Chapter 542

Old Otto Strack admitted that he had cleared the mutant cells in his son's body, and his life's efforts were not in vain. Unfortunately, a few years later, his son grew up, married and had children, and formed his own family.

Grandchildren and grandchildren were born one after another. When they saw the same cell characteristics as their parents, the 60 year old man was shocked.

After two generations, mutant human cells appear again. Although the cells have not yet reached the stage of appearance, they have been studied for a lifetime, and some subtle features all show one thing.

Most of his sons have not been cured, but now they are passed on to his grandchildren by heredity. Old Otto feels that his efforts of more than 30 years are in vain.

Old Worthington, whose son is a mutant named "angel", was kidnapped by Stryker and survived. He even increased his investment in the research laboratory.

Old Otto has been working overtime today. He not only wants to find the common ground between himself and ordinary mutants, but also makes more elaborate improved inhibitor experiments on this basis.

He is old enough to drive back to his apartment alone. If he doesn't have a good rest and his head is dizzy, he can't do tomorrow's research.

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

When he passed a corner, he found a child who couldn't see clearly curled up between two garbage cans. The sound of old Otto's footsteps woke him up. When the child looked up, he just looked at the old man. Then the child quickly lowered his head and shrank into the garbage can.

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

After the New York war, in order to prevent foreigners from talking nonsense, the New York City Government cleaned up the street people twice. At that time, it really looked better. Now, nearly a year later, the pain has been smoothed down, and a large number of street people have returned to the streets automatically. The number is not small, but much more.

Old Otto walked forward two steps, his mind has been echoing the children's sad eyes.

He sighed. Although he was in trouble, he was not able to live.

He turned around and walked back. He took out his own hamburger while walking, and he could help him to this point.

"Take it and eat it." Old Otto handed over the hamburger, but the child's reaction was very strange. Instead of taking it, he shrank inside.

Huh? Yeah!! Old Otto, as an old man, is still loving. He thinks that the other party is afraid of strangers, so he puts the hamburger in front of the other party.

At this time, he felt that a very strange force field surrounded him. As the son of fenril Gemini, he was also a mutant, but he developed and injected inhibitors according to his own blood characteristics. Even the equipment of the research institute could not detect that he was actually a mutant.

But when he was close to the child five meters in front of him, a frightening thing happened. The mutant cells in his body suddenly broke through the blockade of the inhibitor, and then were crushed by another force field in less than half a second.

Of course, old Otto is not an Omega mutant. He can't understand the changes of cells in his body, but suddenly he can realize that a strange force makes his mutant cells completely return to normal cells.

"What's this?" He raised his left hand to see his own situation, but no matter how hard he used to use it, his ability to hate before seemed to disappear completely.

"God Although he is not a genius in research, old Otto has lived to 60 years old, and the basic logical relationship can be clarified. The child hiding in the garbage can is a mutant, a mutant with the ability to restrain the surrounding.

Treasure, God's gift, and many praise words float in old Otto's mind. He wants to take the child back to Worthington Institute. Maybe his blood is the good medicine to remove the mutant gene.

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

He quickly turned around and saw a few men and women with sinister temperament and heavy makeup surrounded him at the corner.

Several people are wearing a variety of messy jewelry, nose ring, lip ring a lot, like a group of street hooligans.

"I'll give you the money. Leave now, or I'll call the police." It's not the first time old Otto has been robbed. In general, this kind of situation is to spend money to eliminate disasters. Street gangs also have their own rules, so they can't kill easily.

"You're not American. You're from Europe. Do you have barons among your relatives and friends?" Dicken Firth observed secretly for a long time. Old Otto had nothing different from ordinary people. He thought that this guy should be an ordinary man. After all, the streets are not full of powers these days. If even a 60 year old man is afraid, he has no face.

After knowing the whereabouts of the other party, Dicken Firth went to the battle to catch the man himself.

"Baron? ... "some of the letters, records and diaries of finriel Gemini are in the hands of old Otto. He knows from clues that his ancestors were a German baron. In his opinion, this Baron should have died long ago.He is sixty years old, buried in the earth, with white hair. He calls another man grandfather? It's totally impossible.

The question is, does your grandfather have any inside information? A group of street hooligans come to ask their ancestors most of the night?

Old Otto has been doing research all his life. He is not as good at dealing with people as Dicken Firth who lives on the street. The subtle changes in his eyes have been discovered by vampires.

"Ha ha, it seems that you know the baron. Great. Come with me." Dicken Firth walked slowly towards old Otto.

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

The vampires burst out laughing. They have sharp eyes and are sensitive to the smell. The old man uses ordinary bullets. This pistol is not a magic weapon. Let alone the power and speed of the vampires, even if they hit the body, they will be squeezed out by the muscles.

I haven't heard of vampires killed by ordinary bullets these days.

Dicken Firth has been stimulated by Wanda and kuaiyin recently. Now he finally finds a little superiority in old Otto. He is pressing forward step by step. The distance between the two sides is less than 10 meters. He walks slowly in.

Huh? The sudden strange force field made him feel a shiver on the cell. He didn't understand what happened. Old Otto's gun rang out.

"Bang" a dull sound, old Otto's muzzle burst out a ball of sparks, he is a researcher, of course, there is no good shooting, but both sides are so close, it is impossible to miss.

Dicken Firth looked down at the blood hole in his chest, his face full of disbelief.

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