionally looked back at the military vehicle following behind, and whispered:

"I worship Mr. Cyber, I came to Mexico voluntarily, there is a Devil's Gang recruiting office in Texas, and the person in charge there is a very talkative gentleman, he has a loud name, "Pai Huang", he is a powerful Alpha, and his wife is also an Alpha, in short, one day, I saw Mr. Cyber's speech on the street, and I ran to the recruiting office, and they told me that we were going to build a country, and asked me if I would like to come, so I nodded. ”

"Ahh

Cromwell took a piece of chocolate out of his pocket, gave half to Beckett, put the remaining half into his mouth, and as he ate it, he said:

"It's probably the best choice I've ever made in the first half of my life, at least not to be thrown at the fruit. ”

"You've been thrown fruit, hahaha, you unlucky bastard!"

Beckett laughed, he touched his head, there was a terrible scar there: "I was just beaten with a steel rod ... Those human bastards drank too much and blocked me in the alley, they beat me with sticks, they thought I wouldn't resist, and I didn't make them feel better!"

"Come on, Beckett, it's just a stick!"

Cromwell lifted his clothes, revealing the terrible knife marks on his waist, and grinned, "Have you ever been stabbed with a knife?" or when I was a kid, those damn crazy people, they called me a wizard, and if it wasn't for another passing mutant who saved me, I would have died... I hate them! Beckett, I hate those humans!"

A glint of hatred flashed in Cromwell's eyes, and then, with a sigh of relief, he regained his smile:

"Mexico is such a good place, remember the army we broke the day before yesterday? a real frontal crash! It was a great feeling! Maybe it would be glory, and even if you die, you will have a pension..."

Cromwell snorted: "No one will give us a pension before, this country will definitely be built, and when we go to fight those arrogant Yankees, sooner or later we will have to teach them a good lesson!"

"Speaking of which, Beckett, have you seen Magneto before?"

The conversation between Corporal Cromwell and the private quickly attracted the captain's attention, and the middle-aged man with hideous bone spurs on his back threw two cigarettes and joined the discussion, he looked at Beckett and asked with a smile:

"I've heard that Magneto is also a good leader, I used to be on Professor Charles's side, and I used to go on parades with some weird people, but it didn't work. ”

"Captain Gore, speaking of which, I've actually met Magneto. ”

Beckett took a puff of his cigarette and said with great interest: "It was when we were still in Canada, Mr. Cyber rescued an alpha on our side, my boss at the time was Rapids, and he was also an alpha, they fought a big battle in Toronto, destroying half of the city, and then Magneto personally came to our base and selected people to pursue Mr. Cyber. ”

He frowned, reached out and wiped it on his face:

"Magneto has wrinkles on his face, his hair is white, he wasn't so haggard back then, and when I met him at Alcatraz later, he was already very vicissitudes, but anyway, Magneto was a good leader, at least in Canada at the time, but no one dared to publicly humiliate mutants, of course, it still can't compare to the current Mr. Cyber, after all, we all account for a quarter of Mexico. ”

"Hehe, I also think so, Mr. Cyber is the boss who won the 1v1 single challenge against Magneto, he must be even better!"

Cromwell smiled, probably thinking that the topic was a little strange, so the black man coughed and changed the subject: "Brother Gore, what are we going to investigate this time? Is it the camp of those drug dealers again?"

"It's not. ”

Old Gore smoked a cigarette and waved his hand:

"The boss said that we won't fight in the last 3 months, and we have to leave time for the recruits to train, the four new commanders are very strict, and some of the recruits who have just been sent over have suffered, so this time we are going to select a barracks for them, and then re-divide the isolation zone... Maybe there will be a month off, you can go to Gotham or Star City to play, that's the territory of the Devil's Gang, and no one will discriminate against us. ”

"I want to go home..."

Beckett yawned: "The place where we just landed, that place is now managed by mutants, I bought a house over there, it's cheap, or go to my side to rest when you don't take a vacation, it is said that there are some unpleasant mutant babes who have lived in Europe to settle there, hehe..."

As soon as Beckett's words fell, a thunderclap rang out above everyone's heads, startling everyone.

Cromwell subconsciously stuck his head out of the car window and looked up at the sky, and the next moment, the bull-headed black man shouted:

"Gore, Beckett, come and see! the sky! the sky is cracked!"

"Click"

The military vehicle stopped in place, and the second military vehicle in the rear also stopped, they jumped out of the car, raised their heads, and looked at the sky, in the endless sky, the original blue sky and white clouds had disappeared, replaced by a dark red cloud storm, it coiled, like an eye split in the sky, mercilessly and indifferently looked at the world.

And in the clouds of lightning and thunder, in the middle of the sky, there is a colorful light shining, in the surrounding clouds, there is a shining rune light, looking at the mountain like a legendary scenery, and as if the gods are about to fall from the sky.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on?"

Old Gore held the helmet above his head and shouted, he took out the car phone, but there was only a busy sound in his ears, and everyone looked helplessly at the change of the sky and clouds, and at its most intense, everyone could even feel that the sky was pressed down.

"Oh my God!"

Beckett felt his mouth dry, he clenched the rifle in his arms, this cold weapon could bring him some peace at this moment, but this rare weather change came and went faster, it lasted about 30 seconds, everything in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the blue sky and white clouds hung in the sky again, as if the previous scene had never appeared.

"Gore, Gore, are we going to move on?"

Cromwell shouted, but old Gore did not speak, but Beckett shook his head vigorously:

"No, let's go back! I've seen those runes... We're going to report to the sir! Odin is on top. ”