Chapter 378
Katherine immediately returned to Gotham with a sample of the toxin. The little Devil Gang left a few people in New York to observe the current chaotic Mutant and human confrontation situation, and help Toad and Salvadore who have surrendered by the way. Angel accommodates some Mutants with innate talent.
Devil Gang is not a garbage dump, who needs it, but Katherine welcomes those Mutants who can follow the rules to migrate to Gotham's Devil Gang and live under the rule of Gotham's Devil Gang. Anyway, New York is like hell to them. Of course, if they don’t understand the rules, Devil Gang will teach them the rules.
Another group of people, Coulson and Hawkeye rushed back to the Delta Wing building with captured prisoners and some secret items. Nick Fury spent half a month without clueless internal review work. Coulson's was completed in an accidental encounter. This is really a big breakthrough for SHIELD's internal inventory.
Of course, they just grabbed a line, it will take a long time to find the real big boss behind the scenes, but anyway, it is better to have a clue than no clue.
But for now, let us first look away from Cyber and SHIELD, and put our eyes on another character who is almost forgotten by us.
Rogue wears a long windbreaker. In the not cold weather in New York, she is in need of warmth, holding her shoulders with her hands, just like a few years ago on a snowy field in Canada. People are trying to survive the long night. Compared with the pure hunger and fear at that time, loneliness and despair are obviously more difficult now.
Life in Gotham's for a few years has brought about changes that cannot be ignored for this girl. In front of her golden hair, there is a strand of white hair mixed in, which is not weird, but has a special charm. In addition, this little girl's looks are absolutely excellent, her figure is curvaceous, and she can always attract a lot of unclear eyes when she walks on the road.
But Rogue just walked in silence. She walked on the street that became very silent because of the one after another demonstrations, carrying the bag that Jace threw to her, and there was enough money for her to live independently. There are also some changes of clothes, enough for her to travel the world, but the problem is: this girl doesn't want to go anywhere.
She is just like walking corpse, stubbornly moving towards Washington where the "mutant disease antidote" is issued.
"Is it worth it?"
This question once again surfaced in her mind. This is the first time in the past few days that she didn't know how many times she thought about it. She was tired of it. She covered her ears with her hands and shook her head vigorously, as if she wanted to use this method to throw this question out of her mind.
She forced herself not to think about this issue, because she was afraid of the next moment she turned and set foot on the Gotham's train. The further away from that place, the more she felt that she had made a wrong and stupid choice.
Missing is poison, it has deep into the bones and cannot be eradicated.
"Hey, little beauty, make an appointment?"
Just when Rogue picked up a lady’s cigarette and leaned against the corner tiredly trying to calm himself down, a few dressed up He was fancy bells, with messy tattoos, and the guy who was obviously cheated on drugs came out from the side alley and surrounded Rogue with a weird smile.
One of the extend the hand leaned on Rogue’s exquisite chin, with an anxious smile on his face:
"Would you like to play with us?"
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Rogue's thoughts were interrupted. She looked at these act recklessly things in front of her. Her eyes were very clear. Such a guy would not dare to approach her in Gotham. Devil Gang gave them enough Deterrence, they will only stay as far away as possible.
And these addicts in front of me, they are arrogant, arrogant, stupid, and disgusting. Is this the ordinary person she wants to be?
Is this the group she dreams of joining?
Is she crazy?
"Okay!"
Rogue's expressionless nodded, reached out and rolled up the sleeves of her arms, revealing the evil spirit tattoo on her arm, she shook her neck. The delicate bloodfiend ghost head on her neck was faintly discernible. She held the lady’s cigarette at the corner of her mouth and took the initiative to turn into the alley. She turned her head and cast a wink at those dizzy guys:
"Come on, handsome guys, I'll make you feel good."
The ecstatic addicts stimulated by marijuana looked at each other a few times, and they all saw the excitement and joy in each other’s eyes. Their instinctive perception has been destroyed by poison X, and they didn't realize the danger hidden in it. Under the leadership of the first guy, they followed Rogue into the alley impatiently, and they had already begun to take off their pants in a hurry.
Rogue stood there, her beautiful figure showed no doubt, she reached out and threw the cigarette at the corner of her mouth aside, exhaled, reached out and took off the black gloves she had been wearing, and the corners of her mouth appeared a little ferocious.
There is always a way to vent when you are worried. Maybe it’s time to learn Cyber Boss’s way of venting. I heard that violence always makes people feel happy.
3 minutes later, the last addict ran out of the alley like crazy. The panic on his face was like meeting a crazy Beast. There seemed to be a tiger chasing him behind him. He screamed in horror, but just as he was about to step out of the alley, a slender shadow appeared behind him, putting almost perfect fingers on his shoulders.
Rogue felt the life-specific warmth from her fingers, she groaned comfortably, there were two warm reds on her cheeks, she stretched out her hand and collapsed on the ground. The addict, with a cold complexion, sliding her fingers on his rapidly getting old face, watching the addict’s wrinkled face and the rapidly increasing white hair on top of his head, she hehe smiled:
"Why do you want to run? Am I not cute anymore? Didn't I make you cool?" Rogue asked softly, her smile fell in the addict’s eyes, nothing like the devil In the same way, the poor guy screamed like a tenor who had been castrated. He turned his eyes and fainted.
"Huh"
The girl reached out and threw the half-life guy into the back alley at will. He was lucky. His companion was here. He has already set foot on Yellow Springs Road in the splash of blood, and he at least retained his life.
Rogue took out a makeup mirror from her pocket, placed it in front of her eyes, extended the hand, and wiped the last drop of blood off her cheeks. She looked at her red lips, like She looked at her own eyes as if she was full of blood. With those dazed and bewildered eyes, she whispered:
"This is just a small mistake... occasionally indulge."
She closed her eyes and put the makeup mirror back in her pocket, as if she said to herself:
"It’s time to make a decision, Anna Marie, don’t let you Look down on yourself!"
Fifteen minutes later, Rogue sat in the back seat of the taxi and looked at the noisy square in front of him. The two groups of people were fighting frantically. The posture was like a fight. Like a group of more than 2,000 people, she looked at the driver with a dazed expression. She asked: "Are you sure it's here?"
"Of course, I'm sure , I have sent at least more than 100 people here in the past two days! By the way, my name is Du Pont."
The young Indian driver turned around enthusiastically and said to Rogue: "Most They are all Mutant, and there is a small group of ordinary person, speaking of which, madam, are you also Mutant? Come to receive that kind of medicine injection?"
Rogue hesitated for a while, and then nodded:
"Well, yes."
"Oh, that's too bad."
The Indian driver shrugged, very familiar and said: "Actually I don’t understand. , Why do you want to give up your identity and become an ordinary ordinary person? What good is the life of an ordinary person? Look at me, I am still working hard to improve myself and want to become Mr. Deadpool's real assistant."
He spread his hands, slowly parked the car on the side of the road, and said to Rogue: "The life of an ordinary person is extremely boring. After occasionally encountering Mr. Deadpool, I feel that my previous life is nothing. It’s meaningless."
"But at least you can enjoy what you deserve without paying any hell!"
Rogue sneered: "You don’t need to be seen by others. To be a freak, you don’t need to live under blame! You can’t understand our pain!"
"Pain?"
The Indian driver snorted and turned off the meter nonchalantly , He said slowly: "Do you think I will enjoy the life of working 16 hours a day to support myself and my family? Do you think I will go carefully without any respect? What kind of affection to taste Love? "
"Come on! "
He danced and said: "I have been in a relationship with Jima for 4 years, but Bandu can take Jima away from me just because he has money, then tell me what you call How much is love worth? "
"Ordinary person, we, ordinary persons of us have to pay a lot of money just to survive. This is something a child like you can't see! Is it uncomfortable to be regarded as a freak? Is it hard to be accused? Damn it! "
The taxi driver couldn't help but patted the steering wheel, and vented as he said:
"I sent an indifferent wood-like guy in military uniform from the airport to East New York yesterday. In the city, he didn’t say a word to me for 2 hours along the way. He didn’t care about everything I said, as if I’m a dispensable chop... Then tell me, little girl, Uncomfortable being accused? Or is it more uncomfortable to live humble and without dignity like us? "
"Don’t be silly. In my country, people are naturally divided into many levels. When I was young, I thought the same as you. I felt that my bloodline prevented me from getting a better life, but it was not of! This has nothing to do with race, this has nothing to do with bloodline! "
The Indian driver sighed and snorted: "If you can't get the things you want when you are a Mutant, you won't get them after you become an ordinary person. These things are nothing like your identity. It doesn't matter, if you think it's just your race hindering you, it can only mean that you live like an ostrich, and you have never tried to fight for what you want... The fare is 35 yuan and you are charged 36! "
Rogue stopped talking. The taxi driver spoke very directly and unsparingly. It was like a slap on her face, but the driver looked indifferent. , He probably didn’t want to speak anymore, so Rogue drew a hundred-dollar bill and stuffed it on the co-pilot next to him.
She opened the door and whispered:
"Thank you, But I think I should have my own ideas. "
Just after she took a few steps, the driver suddenly rolled down the window and yelled to her:
"Hey, little girl, you know you look like What is it? It's like a kid who runs away from home, knowing he was wrong but stubbornly reluctant to look back, but believe me, your family won't abandon you because of this! Trust your family and friends, don't be stupid again, don't hurt yourself! Don't hurt them! "
"When I can turn back...turn back! "
Rogue shook the palm of his hand at him without looking back. On the front, the tears in her eyes dripped on her cheeks drop by drop. She remembered the break between her and Katherine's in the Gotham rain. The words that Boss said to her, thinking of Jace's indifferent face when he finally left, these images were entangled, and instantly made her tearful eyes hazy, and her heart twitched with pain in this brief moment:
"Thank you, Du Ponte. "
"But...I have hurt them, and I can't look back anymore. "