Daisy in Marvel World

Chapter 542 The Death of Dickon Firth

Old Otto Strucker thought he had eliminated the mutant cells in his son's body, and his life's hard work was not in vain. Unfortunately, the good times didn't pass for a few years. His son grew up, married and had children, and formed his own family.

The granddaughter and grandson were born one after another, and the 60-year-old was stunned when he saw the same cellular characteristics as his parents.

After two generations, mutant cells reappeared. Although the cells have not yet reached the stage of manifestation, these cells have been studied for a lifetime, and some subtle features all explain one thing.

Most of his sons have not been cured, and now he has passed it on to his grandchildren through inheritance. Old Otto feels that his efforts for more than 30 years have been in vain.

The originally slack research work became tense again. It happened that old Worthington was kidnapped by Stryker because of his son, the mutant Worthington III code-named "Angel". Investing in research labs.

Old Otto has been working overtime today. He has to find the common ground between himself and ordinary mutants, and on the basis of this, he has to make more refined and improved inhibitor experiments.

He drove back to the apartment alone. He was already very old. If he didn't rest well and his head was dizzy, he wouldn't be able to do tomorrow's research.

Forced himself to stop thinking, he passed by a convenience store and bought some milk and food for tomorrow morning.

When he was passing a corner, he found a child with an invisible face curled up between two trash cans. The footsteps of old Otto as he passed by woke him up. When the child looked up, he happened to meet the old man's eyes. Then the child quickly lowered his head and shrank himself into the trash can.

A little beggar, old Otto is not the Virgin, he doesn't want to meddle.

After the Great War in New York, in order to prevent foreigners from talking nonsense, the New York City government cleaned up the homeless people on the street twice. On the street, the number is not only not small, but has increased a lot.

Old Otto took two steps forward, the child's desolate and pitiful eyes echoing in his mind.

He sighed, although his forehead was troubled, but it was not to the point where he couldn't survive.

Turning around and walking back, taking out the hamburger I bought while walking, I can help to this extent.

"Take it, let's eat." Old Otto handed over the hamburger, but the child's reaction was very strange. Instead of accepting it, he shrank his body back inside.

Um?Um! !Old Otto, as an old man, is still caring. He thought that the other party was afraid of strangers, so he put the burger in front of the other party.

At this time, he felt a strange force field surrounding him. As the son of the twins of Fenrir, he is also a mutant, but he developed and injected inhibitors according to his own blood characteristics. The device also failed to detect that he was actually a mutant.

But when he was approaching five meters in front of the child, a horrifying thing happened. The mutant cells in his body suddenly broke through the blockade of the inhibitory medicine, and then they were completely suppressed by another force field in less than half a second. down.

Old Otto was certainly not an Omega-level mutant. He didn't know much about the changes in the cells in his body, but he could feel the sudden change. A strange force completely restored his mutant cells to normal cells.

"This is?" He raised his left hand, wanting to check his condition, but no matter how hard he tried, the ability he hated before seemed to have completely disappeared.

"God!" Although he is not a genius in research, old Otto has lived to be 60 years old, and the basic logical relationship can still be sorted out. Mutants with abilities.

Treasures, God's gift, many words of praise came to old Otto's mind, he wanted to bring this child back to the Worthington Research Institute, maybe his blood was the good medicine to undo the mutant gene.

"Otto Strucker?" Just as old Otto was jumping for joy, he heard someone calling his name behind him.

He turned his head quickly, and saw a few men and women with sullen temperament and heavy makeup surrounding him at this corner.

Several people wore all kinds of messy accessories, a lot of nose rings and lip rings, like a group of street hooligans.

"I'll give you the money, leave now, or I'll call the police." It wasn't the first time that Otto was robbed. Usually, this kind of situation is to save money and eliminate disasters. Street gangs also have their own rules, and they won't kill people easily.

"You're not an American, you're from Europe. Do you have a baron among your relatives and friends?" Dickon Firth observed secretly for a long time, and there was nothing unusual about Old Otto. He felt that this guy should be an ordinary person. After all, people with supernatural powers are not everywhere these days. If even a 60-year-old man is afraid, he will be ashamed.

After grasping the opponent's whereabouts, Dickon Firth personally went into battle to arrest him.

"The baron?..." Some of the letters, records, and diaries of the Fenrir twins are in the hands of old Otto. He knows from clues that his ancestor was a German baron. In his opinion, this baron should have died long ago. up.

He is 60 years old, his neck is buried in the soil, and he calls another person grandpa with his head full of white hair?Totally impossible.

The question is, does my grandfather have any inside story?A group of street hooligans came to ask about their ancestors in the middle of the night?

Old Otto had done research all his life, and he was definitely not as good as Dickon Firth who was dawdling on the streets in terms of dealing with people. The subtle changes in his eyes were spotted by the vampire.

"Haha, it seems that you know this Baron, that's great, come with me." Dickon Firth walked slowly towards Old Otto.

"Don't come here, I'll shoot you if you come here again!" The old man took out a pistol from his back waist and pointed at Dickon Firth with a trembling wrist.

The vampires let out a burst of laughter. Their eyes were sharp and they were also very sensitive to breath. The old man used ordinary bullets, and this pistol was not a magic-destroying weapon. Not to mention the power and speed of the vampire, even if it hit the body, it would be damaged by the muscles. Squeeze out.

I have never heard of a vampire killed by an ordinary bullet these days.

Dickon Firth has been stimulated by Wanda and Quicksilver recently, and now he finally found a sense of superiority in Old Otto. He pressed on every step, and the distance between the two sides was less than ten meters. He walked in slowly.

Um?The sudden strange force field made him feel a shudder in his cells. Before he could understand what happened, old Otto's gun went off.

There was a muffled "bang", and sparks shot out from the muzzle of Old Otto's gun. As a researcher, he naturally had no good marksmanship, but the distance between the two sides was so close, and it was impossible to miss it.

Dickon Firth looked down at the blood hole in his chest with disbelief on his face.

(End of this chapter)