[Comprehensive British and American] Liaison Officer Daily

Although Charles noticed Nunnally's abnormality, he didn't ask any more questions.I just indulged Nunnally for a while-this kind of indulgence basically disappeared after she was 12 years old!Magneto is staring too closely.

Scott and Ruiwen are very sorry that so many little Fulla are just clones, they can't realize the dream of having a fluffy hand, they can only surround each other with one or two little ones with round bellies Fulla looked enthusiastically at the little guy snoring on the side of the bed.

Storm's heart was about to melt: "Oh...she's still holding her own tail."

Ruiwen glanced at Hank who was squatting beside him and adjusting the formula of the potion, and curled her lips regretfully: "Why don't you have a tail?"

Charles went on to regret: "You don't have ears either."

Hank: "........."

Although we are sorry, we still have great hope.After all, as part of the training, Little Fulla will still use the ability of clones in the future, and it will not be a dream for everyone to have a fluffy at that time!

Scott and Jane pawed at the cot, looked at the fluffy fur of little Fleur, suddenly filled with motivation to take care of the little guy's body.

Hank who was pushed aside: "..."

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In fact, Nunnally didn't read the past of the two Destiny Stars.For example, she had no idea that she and the X-Men had passed this hapless father and son.

It's really unlucky too - just escaped from the prison, he was taken away by the laboratory to do research on serum, and the research made people almost tormented. The X-Men broke in and killed the last step of the experiment. , the researcher who injected the final potion into the test subject.

The old man grimaced—if the pothole was anything to go by: "Damn lab! Damn X-Men!"

He took his son with him while the X-Men were still in the lab, hurriedly wrapped himself and his son in two large black cloths, and quietly fled the lab.

It cannot be said that the experiment did him no good.For example, his lower body has regained mobility now, and he now has the same strength and speed as the young man - he can walk normally, and even run fast!He parted his mouth and revealed a smile that was enough to stop a child from crying at night.

Oh, I'm already looking forward to a future where I can hunt those living creatures myself!he thought drunkenly and excitedly.

Then he calmly restrained his overflowing desire for immediate revenge: no, no, the first thing to do now is to hide.As far as he and his son are covered in rotten skin, if they go out, they will probably be arrested by the police.

…In fact, the injections given to them by the laboratory should have allowed them to gain several times the strength of ordinary people. However, the intrusion of the X-Men made the researchers only have time to inject the potion that healed the incomplete, and the enhanced potion was directly destroyed. It can be injected into the body of two people.

——This is all my father didn't know.Otherwise, he might have fallen into madness at this time, and he would hate those damned mutants to death.

The father dragged his silent son all the way out of the laboratory under the cover of black cloth in the dark.The laboratory was built in the outskirts, far away from the town - and he didn't want to go to the town, given that the two of them looked like a third-level horror movie now.

The two perched in the woods and were lucky enough to find a shed.It was empty.

The father said excitedly in a hoarse voice: "Go in. It's so lucky, God is blessing our revenge!"

God: Sorry, did you call the wrong person?Friendly reminder, Lucy is in Los Angeles.

The son followed the agitated father into the shed without saying a word.

Several beds were arranged in the hut, all made of stone and simply covered with straw.The father chose a slightly drier bed to lie on, and then told his son to rest quickly.

They need to accumulate energy before they can go on a carnival!The father tossed and turned excitedly on the bed for a while, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The dose of medicine used by the laboratory for him is not large, so in fact, his current energy is still that of an elderly person, and he is easily tired.

The laboratory is so "gentle", because it is afraid of accidentally killing a rare old experimental subject.We must know that many generous donors are not young, and experiments for the elderly are of course necessary.These benefactors are all waiting for a potion that can bring them back to their youth!

It's a pity that elderly experimental subjects generally lack physical strength and perseverance. It is rare to have an experimental subject with a firm will to persist until now. Of course, we should cherish it... The researcher indifferently calculated the dosage of the medicine, and pushed the cold liquid into the disabled old man in the blood vessels.

He ticked off the record board: firstly, the diluted potion for recovering stamina and potion for repairing incompleteness will be filled, and the remaining amount will be added next time.

The researcher turned to his muscular son who was stunned: This... can be done in one go.

He injected the repairing and enhancing potions into his son's body, calmly observed the pain of the two experimental subjects, and recorded today's experimental results on the board.If everything goes well, maybe tomorrow this potion can be officially put into trading...

Unfortunately, the sudden attack of the X-Men interrupted all this.

The results of the laboratory and the ambition of the researcher were all shattered by the surprise attack of the X-Men. The only thing that was not interrupted was the medicine that slowly took effect in the son's body.

In the pain, the medicine gradually repaired the brain nerves of the son injured by the impact when he was young, and all the incoherent and incomprehensible sentences and pictures gradually became coherent and had meaning.The son's memories that he simply remembered but didn't understand the meaning of were clearly connected in the severe pain.

I killed... It's wrong to kill...

Crime... Father asked me to kill...

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what should I do?

In the silent darkness of the night, the son stood in front of his sleeping father's bed, frowning, trying to sort out the complicated and entangled thoughts in his brain that had finally worked for decades.

I can't kill him.

The son stared at his father's back, and withdrew his outstretched hands.He knew that with his current strength, he could take his father's head off and play with it as a ball—but this was wrong.This is not allowed.

Injuries hurt.Death is bad.

The son left his father's bed and quietly lay back on his own bed.He closed his eyes.

With his newly recovered brain, he can only judge right or wrong, but how to make wrong things right - he still doesn't quite understand.

let it go.he thought quietly.If Dad is going to do something wrong, can I take him to that what, "police station"?

What is that word called? "Surrender"?

He affirmed his idea.And there is no resistance to this decision.For the past few decades of his life, he has lived with his father, constantly moving from place to place.After turning himself in, he just changed his place of life with his father, nothing changed.

He stretched his limbs relaxedly, and slowly adjusted to a more comfortable posture, ready to rest.

... The bed is a little cramped.

He pursed his mouth and tried his best to shrink his body to the place where the straw was, and then he slowly fell asleep.

No one noticed that his skin gradually became flatter and smoother from the heart.

Early in the morning, the father woke up his son who was soundly asleep—everyone knows that old people always have this kind of habit. When he wakes up, he always feels that the rest of the people are sleeping late—he told his son that it’s time to start the carnival.

The son yawned, slowly got up from the bed, and followed behind his father obediently.

The forest in the daytime looks very fresh and pleasant. The son maintained a good mood all the way, followed his father closely, and was ready to forcefully go to the police station at any time: Uh, wait, where is the police station?Where should it be located in the east, west, north and south?Maybe then I should ask for directions.Somebody will tell me.

The kind-hearted person who will be asked for directions in the future: Dear, remember to cover your face, dear, I will be scared.

The father sneaked into a gas station with his son, squatted outside the gas station and secretly drool at the hungry food in the canteen through the glass.

Father frowning: what should I do?There are three people inside, so they can't do it.I have no money on me.Hungry.

The son straightened the black cloth and stood up.

The father grabbed his son in horror: "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Son has reservations about this.No matter how you look at it, it's definitely not me who is the craziest of the two: "I want something to eat."

"They'll give us something to eat?" Father's frighteningly stiff face twisted into a mocking expression, "Don't be stupid, it's impossible!"

The "stupid" son ignored the old father's expression of negative hatred, and walked straight into the store in a daze.He wrapped his face tightly, leaving only a pair of smoky blue eyes sticking out of the black cloth.

The old father was itching his teeth with anger, but he didn't want to expose himself, so he could only squat outside and peek inside, trying to see the development of the matter clearly, and was ready to escape at any time.

Damn, if only I had a shotgun in my hand!Damn what Spider-Man, if it wasn't for him...!The father distorted the terrifying face in hatred.

"Hey! Hey! Stop! What are you doing?" Suddenly, in broad daylight, a tall guy covered his whole body with a black cloth and covered his face, and walked into the store. Gathered over, and one of them took out a pistol. Gun.

The son stopped obediently: "My father and I are hungry and want to come to ask for something to eat." He said bluntly, "We haven't eaten for a long time."

The black clerk in the store showed a funny expression: "What? Begging for food? This is a commissary, not a place for giving. Maybe the place you should go to is the church."

The son whose brain has almost recovered blinked his eyes: "But we have no strength to continue walking. We encountered a fire before, and the fire burned down our entire house. The medical expenses alone have made us heavily in debt, and we have nothing on us. Money. That’s why my father and I covered our bodies with a black cloth so that no one would see us.” He pulled down the cloth covering his face a little bit, revealing a little bumpy skin.

The clerks, who were seriously frightened, stopped immediately: "Oh God! No! No! Please take your bra back!"

The son obediently wrapped the cloth.

After the three clerks chattered for a while, one of the clerks who seemed to be more talkative turned around and took a few loaves of bread that were not too fresh and could only be used for promotion and a small bottle of water: "Take it, take it Well, this is our daily good deed."

As long as we don't let us see that horrible face again, we can say anything!

The three of them grimaced, their stomachs churning.

The son nodded, thanked him and left the shop.

It was quite difficult for my father to understand what was going on, as he was too far away to hear the voices in the shop.

Is it because stupid people have stupid blessings?

In this way, his silly son's luck has always been good.For example, if you buy anything with a lottery, you can win a lottery. Every time they are about to be caught by the police, an accident will happen and they will escape successfully...

He snatched the bread and said bitterly: "You are lucky! Next time, don't act without my order, you know?"

The son nodded and remained silent.

The two of them ate the bread while snuggling in the water, and the father confidently led his son to continue to their carnival venue.

But before that, they need a car.Father stopped in the parking lot and looked at the dilapidated truck parked at the far end.

son:"!"

Σ(°△°|||)!Oops, just forgot to ask where the nearest police station is, stealing is also a crime!

The father sneakily pried open a tattered-looking truck and beckoned his son to come up.

The son followed up silently, making a draft in his heart: How should I get to the police station later?

...Where is the police station!There should be a road sign on every corner! "The police station, please go here."

This is really unfriendly to prisoners from other places who don't have mobile phones and want to surrender.

The son rubbed his fingers tiredly.

He didn't realize that the skin on his hands had gradually returned to smoothness, and it looked no different from normal people's hands.

The father and son drove wildly all the way, unable to find their way into the town.

Father: "Damn! Why are there so many forks!"

He hammered the steering wheel angrily.The car is running out of gas, and they won't have the money to fill it up by then.Thinking of this, the father glanced at his silent son, and then remembered his good luck all the time: "You choose the way!"

The son chose the right all the way and parked in front of a strange building before running out of gas.

"What is this place?" My father got out of the car and looked at the temporary iron building in confusion.

The son shook his head and stood behind his father, as if waiting for his father's instructions.He had a feeling that this place could solve his predicament—there must be kind people here who could show me the way to the police station!The son thought firmly.

At the same time, the last bit of unrepaired skin on his face tightly wrapped in black cloth also changed rapidly, as if a magical eraser wiped away the oozing scars on his face, leaving behind A piece of complete and smooth skin was left.