Transform Into the Marvel World

The abilities of most mutants can always be used, but the information is not public before, the employer does not know what abilities they have, and they have no way to find a job.

There are still some agents who have a big brain and can't think of any useful abilities. S.H.I.E.L.D. will provide them with the equivalent of 400 U.S. dollars a month in daily necessities, and direct money is definitely the most trouble-free.

But don't look high on their quality. Their level of education is very low and they have no means of making a living. It is nothing new to get money to gamble, buy washing powder, buy weapons, and then go to the streets to rob.

Daisy's method is to provide the corresponding living supplies. Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra control many companies, and there is no pressure to allocate materials. This saves money and looks better.

Give four banknotes and two big bags of food, the visual impact is different.

Love potatoes? Let me transport you five thousand tons to eat first.

Among them, there must be ordinary citizens who took advantage. Daisy saw a big white fat man shouting that he was a mutant, and his purpose was to receive free Coke.

She nodded lightly to the subordinate agent, and let him take it away!

A lot of things happen imperceptibly. When ordinary people feel that it seems that they have a bargain to become a mutant, they will not be so hostile to the mutant. After all, no one except Red Skull will have trouble with money these days.

A bottle of Coke and two burgers are nothing to the rich and enemy S.H.I.E.L.D., but it may reduce one guy who is hostile to mutants.

Little by little has little effect, and once the scale is formed, it will improve somewhat.

The people's greed will be guided correctly and will be used by her.

"You are very rich. Ask your people to bring me a LV bag. I am also a particularly poor mutant." Lingdie wore a mask and walked to her, saying that he would receive the subsidy.

Daisy glanced at her from the corner, do you want a face! But she does want a face, she wears a mask...

"Get her a fake!"

"I want a fake too!"

Lingdie works three jobs a month, and the proper high-income group of people, of course, did not come to her for the bag, but Director Dai gave her a new task.

"James Nicholas Bradley? Dr. Scourge, what a weird name." Lingdie looked at the information she gave, and she had no impression of this person, so she shouldn't be a famous mutant.

Daisy also found out about this man when she looked through the Hydra records.

This man was born in 1906 and is now over 100 years old, but his photos show that this man also looks middle-aged.

Dr. Bradley is an excellent scientist who participated in World War II and spared no effort to hunt down the Nazis after the war. Hydra once acquired part of his blood, and speculated that his ability is self-evolution.

The stronger the mutant gene, the stronger his immunity, and the longer his lifespan. Originally it was just an ordinary person's level, but now his intelligence has reached a very high level.

Let him live for thousands of years, and maybe he can reshape the universe when he comes out.

In short, it is a very rare ability, but also an ability that was born at an untimely time. He was born too late.

The whole world has entered the fast lane, and there is no time to wait for him to'evolve himself'.

"Give him the invitation from S.H.I.E.L.D.. Tell him that I am not interested in his slow-moving mutant gene. What I value is his brain and scientific literacy."

A person has evolved for a hundred years to reach the level of a top human athlete. She can't wait for this rate of evolution. The super soldier serum is much faster than him.

But it would be wrong to say that this gene has no merit at all. After all, the potential is great.

Sending away Lingdie, who wants money and loves to take advantage, Daisy went to a few more rescue sites. There are active mutants who are willing to work and want to live a normal life. Naturally, there are also non-active ones. On the one hand, they are too lazy to work. They like to receive subsistence allowances. On the other hand, they are very wary of the army and ordinary people. Now only three of the ten people who have received subsidies are mutants, and the rest are ordinary people.

There are mutants who dare not show up and let their relatives and friends come out to collect supplies, and there are ordinary citizens who take advantage of them.

Of course there are some weird guys who don't care about others' eyes.

"Uh...relieve me! I'm going to die of starvation, I'm a mutant! If you don't care about me, I will sell organs!" Wearing a red and black combat uniform, with double knives on his back and a pistol on his legs , The breath of Deadpool was holding Thunderbird's thigh and not letting go.

The violent struggle and drag made Thunderbird's pants messy, and Deadpool's battle uniform was stained with mud, but he was completely shameless.

Thunderbird is loyal and honest, but he is not a fool either. This thigh-holding guy is well-equipped and smells like gunpowder. This kind of person will never be hungry no matter how depressed.

The posture of being held on his thigh is really inelegant. He struggled hard, and Deadpool was like a brown candy. When he found an honest person, he would not let go~www.wuxiaspot.com~ clamoring that he would sell organs if he didn't help himself.

Thunderbird's power is a bit stronger than Deadpool, but the opponent is holding too tightly, he can't exert his strength, and is a little stalemate for a while, and a young mutant girl who sees this scene not far away can't help but feel happy.

"Mr. Wade, S.H.I.E.L.D. has your information. Your organs are all cancer cells? Don't try to deceive us." Thunderbird is a very responsible person, and he thinks Daisy has given the task to himself He should do a good job himself, and he can even help poor mutants. He even has a sense of sacredness.

In his heart, he extremely despised Deadpool's practice of rubbing supplies.

"I don't care! I want it, I want it!" Deadpool acted as a human flesh pendant, dragged tens of meters by Thunderbirds. He was tumbling constantly in the middle of the journey. When he turned around, his movements were a bit big, and a samurai sword flew towards the crowd. , Thunderbird was shocked. Fortunately, the young female mutant on one side stretched out a purple teleportation and teleported the samurai sword from mid-air to the ground without hurting anyone.

With a secret cry that was dangerous, Thunderbird had no choice but to compromise, and let Deadpool take away three unicorn dolls, two rolls of toilet paper and an oversized toilet with American characteristics.

Seeing that Deadpool left the rescue station with the oversized toilet, Thunderbird was embarrassed by this guy, but he still pretended to be very calm in front of the girl: "What a strange guy, hehe."

He looked at the girl with fair complexion, pointed ears, crescent-shaped tattoos on her eyes and looming pupils, as if asking casually: "What supplies do you need? I will help you get it."

The girl did have difficulties in life. Seeing him, the loyal person in charge seemed to want to help, she hesitated and agreed.

"Uh, what's your name? We need to do a material registration..."

"Clarice..."