Mutants' Daily Life [Comprehensive British and American]

The Adventures of Carlos Scott

During the teaching process, the Winter Soldier would often mutter the last sentence when the "demo subject Scott" fell to the ground: "I've shown mercy, kid!"

Scott always thought he said that on purpose.

However, when he took Carlos with him, he met this weird man in the cinema.

He finally realized that what Mr. Barnes, nicknamed the Winter Soldier, said was probably... indeed true.

Because the moves that the strange, vicious-looking man used at the beginning coincidentally happened to be the same as the Winter Soldier, and they all came from the fighting skills in the army.

This is why Scott was able to grab Carlos and run together while taking the opportunity to escape under the opponent's fierce offensive. He was thrown by the Winter Soldier so many times before, although his head still couldn't keep up, his body instinct The reaction can still keep up. However, although the moves are the same, it is different from the Winter Soldier in teaching. He always subconsciously restrains his murderous aura so as not to scare the students. The ferocious momentum and strong murderous aura can only be obtained after countless blood.

He was like a tiger descending the mountain, pounced on him in an unstoppable posture.

Scott only felt that at that moment, his hairs really stood on end, as if he was being targeted by some kind of large carnivorous beast, and he could hardly raise the emotion of resistance. His first reaction was to 'run away' quickly .

Therefore, although he dodged a few moves, in the end he just pulled Carlos and started running forward desperately.

Carlos was staggered by being pulled at first, and ran a few steps, but because of curiosity, he turned around in a daze, and was immediately taken aback by the man who jumped several times in a row and was so close!

That man wasn't just a matter of his ferocious appearance. He had an almost malicious smile on his face, but his eyes were full of crazy brutality and bloodthirsty.When he saw Carlos turn his head back, he showed a ferocious smile, mercilessly waving his paw at Carlos with a pouncing gesture. At this time, the child was still standing there stupidly...

Scott was in a hurry at this time, regardless of his lack of training and poor control ability, he took off his glasses and shot two laser beams at the man.

At the same time, he groped around to put his glasses back on, grabbed Carlos again and shouted, "Don't just stand there, run!"

The two of them stumbled and continued to run.

The man avoided Scott's laser beam sensitively. Seeing them taking the opportunity to run away, he couldn't help but sneered: "It's useless for you to resist. With these two moves, you are still no match for my saber-toothed tiger."

Scott ignored it completely, he just buried his head and pulled Carlos to run.

At this time, Carlos finally came back to his senses. He didn't care about concealing his mutant identity, so he poked two holes in his jacket, spread his wings flappingly, jumped into the air, and began to take the lead Flying forward with fluttering wings, he was the first to guide the way: "Scott...quick, left, right...turn left, go forward...run!"

Scott had just released the energy with all his strength, his eyes were burning hot, and he put on his glasses in a hurry, his eyes were blurry red, he was a little dizzy and didn't know where to run, when he heard Carlos' voice, he didn't even look at the road Yes, trustingly followed Carlos' instructions, and ran all the way to his death.

But no matter how they ran, they couldn't get rid of the man who called himself a saber-toothed tiger behind him.

Saber-toothed tiger? !

At this time, Carlos had an idea and said very wittyly: "Quick, Scott, let's go up the tree!"

Then, the two people were nicknamed saber-toothed tigers, not real saber-toothed tigers, and now the man who was so amused to death by laughing, slapped them down from the tree one by one, gave them an injection of anesthesia, and threw them into the cage.

When I finally regain consciousness and wake up.

Carlos felt exhausted, but still couldn't help complaining with a mournful face: "The animal world is so deceitful, how can a tiger climb a tree?"

Scott lay powerless on the other side of the cage, his body was tied with a rope, his eyes were blocked by a special blindfold, his face was pale, and his whole body appeared to be in a state of lovelessness.

And... more than being caught, what caused him to be fatally hit, overwhelmed with pain, puzzled, and covered with dark clouds was: "It's okay for that bastard Carlos to be stupid, but I'm also stupid... stupid... Are you really going to climb a tree?!!!"

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The next day, Professor Charles finally hurried back to X Academy from Scovia.

"What's going on?" He pushed the wheelchair and asked hastily at the door before he walked in.

"Scott, Carlos, Jean, and Katie played hooky yesterday. They split into two groups, one for shopping and one for watching movies. But in the afternoon, Jean and Katie, who went shopping, came back and went to see Scott and Carlos in the movie were nowhere to be found. James and I went to find out that the roof of the movie theater had been shot with laser light. At the same time, some passers-by said that there was indeed a big man with a fierce appearance chasing freshmen. Two little boys..."

Hank suppressed his anxiety and explained the matter patiently and simply.

The Winter Soldier stood aside expressionlessly. Although he didn't say anything, his expression was full of worry.

In fact, he was under more pressure than everyone present.Because, he believes that most of the responsibility for the disappearance of these two children lies with himself. If he had been more careful yesterday, noticed that they were truant from school, and brought them back in time, the disappearance would not have happened. .

Regarding this, Hank patted him on the shoulder understandingly, but he also knew that it was useless to persuade him at this time, so he didn't say anything more.

"Abducted? Who would arrest two children?" Alex, who was worried about his brother and Carlos, whispered.

Others didn't respond to this sentence, but Howard instantly thought of some things, some secrets about the US military when he was still the head of Stark Industries.

But under the premise of uncertainty, he didn't express his guess at the first time, but kept thinking rapidly in his mind.

Mrs. Maria standing aside was also in a hurry.

She didn't notice her husband's expression, and couldn't help saying in a series: "Carlos is so young, how could someone catch him? It's too much! Professor, can we find them quickly? Shall I call Tony?" Give him a call, ask him to contact the New York Police Department or something, and more people can help find it? Or, is it possible that they were not arrested, but they just got lost by themselves?"

"I'm afraid you can't find the police. If something involving mutants is involved, the school will be exposed." Hanke said rationally, "The best way is to let Charles use the brainwave search device to find him."

Alex subconsciously looked at Charles, and asked slightly expectantly, "Professor, can you find them?"

"Go to the brainwave search device first and look for it. If we can't find it, we'll think of other ways." Charles said decisively.

Alex directly helped him push the wheelchair to go out, but saw the other two parties who played truant at the door.

Jean's face was always pale. Before they came out, she sat outside motionless, like a statue; Katie was sobbing softly, with a terrified and guilty expression.

Neither of them thought that just playing truant would lead to the disappearance of their two friends.

If Carlos and Scott are never found again, or if something happens to them, then...

I just didn't dare to think about it any more.

The moment Professor Charles saw the two of them, he immediately signaled Alex to stop.

Finding the missing student was important, but it was equally important to appease the other two students who were about to break down.

He gently stretched out his hands towards the two girls, and said to them in a calm but firm tone: "Jin, Katie, listen to me. When you came to this academy, you have already entrusted your trust to me." It was placed on me, and I am very grateful for that. So, now, I beg you, this time, to give me a little more trust."

"Trust me, believe that I will find Carlos and Scott. Then, I will bring them back safely."

Qin and Katie's tense emotions suddenly relaxed.

Katie cried and threw herself into Professor Charles's arms; Qin held the professor's hand tightly and said with a pale face, "Please let me help, Professor."

After being caught from the movie theater, Scott and Carlos were put in a cage like two consigned animals, and they were transported to an unknown laboratory on a plane that day.

Scott's Cyclops was easy to spot, and he was dragged away almost immediately by men in white coats.

Carlos has no sense of crisis yet.

Scott was afraid that he would be afraid, so when he was dragged away, he still had a pale face, curled his lips and smiled at him, saying that he would be back in a while.

Therefore, although Carlos was a little disturbed, he did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

When it was his turn, because Saber-toothed Tiger said he was a flying mutant.

Therefore, although he was wearing children's sunglasses, no one compared the glasses that were obviously a certain brand-name counter product without any modification and processing with Scott's red quartz glasses.

Researchers thought it was a child's toy, but the real mutant ability should be the two wings on the back.

Then, he was discriminated against...

A researcher in white clothes asked: "Is this not growing up? Why are the wings so small?"

"Probably not, it has nothing to do with age. I have seen a mutant who also has wings. I guess you have heard of it, the future heir of the pharmaceutical tycoon Worthington III family. When that person was about the same age, his wings were very Bigger, stretched out, at least twice his size," said another researcher.

"That's stunted?"

"It's also possible that the direction of evolution is different. You know, there are many kinds of birds. There are eagles, but there are also sparrows. The woman in the glass cabinet... the earliest woman who could fly also had wings, but it was a dragonfly's wings... ..."

"Nonsense, I am not a sparrow, and I have nothing to do with a dragonfly! I am a god! Don't you think my wings are more beautiful and authentic? The color is correct, the shape is beautiful and delicate, and when I fly, it is flexible and agile. It's easy to use."

"Also, please be sensible, don't be so superficial, not all 'big' are good! To give an example that everyone knows, some men are big, but they ejaculate prematurely!"

Carlos couldn't help but reasoned and said: "Besides, my wings are not small at all, but they haven't finished moulting yet. In fact, moulting is not good at all. Getting bigger is getting bigger. But it will also become harder and harder. For example, when I shed my feathers for the first time in the spring of the previous year, I saved them up and made myself a small feather pillow, which was soft and comfortable; when I moulted for the second time last year At that time, the feathers that fell off were obviously not as soft and comfortable as the first time, but they were not so useful..."

Several researchers looked at each other.

One minute later, Carlos was wailing and was roughly thrown into the cage, and the children's sunglasses fell off.

But it is not as sad and sad as the incident of "two wings were brutally shaved off"!

So he stopped picking up his glasses, and stared at everyone he saw with tears in his red eyes.

After about two or three hours, Scott was held up and thrown back into the cage half dead.

"Are you okay, Scott?" Carlos rushed over and asked with concern.

Scott, who had been pricked several times around the eyes and was given another injection of anesthesia, had a pale face, and asked worriedly while resisting nausea, weakness, splitting headache and eye pain. : "What about you? Are you okay?"

Carlos was calm at first, picked up the small sunglasses from the ground, and put them on his face again, but when he was asked, he remembered the beautiful feathers on his wings again.

He pursed his mouth, and couldn't help feeling sad: "I probably can't do it..."

Scott couldn't even care about the headache, and he was almost stunned by him, thinking that something serious happened to him.

He struggled to sit up, and groped Carlos' body anxiously. His hands and feet were all there, and they were quite complete... He checked all the places, but they were all fine, and there was no feeling of injury.

Because he couldn't see, he looked even more anxious, and he asked a series of questions: "Carlos, what's wrong with you, are you injured there?"

"I... I'm disfigured..."

"...??"

"Sir, do you want to send the two mutants, one big and one small, newly caught by the saber-toothed tiger to the island first?"

A researcher asked for instructions.

Colonel William Stricker continued to check the experimental plan in the computer, and replied: "What are the abilities?"

"The older one can emit energy beams from both eyes. The specific power level has not been formally tested, but the genetic samples have been collected; the younger one has a pair of wings and can fly."

After thinking about it for a while, Colonel Stryker replied: "I don't have time to take care of them for the time being. Lock them up and don't let them run away. At present, I only care about Logan. He should be able to come to participate in the experiment tonight. Our experimental equipment is fully equipped. Has it been tested?"

"Everything has been tested, there should be no problem."

"I don't want 'should', I want this experiment to be flawless from beginning to end, double check."

"Yes, sir."

In the cage, after listening to Carlos's so-called "disfigurement" crying about "losing his feathers", Scott didn't feel fluctuated, and just wanted to shoot him into the sky with laser light.

'If the feathers are gone, is it called disfigurement?Still crying like you're about to die? '

"Although I should be kind and patient with children who are older than myself, this guy is simply consuming my patience anytime and anywhere..."

Scott rested his head on his hands, and thought weakly: "If all children are like this, I really want to suggest to the professor that there must be an age limit for enrollment in the future. If there is such a one in the school, it will be troublesome enough."

"...My mood is like entering the Hades, the whole world is darkened."

Carlos was still rambling about his sad mood: "Scott, how can humans be so bad? It is too disrespectful and casual to treat gods, especially such an important god as me! Although I have a good temper, but If they do this, they will easily lose me, and they will definitely lose their children and grandchildren in the future..."

Although he couldn't see anything for the time being, Carlos's voice was clearly distraught, especially when he used the more extreme curse of 'cutting off children and grandchildren'.

But Scott didn't take it seriously at all, because when Carlos was in school, he often said that he was a god.But most of the people in the school are mutants, and everyone has their own superpowers.Facing a little guy who 'looks the same as himself except for his abilities', he only took this sentence as his mantra, and almost no one believed it.

So, Scott really wanted to tell him the fact that 'that group of people wouldn't mind losing you as an unreliable son of a bitch'.

But after thinking about it, in such a difficult situation, let Carlos comfort himself, it is better than worrying all the time, and crying and making a scene.

He had no choice but to cough twice to hide the speechlessness on his face, and endured the slight pain in his head. The topic in Carlos became more and more biased, from the question of "cutting off children and grandchildren" to the question of "which is better to have a boy or a girl" When it was time to go up, I patiently spoke again, trying to correct all the off-track style of painting that Carlos had brought back.

... In such a dangerous and frightening place, can we be a little more serious?

"This is a human laboratory, we have to find a way to escape as soon as possible, Carlos."

He pretended to be tired and leaned on Carlos' small shoulder, tilted his head slightly, and whispered in Carlos' ear.

Carlos stroked his chin with a solemn expression, and remained silent for a long time.

"What are you thinking?" Scott asked slightly uneasy in the quiet environment because he couldn't see.

"I'm trying to imitate what other people, such as my brother or my mother, would do in such a situation." Carlos replied, "I can't think of the former, but the latter will probably use beauty tricks... "

Scott looked dazed, not knowing what to say.

"Forget it, imitating them has no reference value at all." Carlos frowned in frustration.

But obviously, he wasn't always so unreliable, and the following analysis was quite methodical: "Actually, before you came back, I observed quietly that the cage was surrounded by high-voltage electricity, and it was about two or three meters outside. Far away, there is a group of guards holding guns."

"Are there many guards? If I stop them with laser light, is it possible for you to escape from the air first?" Scott asked solemnly.

Carlos glanced at him in surprise, a little touched, cleared his throat, patted his shoulder and said: "Your dedication to the gods is worthy of encouragement and praise. I am very moved, but Not very feasible."

Scott deadpanned: 'Why do I want to shoot him into the sky as soon as he talks? '

"Although you can block some of the guards with laser light, who knows if there are any guards behind... Moreover, your laser light is currently unreliable! Charles told me that the stronger the ability, the greater the energy required To supply the output. You are almost out of control now, you can’t control your ability completely, and you can’t grasp the size of the energy output each time. Once you make a move, you can only go all out to enlarge the move. Basically use it once or twice, and the energy will be reduced. It will run out in an instant."

As he spoke, Carlos sighed.

He looked at Scott with a very sympathetic look and said: "Seriously, Scott, your ability, I can sum it up in one sentence now - charging for two hours, talking for 5 minutes. In short , There is no durability at all, a man's shame."

Scott: Don't stop me, I'm going to let him go to heaven!

"So, after thinking about it, even if I can escape, I can't escape far..."

"Are you just sitting there waiting to die?"

"Can you change the word with a little momentum? Like waiting for an opportunity?"

"I don't want to listen to you anymore, please shut up."

"Who am I talking non-stop for? It's not because you, a blind man, can't see things, and you're afraid of the darkness around you."

"I'm not blind, and I'm not afraid of the dark, thank you very much." Scott gritted his teeth word by word.

"Oh, you're welcome." Carlos replied politely.

Well, even if it's locked in a cage, it's still a day of seeing and hating each other.

x Academy,

Charles took off the brainwave search device in disappointment: "I can't find both of them."

"Why can't you find it?" Alex asked a little anxiously.

"There are two possibilities. First, the distance is too far, which is beyond my ability; second, they are in a place that can shield my ability."

Charles squeezed the space between his brows, trying to calm himself down: "Hank has already gone to investigate the surveillance cameras in the movie theater that day. Maybe, we can change our thinking and investigate the mutant who caught them, and look at his What is the source of identity, if it can be found, there should be clues..."

Alex had no choice but to push the wheelchair. As soon as he came out of the room of the brainwave search device, he saw Howard waiting for them at the door.

"Mr. Stark?" Charles asked suspiciously.

"I have a little information there, I don't know if it can be used." Howard replied.

One minute later, three people came to the meeting room, and Howard found out all the information he could find.

"William Stryker."

He casually took a file with a one-inch photo on the table, and said lightly: "I am not familiar with this person, but you know, the Stark family has always had a close relationship with the military. So, I heard Some people in the military mentioned that he once had a team of very elite soldiers with miraculous abilities, with a 100% mission completion rate, but they were disbanded for unknown reasons. After that, he has been lobbying the military to give him Investing, developing what biological weapons program..."

"Is it aimed at mutants?" Professor Charles asked subconsciously.

"Maybe, because I was not very interested in this aspect at the time, so I didn't pay much attention to it. I just vaguely knew that he had a secret laboratory in which some people with abnormal abilities were used for human experiments. Later, I guessed it should be mutants. people."

Howard replied with disdain: "As we all know, after Captain America, there are always a few third-rate scientists who use some extremely low-level methods to try to create a second Captain America. But it turns out that they all failed. Captain America Only one. Sorry, I accidentally digressed."

The old man with white hair stopped talking in embarrassment.

Charles gently indicated that it was okay, and made a gesture asking him to continue.

Howard then nodded slightly, and said sarcastically in his inherently arrogant tone: "I thought William Stryker was very funny at the time, he wasn't even a scientist, and he was trying to do some human experiments and open some experiments." Laboratories, research institutes. I have to say, sometimes, the threshold for scientists is really low.”

"But there are always some fools who like to fund some inexplicable things. His secret laboratory was finally established. I have never paid attention to it, and I don't think he will succeed..."

Howard spread his hands slightly, and said helplessly: "But if Scott and Carlos were really captured by him, then it seems that this laboratory did not close down as I imagined, but has survived until now, only But it has become a more hidden existence.”

Professor Charles bowed his head in thought for a while.

At this time, Hank also hurriedly pushed the door in: "Charles, the person who captured Carlos and Scott, has news. Among the mutants, he is called a saber-toothed tiger. According to the latest information, the area where he has been active recently in Canada……"

When everyone wanted to find them quickly and rescue them, the two of them were not idle.

Although at the beginning, when Carlos said 'waiting for an opportunity', he was really just talking casually.

But he never expected that this opportunity would come so soon.

In the early hours of the morning, the laboratory suddenly sounded the alarm, and there were countless footsteps running back and forth in a hurry in the corridor, as well as shouts, gunshots, and screams.

Scott stood up vigilantly, listened carefully, and said decisively: "Carlos, help me aim at the railing of the cage. After I open the cage, let's run around."

Carlos rarely talked nonsense, fluttered his featherless wings sadly, and acted in coordination.

The movement of the laser beam was surprisingly loud. It not only destroyed the cage, but also split the roof in half. Scott squatted on the ground covering his eyes. With the help of Carlos, he put on the special blindfold before staggering Staggered and ran out.

The two ran out in a hurry, but surprisingly, they didn't bump into anyone, and it was still a mess outside.

It wasn't until I walked through another corridor that I saw a corner, where a few soldiers were standing there holding their stomachs...

Those soldiers, all with pale faces, were leaning against the corner chatting without doing their jobs: "Emergency assembly, why don't you go?".

"Go to hell, my stomach hurts again!"

"Oh, I don't know what's going on, my stomach hurts too, it's terrible."

"It may be a bad stomach from eating, or collective food poisoning. I am not feeling well recently. I wanted to ask for leave, but my superiors did not approve it, saying that the laboratory was severely understaffed, and there were too many people asking for leave."; "You just have a stomachache. What I ate and vomited for two days, what a ghost..."

"Speaking of physical discomfort, there is another thing that is very strange. Have you noticed that women rarely eat bad stomachs, but many of them take maternity leave."

"It's not uncommon to take maternity leave. What's strange is that I heard from Anne who took maternity leave a while ago that her good friend who took the leave with her didn't even know who the child's father is hahaha..."

Scott silently glanced in Carlos' direction through the blindfold, without saying anything.

Carlos looked innocent.

Facing a group of men with severe 'pregnancy reaction', Scott felt that even without Cyclops, he could shoot ten of them one by one, provided they didn't pull out their guns.

So, one flew into the air and took off the blindfold, and the other opened his eyes when he pointed in the direction. With tacit cooperation, the laser beam directly swept away these "sick patients" who were obviously slow in responding.

Generally speaking, the escape of the two went smoothly. Except for dealing with some shrimp soldiers and crab generals, they hardly encountered large forces.

Therefore, Carlos' concern that Scott's ability would not last long hadn't happened at all.

It may be because the two people themselves are not important.

At this time, under the premise that the laboratory was seriously 'short of manpower', a large force rushed out to hunt down another more important person. As for Scott and Carlos, they were fortunately forgotten.

Because Scott couldn't see, he had been listening hard to the outside world with his ears, and vaguely heard them shouting: "Wolverine, Wolverine has run away...stop him!"

"I don't know who that Wolverine is." Scott whispered as he ran, "I hope he can escape smoothly and not be caught."

Carlos, who was flying above his head and earnestly guiding the way, couldn't help but glanced at him and muttered, "Scott, you idiot, you can't even protect yourself, yet you still think of others kindly. "

"Uh... I'm just a little curious about what is so great about this Wolverine that allows so many people to catch him."

Carlos didn't discuss with him any more, and continued to show the way: "Go ahead...turn left, I can smell the fresh air. Scott, come on, we're going to run out now."

This escape is really extremely lucky, timing and luck are indispensable.

When the two of them just ran to the gate, a triangular exit had been violently drawn out of the gate in advance, so they didn't even need to think about how to open the gate, and rushed out without stopping.

However, after rushing out, they were facing a large waterfall.

"Carlos, you go first."

Although Scott couldn't see it, he could clearly hear the majestic roaring sound of the water: "You fly out first, don't worry about me..."

"Stop talking nonsense, grab me, and I'll take you down! We'll be fine." Carlos looked up and saw a group of heavily armed men chasing out of the laboratory with their guns raised.

He ignored Scott's nonsense, dragged the other party, and ran towards the waterfall, using himself as the other party's parachute.

Because of his age, he is not strong enough, but it is still possible to take Scott to fly for a while, slowly lower the height, and make it safer for people to fall.

So, while flapping his wings desperately, he held on to Scott's wrist, trying to maintain a constant descent in the rumbling turbulent water, and at the same time couldn't help complaining and shouting: "You should lose weight!! !"

"To shut up!"

In the last three meters, Carlos was completely exhausted.

He fell directly into the water with Scott like a broken kite, letting the current rush straight away...

Fortunately, Scott grabbed him desperately so that he was not washed away by the water.

After a long time, the two were in such a state of distress, they supported each other and struggled to climb out of the river, lying on the bank like a dead body, pretending to be dead.

Carlos opened his mouth tiredly, panting with his tongue out like a puppy: "Scott, I will never watch movies with you again."

"It's as if I really like watching movies with you." Scott said with a look of disgust.

"Oh, I don't know when my beautiful wings will grow well."

"It will always grow out."

The two of you chatted one sentence at a time, and it was rare that they didn't quarrel.

However, at this moment, Carlos suddenly stared in one direction, dumbfounded: "Scott, look, look!"

"What? I can't see it, what's wrong?"

Scott immediately got up from the ground, pressed his fingers on the blindfold, and asked nervously, "Is it dangerous?"

"No, no, it's...someone is running naked!!! Someone is running naked on the prairie!"

Carlos fluttered his wings and flew into the air to join in the fun, looking at the burly man with a good figure and big white buttocks, running with the wind, freedom is the direction...flying speed...when he met a stone blocking the way, There will also be a large leap, with a posture comparable to that of a hurdler...

"Oh, streaking, what's so strange about streaking... what, streaking?!!"

Scott reached out and groped, just in time to grab Carlos' ankle.

He asked nonchalantly, "Male, female?"

Carlos looked down at him from mid-air with a delicate expression, and slowly replied: "...a man."

"Men..."

"Why are you disappointed? You can't see it anyway."

"That's right..."

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