There are many types of mutants, and High Saints like Angel – as they call themselves – can be packaged to become sought-after stars. And those mutants who can control bloodthirsty desires and disguise themselves as human beings can be accepted by some bold and avant-garde people, and can integrate into normal human society.

But there are also some mutants who are not highly evolved enough, some of them have disgusting long tongues that drag on the ground like hanging ropes, some have deformed limbs, swollen bodies, and all of them exude the smell of rancid blood, which makes people shy away.

Despite repeated assurances from the Temple spokesperson, it was hard to believe that these monsters would not attack humans, so the mutants were kept under the control of the Temple and were rarely encountered on the streets of New York.

So this is the first time Phil has faced a living mutant, and although he has looked at photos and videos taken by others on the Internet before, sitting in front of a computer and looking at pictures is completely different from standing in front of a monster.

On the left side of the entrance of the house stood a long bar, behind which sat a humanoid creature with a bloody flesh on the left half of his face, a cylindrical strip of flesh hanging from his mouth, limply resting on the rim of the glass in his hand, sucking the viscous crimson liquid from the cup like a straw.

That's human blood? Phil felt his stomach start to roll and a sour taste rushed up his throat.

I'm going to vomit.

Phil turned his head to Jason with a gaze that was almost crying for help, but Jason, who had always been timid and scared, walked to the bar in a hurry, put down a roll of green bills, and said to the hateful-looking monster in a low voice: "Two tickets!" A fixed target, a moving target. ”

The mutant tore off the rubber band that bound the banknote with its sharp nails, counted the amount, nodded, and asked, "What gun?" ”

Looking at the plasma dripping from the mutant's mouth as he spoke, Phil was dizzy and bent over and vomited.

"Phil! Damn it! Jason shouted angrily, then replied, "Change the moving target to a fixed target, the extra price difference is enough to pay for the cleanup, right?" ”

The mutant nodded, repeating the question again, "With what gun?" ”

"Take a Browning M1911 first, two magazines, by the way, this time I want to try the rifle, recommend?"

"Steyr AUG, no support structure......" The mutant forgot the words halfway through his memory, took out a piece of paper from the bottom of the bar, and read according to the content on it, "Steyr AUG, no support structure, can be operated with one hand, and novices can easily master it." ”

"That's it!" Jason nodded in satisfaction, walked back to Phil's side after speaking, held Phil's wrist and smiled, "Actually, I wasn't much better than you when I first came, but don't be afraid, these mutants will definitely not attack us, they are not as dangerous as those gang members, come on, go to the shooting range, and enjoy the best birthday present of your life." ”

Phil vomited with gold stars in his eyes, and before he could recover his senses, he was dragged into the basement of the house by Jason in a trance.

After confirming that he was not in danger, Phil finally calmed down, and although the soles of his feet were weak, he no longer had the idea of running away from the door, but tried to stay calm,

The basement is not small, and the side near the passage is divided by steel plates into eight firing positions up to one meter wide, each with a bulletproof glass under it, and a solid wood baffle on the glass to block the position below the waist, while the other side is empty, leaving a wide space.

"This is the shooting range?" Phil asked, confused, "Where's the target?" Where's the target? ”

"Don't worry, I'll give you a demo first." Jason smiled mysteriously, stood in front of a firing position, and slapped his palms twice.

A man in smoky makeup walked up to Jason, handed out a pistol and an assault rifle without saying a word, then threw four magazines on the baffle, and then turned and left, his steps as light as a cat, barely audible.

"Look!" Jason shouted at Phil, reached for his noise-cancelling headphones, and raised his assault rifle to take aim at the air.

Is this a target against an empty wall? Phil couldn't understand that the roll of money Jason had just given was at least two hundred dollars, and who would spend two hundred dollars to shoot in the air in the basement? That's enough money to go to the shooting range.

That's when something really shocked Phil happened.

The man in smoky makeup who was handing the gun just now pushed a modified surgical cart to the side of the wall, and there was a "person" tied to the cart, his body was not up and down, his head wearing a steel helmet was hidden in the bulletproof plate on the top of the surgical cart, and his limbs were fixed to the cart, not moving at all.

The man in smoky makeup lowered the bracket of the surgical cart and pushed the bed board parallel to the floor up so that it was perpendicular to the ground, then pressed the cart against the wall and said, "Let's go, if you need to buy more bullets, ring the bell." ”

With that, the smoky man turned around and left.

Phil almost stared out of his sockets, that's a fixed target?

Lose your marbles! It's insane!

"You're crazy!" Phil rushed forward and ripped off Jason's noise-cancelling headphones and hysterically shouted, "This is murder!" Lunatic! Perverted! Unreasonable! What is it! What are you doing! ”

"Hey!" Jason dissatisfiedly pushed Phil's hand on his collar, "Calm down! It's not murder! For God's sake, Phil, didn't you hear me when I explained it to you just now? ”

"What?" Phil was stunned, he was in a trance before he walked into the basement, and he didn't hear what Jason said.

"That fixed target is not a human, it's a mutant with a specific function!" Jason raised the gun again and pointed the muzzle at the "person" on the cart, "As long as it doesn't get its head smashed, it won't die, as long as you pick up the minced meat and add a little blood, it will soon be back to normal." ”

"You, using mutants as targets?" Phil's worldview began to crumble, and he unconsciously let go of his hand and muttered to himself, "Crazy, really crazy." ”

"What's this?" Jason looked disdainful, "It's his job, you know!" He couldn't afford food, couldn't find a job, and wasn't satisfied with the temple giving him his share on time, so he had to make money in this way. ”

With that, Jason pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun spewed fire, and the bullet slashed into the target's body, splashing scarlet and dazzling blood.

The sensation of hitting a human body apparently gave Jason a tremendous sense of pleasure (harmony) that a target could not give, and he couldn't resist the urge to fire one after another, sending strings of bullets to the walls or mutants, and dust and blood mist everywhere.

"Bang Bang"

The reverberating gunshots shook Phil's ears, and the strange bloodthirsty frenzy on Jason's face made Phil close his eyes.