New York, Brooklyn, a small restaurant.

Perhaps it was the mutant robbery of the other day that made New Yorkers travel less often, and there were not many diners in the restaurant, sitting in the corner and munching on sandwiches one after the other.

It was raining lightly outside, and the rain dripping from under the golden curtain of the restaurant was beating on the concrete floor, like a mellow female voice in a vinyl record player.

With a click, the glass door was gently pushed open, and Anduin shook off the splash on his computer bag and rubbed his mud-stained shoes on the stall.

"Hello, do you need something?"

The brown-haired waitress walked over with a business-like smile and a menu board in her hand.

"A serving of spaghetti with tomato beef sauce, a vegetarian sandwich and a glass of iced cola. ”

Anduin took off the scarf around his neck, threw it to the chair, and took out the heavy notebook from his bag and placed it on the table.

The rain was heavier, the sky was dyed inky, and the towering tall buildings were like titan giants, carrying the clouds that were gradually lowering.

Passers-by without umbrellas on the street cursed, carrying briefcases over their heads, hiding under the curtains of street shops, and some simply walked into small restaurants, ordered a meal, and waited for the rain to stop.

As the crowd poured in, the restaurant became crowded and lively, and the waitress walked between the back kitchen and the restaurant, with no time to stop.

"What a strange person. ”

She looked at Anduin in the corner and frowned.

In appearance, he is just an ordinary public face, wearing a cheap and rough inferior shirt, and he has a lazy and gentle smile on his lips, which almost engraves the "middle-aged crisis down-and-out man" on his head.

However, the waitress, who grew up in the lower class of New York, could clearly feel that there was a kind of visceral contempt engraved in the eyes of this guest, not some external objects such as wealth, appearance, or social status, but pure emptiness.

It's like a visitor to a zoo to see the monkeys.

The waitress pursed her lips, leaving her distractions behind, she needed to work hard and earn more tips to earn the start-up capital of the cake shop, which was the thing that made sense, rather than focusing on some old-fashioned middle-aged person who seemed to be a megalomaniac.

"Your pasta, vegetarian sandwiches, and Coke on the rocks," she asked, smiling brightly, as she slowly lowered her plate, "By the way, would you be interested in trying the cupcakes here?"

"Cupcakes, please bring me two. Anduin lifted his face from the computer screen, stared at the waitress's faceplate, and asked gently, "By the way, dear young lady, may I take the liberty of asking a question?"

The waitress raised her eyebrows, and she was the one who came to ask for the phone, although she enjoyed the feeling of being sought after, but she sincerely didn't want to have anything to do with this kind of down-and-out middle-aged person.

But for the sake of the beautiful tip, the waitress smiled and nodded.

Anduin happily escaped from the small palm-sized notebook, took out a pencil sharpened at both ends from his coat pocket, and asked solemnly, "Hasn't there been a vigorous mutant robbery recently?" I would like to ask you what you think of this matter. ”

What?The waitress was a little stunned, you turned out to be engaged in social investigations?

Stunned by the sudden situation, she disagreed with her previous sharp teeth, and said vaguely: "Uh..... I don't have a big opinion on this matter, it's just that criminals should be punished by law, or something. ”

Anduin spent a few strokes on the small notebook, and then asked: "Are you saying that this *** who uses the extraordinary abilities of mutants to carry out criminal activities should also be punished by the law that is common to ordinary people?"

The waitress couldn't understand the situation anymore, she instinctively wanted to take a step back, but found that she couldn't move at all, and the scrutinizing eyes of the down-and-out middle-aged person in front of her were staring at her, like a lion and tiger staring at a small beast trembling at her feet.

“.... It should be, after all, they are no different from ordinary people, and their extraordinary abilities are like normal people's hands, which can help them produce and work..."

After a second, and what seemed like countless years, Anduin finally withdrew his gaze, smiled apologetically at the waitress, and turned his head to look at the rather small television on the wall of the restaurant.

"The show begins. ”

Anduin whispered, words delivered to the waitress with precision and silence.

The boring talk show that was playing on the TV suddenly stopped, and as the gibberish continued to flow, an old face familiar to the general public appeared on it.

His name is Magneto, the leader of the Mutant Brotherhood, a wanted federal criminal who often carries out terrorist attacks, and an old enemy of the X-Men.

"Good evening, American people. ”

Like a televised speech by the president, Magneto began his speech with a smile.

"I stand here today, speaking not as Max Eisenhart, but as an ordinary American citizen. ”

His tone was not harsh and cold, but full of gentleness and kindness.

No matter how hoarse the head of the radio and television company shouted, no matter how much Nick Fury on the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier thundered, Magneto's voice was still faithfully transmitted to every television, radio, and mobile phone in the United States, so that his words could reach the ears of every federal citizen with unmistaken accuracy.

“.... There is no biological difference between mutants and ordinary humans, and more accurately, the definition of mutants is wrong. ”

Magneto took out a thick stack of documents and displayed them on the screen in turn, and those complicated genetic charts were concisely summarized into one sentence,

"The supernatural abilities of mutants come from the base pairs of special mutations, and the possibility of this mutation exists in every human being, in other words, all people can be defined as mutants with extraordinary abilities. ”

Magneto's tone was a little embarrassed, he shook his head on the giant screen in Times Square, and said slowly: "These promising achievements come from many scientists, including a doctor of biology from Starcher Bingsey, who was assassinated by the US military in the eighties of the last century for trying to publish such a research result.

The reason why they assassinated such an indisputable scientist was because his research report was likely to reveal the fact that mutants are human beings, and that our existence, like you in front of the television, is a living, federal constitution-protected American citizen, not a heterogeneous freak. ”

With that, Magneto took out his mobile phone, clicked on the push from Marvel Hut, and said to the 321 million citizens of the United States: "Citizens of the United States, please open your mobile phones and enter this website, which contains the most detailed history of the mutant transformation program led by William Stryker, as well as the list of senior federal government officials who know everything about the tragedy but choose to be indifferent."

If you don't want your children, parents, relatives and friends to be taken away by the army that suddenly broke into the house, and you don't want the people you cherish to be imprisoned in a dark dungeon for horrific biochemical experiments,

Then please don't be a spectator, act, shout, and use your right to free speech, which is protected by the First Amendment to the Federal Constitution, so that your voice can be heard by the Gongons who are high above the temple. ”

The old mutant leader slowly turned off the camera lens, delivering all the screen footage to the original information channel, and the lackluster talk show reappeared on the diner's television.

The waitress turned around in a daze, only to see that the strange guest who had been sitting on the seat had disappeared along with the food on the table, and only a bank card remained.

There is also a note attached to it: as a tip for you to receive a social survey as well as a good service.