April 2029, sunny.

On the busiest street of the slums, an old truck is parked in front of the warehouse, and several workers are carrying crates of wine to the open wagon, and the sound of "beep beep" bottles colliding with each other echoes in your ears.

"Be careful, it's all beer, don't put it so heavy!"

Odoff scolded the workers as he tore open the box and took out a bottle of beer, and poured the whole bottle of wine into it, his face gradually turning red to the base of his neck.

"Odoff, drink less, I'll need you to drive later."

Rojo, who was leaning against the wall, coughed lightly twice, reminding the red-necked uncle Odoff.

"Little ghost, after so many days with Odof, you still don't believe in Odof's driving skills? Don't worry, even if I finish drinking a case, I'll still open it. ”

Odoff didn't care, took out another bottle of wine, gulped it down, slid the Adam's apple, burped for a moment, and said, "Besides, you can also drive, we can change shifts in advance." ”

"I didn't have a driver's license when I was underage, so I couldn't drive in the city."

Rojo was speechless, there was a long distance in the city later, and if he was stopped to check his documents, then the delivery order would have to end early.

"Well, it looks like two outlaw fanatics are together, don't worry, I know a path with few strips."

Odoff finished another bottle of wine before seeing the worker pull the door open and wave for the loading to be completed.

He touched it again and patted Rojo on the shoulder and said, "Trust me, get in the car and go." ”

"Whatever you want, I'm not that easy to get hurt anyway."

Rojo smiled, and reluctantly sat in the co-pilot, mainly following Odoff for a few orders, already familiar with the character of this red-necked uncle, rough and vulgar to go his own way, not a single tendon to listen to persuasion. However, the uncle has not dropped the chain, but he lacks professionalism in his work, and has a habit of drinking, and he can always see the hangover Odolph in bars and on the streets, according to his words, life is only wine and women.

"Damn, the radio is broken again."

Odove started the old wagon and drove to the highway, and the radio started with the engine, emitting a screeching electric sound, which made people feel extremely irritated.

"If you use the money from your drinks to fix the radio, you can listen to the radio tonight."

Rojo said, looking at the tattered external radio.

"I can listen to ...... tonight"

Odoff slapped the radio hard, and after a few smacks of rage, the sound of the current returned to normal, and the normal radio broadcast came one after another, "This rotten thing needs to be repaired." ”

Rojo was speechless, he really didn't know that the tattered radio could withstand several special repairs from the red-necked uncle.

"Zizizi..."

"Jason, this year 2029, the official did a brand new survey, and they found a brand new data that broke the past history, guess what?"

On the radio, the voice of the host was heard.

"I don't know... Rugby ratings drop? ”

"I guessed wrong, I also watched a rugby game with my family yesterday, and I would say that according to the latest survey statistics, there is a race that is moving away from us."

"You say this, I probably get it, mutants!"

"That's right, according to statistics, the last mutant who registered his birth was seventeen years ago, it's unbelievable!"

"Survival of the fittest, it's clear that mutants can't adapt, they're being phased out and are now on the verge of extinction!"

"Anyway, I haven't seen a mutant in years......"

“......”

Rojo's expression was complicated, a little unnatural, and he reached out to turn down the radio voice a lot.

For a moment, the interior of the car became quiet.

"Little ghost, I thought you would like to listen to the radio, but I don't know who was complaining just now, "If you use the money from drinking to fix the radio, you can listen to the radio tonight." ”

Odove drove the car with one hand, lit a cigarette, puffed out white smoke, listened to the radio content, and said with emotion: "God is really strange, to create a species, but to destroy them, once the X-Men were all the rage, and now even the mutant academy is deserted, it's really cruel." ”

"Survival of the fittest is just ......"

After hearing this, Luo Huo opened the window to ventilate, his handsome face faced the morning breeze, took a deep breath and said, "The old era has passed, and now it is a new era." ”

"The old era and the new era, that's a good point, but mutants have nothing to do with us."

Odove nodded, and switched the radio to the song channel again, not continuing the topic of mutants, mutants are too far away from ordinary people like them.

But......

The content of the radio station caused Rojo to fall into a brief contemplation.

Mutants are on the verge of extinction...

Old...

Does it really have nothing to do with him?

Rojo felt like a world away, now seventeen years have passed, the old era of mutants has long ended, and next year will be his eighteenth year through Marvel.

He never thought that he would come to the Marvel Universe, let alone become the last mutant to have normal fertility in the old era.

That's right, outsiders don't know that Rojo, who seems harmless to humans and animals, is actually a mutant, and even Odorf, who has been with him for a few months, doesn't know it.

After all, since the batch of birth registrations 17 years ago, mutants seem to have lost their ability to reproduce, and no mutant newborns have been born on this planet!

It is clear that the mutants of the universe are experiencing a catastrophe, the X-Men and Xavier Genius Academy have long since disbanded, no one thinks about the future of mutants anymore, the mutants of the old era are in the past tense, and the race is dying.

Rojo is unfortunate to be a victim of the old era's demise...

Even if he has been changing his identity for many years, hiding in the ordinary people, and living on the margins, he will be discovered sooner or later, and those people in the dark will not easily let go of mutants, in the Marvel Universe, it seems that human beings will never be able to coexist peacefully with mutants, and between the two races, either you die or I die.

Don't look at him now, he is quite stable, driving and delivering goods to make some money, in fact, such days are only a few months.

For more than a decade, he has spent most of his time on the run.

Even mutants have human rights, but he has been charged with a bunch of trumped-up crimes, according to the law, mutants are characterized as dangerous weapons, which can be killed anytime and anywhere, in order to prevent harm to society!

"The only thing I can rely on is my own mutant ability, so I have to grow faster......"

Rojo muttered to himself.

Thinking about it, the old truck drove through the bustling buildings, out of the city, into a deserted and remote road, this area is barren and inhabited, all as far as the eye can see, all loess, and the continuous Gobi desert, deserted. According to Odoff's idea, choosing a sparsely populated path can avoid being checked by the patrol police, although it is good to bribe in the country America, but there will always be some people who are more stubborn, and he does not want to delay the delivery trip because of drunk driving.

In the evening, as the drunken red shrouded, the sunset gradually sank into the horizon, and Odoff, who had been driving all day and had eaten a few hamburgers halfway, was already sleepy and dozed off, and seemed to be about to fall on the steering wheel in the next second.

"Odolph, do you want to change me?"

Seeing this, Rojo was really afraid that people would fall asleep in the next second.

"Good idea..."

Odoff yawned and stepped on the brakes to stop, but his eyes inadvertently saw the outline of a building on the horizon in the distance.

His eyes lit up suddenly, "It looks like a desert tavern, we can go and rest for the night before leaving!" ”

"Come on, you can still see so far away?"

Rojo glanced at the navigation map and said, "And the map doesn't show that there are taverns on this section." ”

"Trust the instincts of alcoholics."

Odoff was full of confidence, with the tavern in front of him, he was originally sluggish, but he instantly became energetic and drove the truck forward at great speed.

Rojo shook his head helplessly, but fortunately, the situation was as expected, the building in front of it was really a tavern, it seemed to be newly opened, and even the paint on the sign looked so new and translucent.

However, when Rojo got out of the car and noticed many motorcycles with the same style and uniform logo printed on them, he couldn't help but frown when he got out of the car, it seems that this tavern is very popular with a certain gang.

He wanted to warn Odof, but the red-necked uncle ran into the tavern in a hurry, and said, "Sure enough, trust the drunkard's instincts!" ”

Rojo walked into the tavern, and immediately more than a dozen people looked at it at the same time, each with some similar clothing, but they just looked at it and then withdrew their gaze.

"What do you want to drink?"

At the bar, the bartender asked Rojo and Odoff.

"Two beers first."

Odoff didn't notice the tavern's uniform-like guests, so he took out his money and slapped it on the table.

"I don't drink."

Rojo shook his head and refused, he rarely drank when he was out of order, especially in a tavern with such a strange atmosphere, and he should be sober.

"It's not interesting, I used to be your age, and no one can drink it better than me."

Odoff picked up his glass and poured a large glass of wine in one gulp, his beard covered in white beer foam.

"So now you can only drive a truck to make deliveries, and live a messy ...... every day"

Rojo complained as he looked around with his peripheral vision.

"Shet..."

Odoff was speechless for a moment, so he put down his glass, smacked his lips, and said displeasedly: "This beer is really bad, it is unpleasant." ”

"I think these beers are some of the best in the area, and we brew them in our pub."

The bartender glanced at the red-necked uncle and wiped his glass.

"Then you haven't drunk any good wine, this thing is like water."

Odoff didn't think so, but took another sip.

"Dude, tell me what beer is the best?"

Suddenly, a motorcyclist came up to the side, leaned on Odoff's right side, and asked slowly.

"I'm parked in that van outside, and every bottle of beer is better than this!"

Odoff said proudly.

"You mean, that truck out there is full of beer?"

The motorcyclist's eyes flashed strangely, and he glanced at the truck outside, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a trace of arc.

"What, you want to drink?"

Odoff drank two large beers, red to the base of his neck, and spoke a little dazed.

"Idiot ......"

Rojo frowned and muttered in his heart, this guy doesn't just want to drink, it seems that he wants the whole car of beer outside......