The U.S. Federation does not have a long history, but immigrants from all over the world will integrate the traditional culture of their motherland into the U.S. federal society, making this young country a desirable cultural melting pot after absorbing the essence of various ethnic cultures.

In this magical land, people are always able to open their eyes to strange things that cannot be seen elsewhere, such as Chinese food that has never been seen by Chinese people but is very popular in the United States, such as the strange profession on the streets of New York.

In the Bronx, two young men in hooded sweatshirts walked briskly against the graffiti-covered walls, one of them covering most of his face with his hood and not squinting, while the other glanced at the graffiti on the wall from time to time, and his pace gradually slowed.

"Phil! Don't stop! The guy next to me doesn't look like it's easy to mess with, we're here to have fun, and I don't want to get in trouble. The short man who walked in front turned back and grabbed his companion's wrist, and the American Commonwealth usually values personal distance, and the only person who can make such a gesture without causing disgust is a close friend.

"I'm having fun, Jason." Phil pointed to the brightly colored graffiti on the wall and sighed, "Look at these artworks, what touching creations." ”

"Are you crazy? My cousin told me that these are all the work of street gangs, don't point fingers at their graffiti, they are all crazy people, and it doesn't matter if you say good or bad, as long as you dare to judge their creations, they will be rude to you! Jason looked nervously at the side of the road, where several strong men in leather coats and beards were looking out of the overcrowded laundry.

What could be worse and more dangerous than being targeted by a gang of gangsters in one of New York's most unsafe neighborhoods? Jason had heard rumors in the Bronx that a cousin had lost his wallet and papers in just ten minutes while walking through the neighborhood, and was seriously injured after he glanced at a gangster.

"You're overreacting, don't be so nervous, the Bronx was still the most secure administrative district in the 40s of the last century, and then because of the aging of the area, African and Latino immigrants gathered, which led to a spike in crime, but that was 40 years ago, Jason, we live in the 21st century, you really don't have to worry about being shot and killed when you walk on the street, the probability of that kind of thing happening, is lower than the probability of you falling down on the road." Phil calmly admired the graffiti on the wall and sighed, "Also, most of the graffiti artists who can paint this kind of work have no connection with the gangs, they are really poor people from the bottom, and they can't even afford spray paint cans and paints, so they can only steal them from the mall, so graffiti is called poor art." ”

"But art does not distinguish between rich and poor, think about it, Jason, a group of people who really have ideas, talents, and desire to express themselves, endure hunger and cold, in the wind and rain, and sway paint in the streets and alleys without asking for compensation, just to light up the boring world of pedestrians, just to let pedestrians take a look at their works, this is real art." Phil opened his arms and exclaimed in an exaggerated aria, "This is the meaning of life, express yourself, seek affirmation, do you feel Jason?" Thank you for bringing me here, I love this birthday present, I always thought you weren't interested in my graffiti hobby, I'm sorry. ”

"Hell, I really don't understand why I became friends with you, I'm so sad." Jason stretched out his hand to support his forehead, making a headache, "Do you think that I took the risk to take you to the most dangerous neighborhood in New York on your birthday?" Is this also fun? Open Google with a few clicks on the keyboard, and see as many as you want to see this picture! ”

"Huh?" Phil wondered, "And what are you going to surprise me?" ”

"Shut up, don't talk, follow me." Jason let go of Phil's hand and cautiously glanced at the laundry room across the street, where several strong men were still gathered in the same place to chat, and Jason breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking.

Phil reluctantly looked at the graffiti on the wall, unable to move his legs, and Jason, who was walking in front, turned his head and shouted angrily, "Come with me, idiot!" I promise you'll be able to forget all this shit in just a minute when you get to the club. ”

Jason was full of confidence, so Phil couldn't help but wonder about what he called the "club", and he knew very well the temperament of his friend, what kind of club could make Jason so impatient?

Is it the kind of party where you can touch a bottle of fine wine or a pack of high-quality marijuana? Or a **** club with lights, music and beautiful girls dancing together?

Expectant, Phil follows his friend Jason and walks into a remote street with old buildings that have fallen into disrepair.

"Are you sure you're not in the wrong place?" Phil tried not to show a look of disappointment, there could be any new club here, not even a decent bar in sight.

Jason was about to speak, when he heard a dull gunshot, which shook him.

However, unexpectedly, Jason did not run away with his head in a panic as Phil imagined, but nodded excitedly and shouted, "That's right, this is it!" ”

What the? What about the coward Jason who cowered and didn't dare to linger on the street when he saw a few strangers? Phil opened his mouth and faintly heard several more gunshots, heard coming from several houses in the street, most likely in the basement or warehouse.

"Gangster fire? Or is it a vendetta? Phil subconsciously wanted to step back, his face became very ugly, he didn't expect to encounter such a thing, "We have to get out of here quickly, and then call the police when we get to a safe place!" ”

"Why did you leave?" Jason grabbed Phil and smiled, "It's safe here, the gunshots you just heard came from the shooting range." ”

"Shooting range?" Phil looked left and right, this is clearly an old neighborhood, where did the shooting range come from?

"Yes, there are a lot of entertainment here, why don't we start with the 'shooting range'?" Jason's face flushed abnormally red, his eyes flashed with morbid fanatical excitement, the last time Phil saw Jason's appearance was at the prom, Jason caught a hot and unrestrained brown-skinned girl, ready to say goodbye to his innocent boyhood.

A sense of foreboding rose in Phil's heart, and he took a step back and asked, "Jason, you'd better tell me first, what the hell is this place?" ”

"It's a place where you can forget all your worries." Jason couldn't help but pull Phil into a three-story house.

As soon as he entered the door, a strong smell of blood and rancid stench hit his nose, and Phil tried to reach out to cover his nose, but his arms froze.

What's that thing up front!

The monster that barely managed to maintain its human form......

Mutants!