Shadow of the Beautiful World

Go! Go!

On a certain street in Queens, several mutants were running away in a panic.

Behind them, several men with pistols were chasing them.

Those gunmen are not extremists, let alone thugs who take advantage of the fire,

They are ordinary people, ordinary people who have to take up arms in order to survive.

A few mutants who were kicked out of their homes dodged bullets shot from behind, they were not as powerful compatriots as the X-Men.

They're just one of the common mutants.

The most powerful among them can only smash the cup with sound.

Bullets are still deadly to them.

sorry!

Just when these mutants rushed to the other side of the street and were about to get rid of the pursuit of the ordinary people behind them, a roar-like roar sounded from the corner in front of them.

A man with a pistol and a baseball cap suddenly rushed out.

He shouted sorry while shooting at the panicked mutants in front of him.

The attack came so suddenly that the running mutants had no time to dodge.

A girl was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground, groaning in pain, while the other mutants stopped in their tracks.

They stood by their wounded compatriots.

In front of and behind them, men with guns surrounded them.

You guys are crazy!

Old Stan, who was driving by here, saw this.

The old man opened the car door angrily, he rushed out of the car leaning on his cane, and he and his shop assistant rushed to the helpless mutants.

The old man with brown sunglasses yelled at the gunmen:

They didn't hurt you at all! Do you believe what that lunatic said? Killing innocent people can't change anything!

The few ordinary people with guns did not speak.

They looked at me and I looked at you. After a while, they raised their guns and aimed at the mutants who were powerless to resist.

The clown spreads a rumor in the city that 900,000 people will be randomly selected from the city and killed.

Unless 50 heroes or 500 mutants are killed before the 2 hour countdown ends.

This is a very sinister and vicious intention.

No reasonable person would believe such nonsense.

But the screens in the streets and alleys and the beating countdown on the TV at home, in the beating of every minute and every second, will stir the more anxious heartstrings.

There are no longer beams of light shooting down in the sky, but as long as that damn ship is still there, the heavy pressure will always be on people's hearts.

There will always be weaklings who get crushed.

Then, driven by fear, they do terrible things.

sorry.

The assailant in the baseball cap turned his head away, he put his finger on the trigger, and he said incoherently:

We're not bad people and we've never done anything bad...but we have families and we have no choice...

You have family, don't they?

Old Stan, who was like an old lion, stood in front of the injured girl with a cane.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, he gritted his teeth and shouted:

If you want to live, they deserve to die?

So what if you kill all the mutants in this city? Do you think that lunatic will let us go?

Don't be stupid! I'm not a mutant, I'm just an ordinary person, but I also know how ridiculous it is to believe a lunatic!

Listen to me! Stop making mistakes!

The shout appeared to have awakened several of the gunmen.

They are actually hesitant.

Who knows if that crazy clown will keep his word?

Moreover, killing... This is far from being as simple as eating and drinking for ordinary people.

Time is ticking, my friends!

In the supermarket window by the side of the street, the disgusting voice of the clown sounded again from the dozen or so TVs placed there, and he pointed at the time that was jumping on the screen with an exaggerated expression.

He said:

It's been 20 minutes...you haven't made up your mind yet? Oh, I see, you're waiting for a supporter, and you think someone's going to help you, right?

In the next second, as the screen rotated, the projection was switched to outside the urban area, and a mobilized National Guard was entering the city.

Let me put some more pressure on you and help you make a choice.

Come on, honey.

The clown's voice-over sounded on the screen.

The next moment, in the live broadcast, beams of light from the sky bombarded the troops entering the city.

After the beam of light dissipated, the army of hundreds of people had suffered heavy damage. Three armored vehicles were destroyed by the beam of light. On the ground emitting gunpowder smoke, there were still wounded soldiers howling.

I think that's enough to make up your mind, friends. If you don't act!

The clown's voice became colder:

I'm going to give you a little 'punishment'.

The screen changed again, and an apartment building was included in the locked target.

The next moment, the dazzling beam of light slammed down, but it hit the grass in front of the apartment building, blasting out a huge mud-splattered pit.

If the beam of light deflected any further, it would kill that building and everyone in it.

This is a demonstration, but also a warning.

Don't hesitate, ordinary people, kill those superhuman freaks, are they nice to you? Why are you so persistent in protecting them?

please remember...

Your killing is to protect your compatriots, your relatives, friends, you are doing the right thing...

There is not much time, I will come to 'remind' you again in 20 minutes!

Snapped

The projection of the broadcast dissipated at this moment, and in the main control room downstairs of the Trident Building, the clown who once again threatened the city plucked his hair and threw away the microphone in his hand.

He straightened his collar and said to the others around him:

Okay, let's run away, we can't stay here anymore.

The fellow seized the golden apple at hand, and said in a menacing tone:

The terrible Superman may rush in the next moment and snap our necks fiercely.

Are we leaving just like that?

Harley Quinn was carrying a circus hammer, she asked in surprise:

Aren't you going to continue this game? Honey, once you leave here, Hydra will take back the main console, and your threat to the city will fail!

right.

The clown grinned and said:

They're going to get their big toys back, so those crazy guys won't hurt innocent people...

But here's the interesting part. People in the city don't know this... People nowadays are so stupid, they will believe everything...

Especially when it's a matter of life.

All they know is that there's a crazy ship overhead that's going to shoot bullets at any moment, all they know is that they could be dead the next moment, and that constant fear overwhelms them and drives them to do terrible things...

Human nature, heh.

He smiled disdainfully, pointed to the top of his head again, and said:

We don't need that stupid thing over our heads anymore, what I want to do is done...

Next, let's go to the last place and give freedom back to the cute omnic robots.

Ah, the flower of evil has been watered by fear, and it will bloom and bear fruit soon... the first innocent dead will appear, hatred will spread, and blood will spur revenge!

Go to the harmonious coexistence of the tm, go to the civilization of the tm, let's fight! Let's fight...

As the clown walked out of the underground control room under the guard of the controlled heroes, he waved his arms frantically:

Everything should return to the most primitive appearance, hate each other, kill each other, this is what this world should be like!

By the way, don't forget to destroy the information center, the game is only interesting if you keep it in the dark.

The clown who entered the elevator looked back at the silent clown behind him.

He didn't notice the tangled and unbearable flash in Harry's eyes, he said:

Speaking of which, honey, don't you think this city is getting more and more like our hometown Gotham?

Smell it, the smell of chaos in the air...

I've grown to like it, really!

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On the streets of Queens, the mutants and perpetrators surrounded by gunmen completely watched the screen on the street TV.

The old Stan who was standing in front of the young man sighed.

He sensed a change in the attitude of the hesitant gunmen around him.

What the clown did stimulated them, and the shadow and fear of death enveloped them.

They were terrified, and it was hard for them to calm down and think.

You saw it too!

The gunman wearing a baseball cap gritted his teeth. He looked at the mutant in front of him with red eyes. He said:

That maniac is pushing us, we have no choice...

Sorry, we really have no choice.

His fingers were trembling, he was incoherent, he pointed the gun at the old Stan in front of him, and said:

You're not a mutant, old man, get out of the way! I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just...

Don't think about it!

The guys around Old Stan silently stepped aside, but he himself gritted his teeth, spread his arms, and stood in front of the young men.

The stubborn old man said:

I've been on the battlefield, I've fought the devils, I've fought with heroes...

You can't scare me with these broken guns!

Bastard! How much energy and time did those people spend to eliminate the hostility between mutants and humans, but now you have to provoke it again...

You are a bunch of idiots, I will not allow you to do this!

You're a human! Bastard!

Another gunman stepped forward, and he shoved old Stan, who yelled:

If we don't kill them now, we will die...

You should be on the side of your people!

Do not be silly!

Old Stan, who had been punched several times in the face, swung his cane to push the gunman back. He also roared and shouted:

Are you a racist idiot too? Open your dog eyes and see! We are no different from them!

boom

While they were arguing, shots were fired.

Bullets flew across the wounded girl's hair, causing her to scream, and the other mutants began calling for powers, preparing to fight back.

No one wants to die!

A conflict was about to erupt.

enough!

A roar sounded at this moment, and Wolverine Logan in black and yellow combat uniform jumped off the roof.

He stood in front of his compatriots, blocked the bullets for them, and knocked down the gunmen to the ground amidst the sparks.

But it didn't kill them.

This city is messed up enough! Guys, stop making trouble.

Logan reached out and hugged the injured girl in his arms, and he took the mutants away.

After taking a few steps, he turned his head and looked at those ordinary people who were desperate.

Then he looked at Old Stan again, and Old Stan's eyes widened. He pointed at Logan and said:

You're... Logan! I've seen you! On the Rhine, you were part of the Howling Commandos! And you gave me a cigar!

I don't remember it, my memory is not very good.

A trace of confusion flashed across Logan's face, and he glanced at the surrounding situation.

He said to old Stan:

We have established defenses at the Xavier Mutant Academy, which can withstand the salvos of those motherships.

If you want to take your family to take refuge, we welcome all innocent people... but no weapons are allowed!

Tell this news to more people...

Logan reached out and patted Old Stan on the shoulder, and he said:

Brother, what you just said is very good, we should stop killing each other stupidly.

The downed gunmen dared not refute because of Logan's strength.

They watched Logan leave with several mutants, and they looked at each other.

Go tell the others about it.

Old Stan, who had been punched a few times just now, waved his hand at Logan. He turned around, snorted, and said to several others:

You guys, go and pick up your relatives, meet here, and let's go to the place where the mutants take refuge... Don't bring weapons, don't do stupid things!

I have a truck.

The man in the baseball cap suddenly said:

It's for cargo, it's kind of dirty, but it can carry a lot of people...I can drive it out.

Then what are you still doing?

Old Stan looked at several other people, he waved his crutches, and shouted:

Hurry up! Don't you want to live?

The shout woke the others, and they turned and rushed to their block.

After the others left, the man in the baseball cap looked back at Old Stan, and said with some guilt:

Thanks bro, if it wasn't for you...we, we would have...

That bastard's fist is really heavy, but that's okay.

Old Stan touched the bruise on his face. He looked at the city shrouded in chaos in a daze. The old man whispered:

Alas... look at all this, it makes me feel like I'm back on the battlefield, but this is much worse than the battlefield.

We can't wait for someone else to come and save us.

Old Stan waved to a few guys in his store to bring the car over, and he turned to the man in the baseball cap and said:

We have to save ourselves. But don't be afraid, someone will stand up and stop this, I know.

The old man snorted and said:

Someone will surely break this darkness...

Heroes will come on stage at this time and become a beacon to illuminate the darkness. We must have full confidence in them.

A man like a clown is nothing to be afraid of, believe me, he will fail...

He will die a terrible death!