"Werther. Fujimori. Age 18 years old...... The family situation is modest, and there is a father who has been discharged from the battlefield in Vietnam but has become addicted to morphine because he was injured in battle. Your mother worked as a nurse, but two years ago she ran away with a small businessman because of poverty, and your father became an alcoholic. If there are no accidents, you will be admitted to a second- or third-rate university after high school, and you will live a few years of debauchery and poverty on the subsidy of the state, and then work in a job with little prospect......".

"You're investigating me?!" Werther's eyes froze, although he had just judged that this unscrupulous man was likely to be eyeing him, but when the other party shook out his information, Werther's heart was still very shocked, and even had a faint bad premonition.

If it weren't for the fact that he was too confident in his ability to escape with his 'teleportation' ability, Werther would have run away by now!

"yes, to better deal with ...... No, it should be you, and we will naturally evaluate your information. What do you think? I now give you two options, one is to work with us and become one of us. The second is ......" Before the man could finish his words, Witt suddenly teleported into the kitchen, pulled the drawer, and in the drawer that was supposed to contain various types of soup spoons, there was a revolver with good bullets!

Bang bang!!!

Without even taking too many aims, Werther fired four shots at the other man, and Werther's father, who was an addict, was a good boy after all. Before leaving, he had taught Witt to shoot, and after he returned, although the father and son spent less time together because of drug addiction, the old Fujimori, who suffered from mental illness on the battlefield, carried a pistol with him every day, and there were weapons and ammunition hidden everywhere at home, which naturally affected Witt.

Especially in the year when the ability awakened and the theft began, Werther naturally prepared this kind of emergency measure.

The next moment.

Almost instinctively, Witte remembered his father's words of 'shifting positions' and 'finding cover' after countless drunken times.

With a bang, Werther moved six meters into the living room again.

And then.

He saw the man still standing on the second floor, unharmed.

Haven't dealt with other mutants though.

But at this point, Werther also roughly guessed that the other party's identity was similar to his own...... 'Is it someone like me?' Mutant World ...... Does it really exist? I remembered some of the hidden information I had found from various sources. Werther began to confirm some of his guesses.

"The second is ...... Take you back. And throw it to the perverted lunatics in the lab. The man shook his neck, and an uncomfortable look appeared on his face.

He described the group of people in the lab as 'crazy', and added 'perverted' in front of it to emphasize the description, apparently the people in the lab gave him very bad memories.

Werther, however, didn't know any of this.

But hear the lab. Where will he be restrained?

A series of images of unplaning, experimenting, and slicing flashed through my mind. Werther decided to get out of here before taking the long view.

Bang!

Werther disappeared into the room.

"Ahh A short scream came from the roof of the building across from the apartment.

Werther, already unconscious, fell to the ground and convulsed. Several suits in insulated shoes surrounded him, and after taking a look at Werther's condition, he gestured to his companion behind him.

The man cut off the power.

At this time, a closer look can reveal that the roof of this building has been splashed with a thin layer of water! There are also many energized copper wires winding on it!

After 10 minutes. It was not life-threatening, but he was put in a psychiatric restraint suit, a hood, handcuffs with a tracker, and shackles with iron balls...... And Werther, who had been injected with debilitating drugs and anesthetics, was carried into an ambulance with the words 'Rehabilitation Psychiatric Hospital'.

……

When Werther woke up again, he felt that his whole body was sore, and his brain was dizzy, as if he had been sleepy for a long time but did not want to get out of bed after only a short sleep.

Remembering what he had experienced before he fell unconscious, Werther got up from the ground in horror, but he didn't want to tripped over something and almost fell!

Looking down, Werther was horrified to find that the thing that tripped him over was actually an iron chain that was stuck on his ankle!

This is something that Werther himself has experimented with.

Teleportation is powerful, but it can't move anything on your body - not your clothes, your watch, or even the chains that are tied to you.

Knowing that he had been tricked, Witt looked around, only to find that he was in a slightly rectangular room of about 9 square meters.

It's kind of like an interrogation room.

The six walls are all covered in flax white soft wrapping, with a large mirror on the longer wall and an iron door on the small wall that adjoins it.

The setup in the room is very simple.

There was only a long table of iron or steel, and three corresponding chairs.

Werther stepped forward and sat down, only to find that the tables and chairs were all fixed to the ground.

This room configuration immediately made him understand...... The person who captured him was obviously not an ordinary person, and it was likely a huge organization with a lot of experience with mutants like him.

'Is it the secret arm of the government?' ’。

Werther's mind began to wander.

Although after the ability awakened, Werther had already relied on the ability to gain a lot of wealth and insight that ordinary people would not have been able to obtain in their lifetime...... However, he was only a young man who had just turned eighteen.

Usually has a special ability, naturally full of confidence.

But when the ability is restricted...... The weak side of the heart is naturally exposed.

Bang dang.

The observation window on the iron door was opened, and a pair of eyes looked in coldly from the outside, and then quickly moved away.

"Hey!" No sooner had Witt shouted than the door opened.

In this short moment, Witt could see a guard and two white-collar people outside the door.

The two walked in.

The guards closed the door again from the outside.

The two walked to the table and sat down, flipped through the folder in their hands, and the middle-aged man who was older glanced at Werther: "Werther. Fujimori? ”。

"It's me, who are you? Why kidnap me?! I ask to see a lawyer! Witt said quickly.

However, this barrage of questions went unanswered.

"Eighteen? Graduated from Orange Town Public High School? Father is ......" is another series of confirmation messages.

This made Witt feel that something was wrong.

He knew very well - the more sensible the other party was, it obviously meant that they had seen more mutants, and that was why they were so "handy" at dealing with these things! (To be continued......)