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Chapter 210 You can’t survive without fighting

Scott couldn't explain what was happening.

On the other side, his colleagues were looking at him blankly.

Just now, Scott lightly pushed aside the heavy ice cream machine, and he saw it all.

With great doubts, he once again tried to move the ice cream machine by himself.

The result was, of course, absolutely motionless.

"Have you practiced?"

The colleague looked at Scott carefully up and down. He had a very ordinary figure and did not look like he was powerful.

This question suddenly set off alarm bells in Scott's heart.

Of course he wanted to figure out what had just happened, but compared to that, it was more important to remain ordinary.

He really didn't want to attract attention and then be found out that he had a criminal record.

"I'm just born with divine power..."

Sterk stammered for a reason, "And there was melted ice cream under the machine just now, which may have played a lubricating role."

Even he couldn't convince himself of this nonsense.

The colleague also wanted to ask more questions, but at this moment, the store manager suddenly appeared at the back door.

The store manager crossed his hands on his chest and shouted to Scott: "Come to my office, right now!"

"Okay, come on!"

Scott was very lucky that the store manager helped him out.

But he soon realized that he was rejoicing too early.

When he entered the store manager's office, the store manager sat in his seat with an extremely serious expression.

"Sit wherever you like."

After the store manager said this, he picked up a piece of information placed on the table.

"Three years in San Quentin?"

As soon as these words came out, Scott knew that everything was over.

"You found out."

The store manager shrugged: "Baskin-Robbins can always find out."

Baskin-Robbins is the name of this ice cream shop, which has a reputation for finding out everything.

Scott's friend Louis warned him of this when he first interviewed for the store, but he didn't listen.

"I'm sorry I didn't say it, but I..."

Scott still wanted to quibble, but when his words reached his lips, they turned into a sigh.

He finally told the truth: "No one would hire me."

The store manager took Scott's information and read the charges above with great interest: "Trespassing, grand theft."

Scott could only keep apologizing: "Listen, I'm sorry, but you know, I've given up."

He could probably guess what was going to happen next. If his criminal record was discovered, his only option would be to be fired.

However, the store manager put his hand on his forehead and made a salute.

"I just wanted to honor you."

Scott was stunned: "Huh?"

The store manager smiled, and the original solemn atmosphere disappeared.

"I can't even mention how happy I am. You dealt with such a rich guy. While I was looking at your case record, I was thinking, wow, I know this guy, he works for me."

Scott was also overjoyed, and his life finally saw a glimmer of light.

He kept expressing his loyalty to the store manager: "I am very happy to work for you. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I will cherish it."

"Yeah yeah……"

The store manager put down the information in his hand and his smile suddenly faded, "But you are still fired. I really can't keep you."

This change of face made Scott unable to react for a moment.

After waiting for a while, he stammered: "Wait, I'm fired?"

He also tried to explain: "Dale, that was not a violent crime. I'm a good employee."

"Of course it wasn't a violent crime, it was a cool crime."

The store manager waved his hand, signaling Scott to stop talking: "Otherwise, only God knows what happens next, you know and I know.

"When you pack up and leave later, if you want to take away a mango smoothie or something, I will pretend not to notice."

……

The streets are busy with traffic.

Scott changed back into his casual clothes, carried his bag, and threw the finished mango smoothie into the trash can.

"Bastard thing!"

Scott cursed and felt extremely aggrieved by his experience.

But there's nothing you can do about it.

He was still young at the time and had no idea that the world was dangerous. He just relied on his sense of justice that he had no way to vent, and taught a lesson to the large companies that monopolized toll collection.

Then he got himself into this situation.

Although New York is bustling with people coming and going, at this moment, Scott only feels that he has no place to stay.

What could he do?

Looking for your friend Louis?

That guy was so evil that he formed a team of his own, always trying to get Scott to do a lot more.

Scott has made up his mind to wash his hands of himself, and naturally he will no longer pay attention to Louis' invitation.

And Scott heard a piece of news today.

Rikers Island prison was hit by a thunderstorm and suffered heavy casualties.

Although this was just a natural disaster, it strengthened Scott's idea.

Never go back to prison.

"Speaking of which, what happened just now?"

Scott looked at his palms and felt that something was different about his body.

The image of him easily opening the ice cream machine just now seemed to still be before his eyes.

Mutants……

Scott suddenly remembered this sudden group.

He was still in prison when the mutants appeared, but by the time he was released from prison, the world had changed.

"Am I a mutant too?"

Scott thought of this possibility, and infinite hope suddenly rose in his heart.

If he really has superpowers, then it doesn't matter if he is fired, he can always find a new job.

The first mutant Scott saw was a man running very fast on the street.

At that time, he was thinking that if he had this speed, he could make a lot of money whether he was delivering food or express delivery.

However, after repeated consideration, he felt that his situation was still too small.

The most suitable ability for delivering food is teleportation.

This is where real money is made!

Scott has always looked forward to the day when he would have super powers.

Now, this expectation may become a reality.

Based on what happened just now, Scott guessed that his strength must have mutated and become extremely powerful.

He couldn't even imagine how much money he could earn by moving bricks at a construction site.

In this case, the most important thing now is to figure out what your abilities are.

Scott quickened his pace and returned to his rental house.

As soon as he entered, he threw his backpack on the bed and went to get the dumbbells in the room.

This is prepared for your own fitness and is available in various weights.

This time Scott directly challenged the maximum difficulty.

If his guess was correct, it would be a simple matter for him to lift this now.

However, reality disappointed him.

He grabbed the 30 kilogram dumbbell with a very casual mood, and then applied a little force, but the dumbbell didn't move at all.

"Ok?"

Scott was stunned.

He clearly felt that his strength had not changed much. "This is wrong!"

Scott kept thinking about the feeling when he turned on the ice cream machine just now. It was obviously effortless.

This is something that absolutely cannot be explained by science.

But why did it fail now?

Scott closed his eyes tightly and kept recalling the feeling of turning on the ice cream machine.

"I'm going to lift this dumbbell, I'm going to lift this dumbbell..."

After Scott adjusted his condition, he suddenly felt an inexplicable confidence. This time, he could definitely lift the dumbbell easily.

His hand holding the dumbbell suddenly tightened and he pulled it upward with force.

This time, the dumbbell in his hand seemed to have no weight at all, and was easily lifted by Scott, but he himself fell backwards unconsciously due to excessive exertion.

With a thud, Scott fell onto the bed.

The dumbbell was pressed against his chest, but there was no pressure at all.

"Haha, hahahaha——"

Scott suddenly laughed, first quietly, then into a full-blown laugh.

He finally understood and understood what his abilities were.

It's not about having infinite strength, but about changing, changing the mass of the object so that you can lift it easily.

It's quality, not weight.

The weight of an object changes with the amount of gravity, but the mass does not.

Moreover, he could feel that this was far from the upper limit of his ability.

There are many more things he can change!

Scott lowered his head and stared at the dumbbells pressing on his chest, repeating an idea in his mind.

Then, before his eyes, the dumbbell shrank instantly and became only the size of a finger.

really!

He can change the mass and volume of objects!

That being the case...

Scott began another experiment.

Just after a thought, his body suddenly disappeared from the bed.

To be precise, he didn't disappear, but his body became the size of an ant and was buried between the mattresses, invisible.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Scott couldn't control his emotions anymore and laughed crazily.

Sure enough, even oneself can change!

Scott's body quickly grew in size and returned to normal human size.

"I am indeed a mutant!"

He came to this conclusion and was delighted with it.

Scott doesn't care about the conflicts between humans and mutants now. He only cares about how much money he can make through this ability.

"Sure enough, we still have to do freight transportation!"

Scott rubbed his chin and thought, talking about delivering food now is simply overkill.

He can easily shrink dozens of containers to the size that can fit in his pocket. One trip is equivalent to dozens of trips for others.

This is simply making money while lying down.

In the federation, although the status of truck drivers is not high, their income has always been very good.

The median annual income is around US$70,000, and can even be as high as US$200,000.

And there is no need to worry about competition or barriers. There is currently a huge shortage of federal truck drivers, which is around 80,000 year-round.

Everyone just wants to sit in the office and drink coffee and make money, rather than doing a job that involves exposure to the sun and the wind.

But Scott doesn’t mind!

As long as he can make money, he is not afraid of hardship at all!

"And I don't need a truck at all..."

Put dozens of containers in your pocket, buy a train ticket and you can do everything, and you can sleep all the way.

Just be careful not to get your bag stolen.

"Work hard for a year first!"

Scott immediately made up his mind.

Save some money and fight for custody of your daughter!

As long as he has money, he can stay with Cathy forever and give her a happy childhood.

By now, Scott has seen that a happy life is beckoning to him.

Just rely on express delivery to create your own beautiful life!

As for using this ability to find more profitable ways, Scott simply doesn't want to think about it.

Of course he knows how suitable his abilities are for smuggling, and he can even do more profitable things.

But forget it, he has washed his hands in a golden basin.

Now even when playing games, he must strictly abide by the traffic lights in the game.

Illegal crime? nonexistent.

He came to the window, opened it, and looked at the bustling crowd outside. Suddenly, he felt like he was in another world.

A new life has finally begun!

Scott's mentality at this time corresponds to Zweig's famous saying in "The Beheaded Queen".

"She was too young at the time and didn't know that the gift given by fate had already been marked with a secret price."

……

a few days later.

"Ho ho-"

A black man was running quickly, panting and looking frightened.

He was clearly walking through the streets of New York, but there was no one around him.

There was only a figure far behind, not slow or slow, as if a predator was playing with its prey.

"Black Hawk, it's useless no matter where you run!"

"My name is Falcon!"

Even while being hunted, the black man couldn't help but turn around and correct the wrong title.

His name is Sam Wilson, codenamed Falcon, and he is a retired U.S. Air Force Pararescue Team member.

Being called a Blackhawk is definitely discriminatory.

But Sam was unable to accuse the other party because the other party was also African-American.

The man who was chasing him had hip-hop-style dreadlocks, and the murderous intent on his body was visible to the naked eye, almost condensing into substance.

This is not surprising since he is a murderer.

Known as the Leopard on the battlefield, his name is Killmonger, and he's back from hell.

Since being handed over to the International Organization by Steve, Killmonger has been escorted to the headquarters of the International Alliance.

That is the United Nations Building on the east side of Manhattan, New York.

He was sent to prison in advance even before he had been tried. This obviously illegal practice inadvertently helped Killmonger.

Because the prison where he was imprisoned was called Rikers Island Prison.

It was the prison that was completely destroyed due to a thunderstorm a few days ago.

In that thunderstorm, Killmonger received an opportunity beyond his imagination.

He was hit head-on by a force, gained extraordinary powers, and took the opportunity to escape from prison.

As an ordinary person, he was able to take advantage of the battlefield and kill people at will. Now that he has gained extraordinary abilities, Killmonger feels that he has become the chosen one.

But the one who chose him was the God of Killing.

Speaking of which, he would not have been chosen by this power, but someone gave him guidance and allowed him to take the initiative to face that energy.

This person was a voice that suddenly appeared in his mind not long ago.

A man who calls himself [Captain].

At this time, looking at Sam still running away crazily, Killmonger showed a cruel smile on his lips.

"What's the point of running away? You clearly know that we all have the same fate.

"If you don't fight, you can't survive!"

(End of this chapter)