Chapter 639

In the boundless universe, floating a small island, it is about a little larger than the well cover, it looks like ordinary gravel.

But at this time, there stood a figure of disproportionate size, with a huge head, and a white tablecloth like sleeveless robe, and a blue cape hanging soft behind him.

In his eyes, the earth was emitting a faint light, and just as he was looking at the living planet, a small thing flew close to him.

It's like a fairy without wings, a small iron man with tapes on his chest like an old-fashioned recorder.

The figure in the blue cloak did not look back, but also noticed the latecomer. He said in a clear voice, "recorder, I am ready to tell you."

The little humanoid tape recorder landed on his shoulder and climbed up with his cloak: "perfect time, observer, forever worried about your workload."

"After tens of thousands of years, I finally understand that the process of presenting and solving some things is more important than recording what I see. There are a lot of principles that drive the development of things, a lot of knowledge needs to be digested by me, and at this moment, I'm ready to start recording

The observer stated his own point of view. As he had done in the past, his voice was calm and his eyes were always on the earth.

The little recorder didn't talk much. He twisted the button on his chest to turn the suspected tape.

"3, 2, 1"

......

this is the record of a special group of people with different names and living in human society, but they are rarely regarded as human beings.

Mutants.

When "human" and "mutant" become the two words, it means that things become complicated.

Mutants are often described as derogatory, although it is human instinct to evolve for survival.

Therefore, in order to protect themselves, the "hybrids" of genetic variants should always restrain themselves to maintain the popularity of the masses.

But like a witch, no one can hide for a lifetime.

So the tension between humans and mutants has been apparent for centuries, but prejudice is largely isolated from the surface until one day in the 20th century, when the flame of a human form flies through the night sky, things can't be covered.

Within a few minutes, the explosion covered several blocks, and thousands of people turned into coke in the flames. Especially after learning that the so-called "fireman" had been exhibited at the World Expo in New York...

the intense fear seemed to gradually blur the line of sight.

Once again, people held up the torches and weapons of the witch hunting era, chanted slogans like "mutant die," "freak out of America," and took to the streets with slogans.

At the end of World War II, under the operation of some people who are eager for power, the problem of mutants seems to be on the table again.

The climate in Ukraine is very good, the land is fertile and the rainfall is abundant. Even in winter, it is not as cold as it is further north.

In the southwest of Ukraine, there is a place called Vinica, which is not as rich as other places, because there are more mountains and forests here, which are not particularly suitable for farming.

But for those who want to hide and live in peace, this is the perfect place.

After spending a lot of time, strategy and hard work, Marx and Magda lived a poor life together after getting rid of the stink of the concentration camp.

"Max, we've been here for a year, but no one wants to talk to me."

At this time, Magda was in the humble cabin, cooking a pot of porridge with a fire. There were only some corn kernels and vegetable leaves in it, and the poor house was leaking everywhere.

"They look down on me, my daughter, and my family." She scooped out the porridge from the pot, filled it in a broken pottery bowl, and set it on the stumped dining table.

Marx was his original name, because he was Jewish, and now living in Ukraine, living in an unbreakable alliance, it was better not to have a relationship with anyone in Germany, so he replaced the German version with a more bearish pronunciation.

Now his name is Magnus, and he is holding his young daughter and patting her on the back at the table: "we just came to this society, these people are very conservative..."

Magda took the food, sighed deeply, and put the bowl on the table: "we are running out of food, this winter is very cold, we can't endure."

"Hoo..." Magnus rubbed his face. "Hasn't Madame Maria paid you for the laundry?"

"She paid, five potatoes, five corns, but we ate them last night, these..." Magda pointed to the porridge in the bowl that could almost be seen at the bottom. "That's all that's left."Magnus seemed to understand. He nodded and took up a bowl to feed his daughter: "I know. After dinner, I'll go to the mountain to cut more firewood to see if I can exchange food with others. It's very cold in winter, and every family needs to warm up."

Magnus did not have many life skills. He grew up in various concentration camps. His best job was to clean up the bodies and send them to the incinerator.

This is not a joke. This is really his work in the concentration camp. At the beginning, the German still carried the corpses from the gas chamber, but later it was found that there were too many bodies, which was undoubtedly a kind of coolie.

The crematorium is the fastest building to expand for profit, and it's never enough.

So Nazi started using teenagers to carry bodies, which was more labor-saving and more affordable.

But now it seems that there is an added advantage. Magnus is very strong. He can do many things that ordinary people can't do without using his own ability.

At this time, although he did not have any other skills, he was willing to go through fire and water for his family.

...

"Sir, only half of what you promised?"

When Magnus braved the heavy snow and moved his hardworking firewood into the courtyard of the rich family in the village, he did not get the reward he deserved.

The man chewing tobacco looked at him and spat on the snow.

"Bah! That's enough for you! "

"But... There are wives and children in my family..." Magnus walked up to him and earnestly negotiated.

"What does it matter to me whether you die or not? I know that you are German and Italian and our enemies. You'd better not let me report to the mayor. "

Magnus stretched out his hands and stopped the man who wanted to close the door: "but I'm not Nazi. I'm a Jew and a victim, an ordinary man."

"Ordinary people who can't even grow corn? Are you a deserter? Well, am I right? Damned German, you only deserve cow dung

The difference in their understanding determines their different views. Farmers in remote villages can't understand the difference between Nazi and Jews.

Iron and steel comrades have said that the Germans and Italians are enemies, so they are. Now that the war is over, they are the losers. Do the losers want any fairness?

Although the price itself is very low, wouldn't it be better to pay only half of it? It's a lot of firewood. It's good to trade with others for other things.

Magnus had suffered a lot. If only he was alone, he could leave here and live in another place.

But he now has a family and needs to avoid the mysterious organization that is chasing him. Now he just wants to fight for what he deserves. He has paid his labor and must be paid in advance.

"Please, don't go. My family really needs these rewards. Please."

"Pooh!"

What's the difference between a concentration camp and a labor camp?

Looking at the complacent farmers who want to close the door, Magnus's patience has reached the limit. He must get enough reward and rush to the town to buy food in the snow before dark.

On one side, the axe on the ground suddenly soared into the air, like an invisible hand holding it on the farmer's neck. The cold axe blade froze all the cold sweat just flowing out of the farmer's neck.

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