When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
"My cousin Dick." Ike replied softly with his mouth tightly closed.
"What's your name?" I said, holding a pen and paper.
The fat man also returned to the passenger seat and threw a bag of food at me.
Then the label will be with you for life, and if you are found pretending to be a normal person, you will be treated as B level.
Every imaginable ability comes to mind.
"Do you still remember the old man and the young man in Room 402 in the civilian area just now?" After I said that, I walked out and ran upstairs.
I fumbled around and took out the soy milk.
The thumb on his right hand has an extra thumb than a normal person.
"He is not my child, but my husband," the woman said.
I stared wide-eyed to see what was going on.
I glanced at the number and saw it was the headquarters.
It's salty, and I always get this weird thing wrong.
My first partner was named Franklin.
Why does my shotgun miss
"My name is Dick. I have no ability. I just have one more thumb than others." After speaking, Dick raised his right hand.
"Who?" a voice came from behind the door.
The fat man said from the side: "Send it to me? What do you want to send me?"
I sighed and said, "What's the next task?"
"But what? He's running out." I shouted anxiously.
…
"Did you hit it?" I shouted.
"Call Viper."
He is a resident of 402.
The fat man was panting and looking at me at a loss.
The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, let me take a look."
A very normal child, no different from ordinary people.
The photo in front of her is her child.
The fat man took out his mobile phone and pressed it wildly: "I took a C-category mission and went to the slums to check for mutants."
But mutants who pose no threat do have human rights.
I looked at the images on Fatty’s phone.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
Two accomplices of type B will be classified as type A, so can a mutant with two type B abilities be called A
But mutants who pose no threat do have human rights.
…
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
"Another life-wasting task?" I said.
The fat man also returned to the passenger seat and threw a bag of food at me.
But this way of enjoying it is very special.
"Shoot, that kid is Category A." I said.
The eyes are golden yellow, and there is basically no other information.
"My name is Dick. I have no ability. I just have one more thumb than others." After speaking, Dick raised his right hand.
It's salty, and I always get this weird thing wrong.
The fat man raised his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"
"Isn't it for your safety?" Fatty said with a smile.
I pressed the button on my sunglasses, and the thermal imaging scanned the room.
The method of differentiation is more direct, as long as it is aggressive.
The nickname Lone Wolf came from because no one dared to stand and shoot with him.
…
He was laughing, and it was a laugh.
The ground behind the child has been shattered.
The fat man ran over at this time and passed the child.
The ground behind the child has been shattered.
Category A is a group of two mutants above Category B.
Every imaginable ability comes to mind.
I saw the child leaning to the left naturally, dodging the barrel of the shotgun and all the bullets fired.
Fatty is my second partner.
The woman who opened the door was still in her sixties or seventies.
Because Franklin was called a lone wolf.
The fat man pulled out his pistol and fired.
My first partner was named Franklin.
My first partner was named Franklin.
Did he know I was out of bullets? Is this his ability
Then orange-yellow fluorescence illuminated the room.
I raised the gun again, half a meter away.
I frowned slightly, as if I had some reflection.
At that time, I was Franklin's assistant.
And some threatening mutants will hide in the slums.
The threatening mutants are called Category B.
The fat man took out his mobile phone and pressed it wildly: "I took a C-category mission and went to the slums to check for mutants."
"Police, census," I shouted.
The fat man was panting and looking at me at a loss.
90% similar, except that the child himself is smaller than in the photo.
One morning, half the district's slums were searched.
The things he is responsible for are similar to those of Fatty now.
"My cousin Dick." Ike replied softly with his mouth tightly closed.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
He is a resident of 402.
The bullet was indeed fired, and the chair behind the child was shattered.
I aimed at him again.
I knocked on the door, but the fat man stayed away.
How ironic.
Surveying the ghetto is the easiest mission in Category C.
Take the mission for Franklin.
The fat man was panting and looking at me at a loss.
I then fired a few more shots.
The fat man raised his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"
Therefore, there are also jokes circulating around the world about two mutants with dicks being chemically castrated.
"Ike." The skinny figure said softly with his mouth tightly closed.
Telekinesis? Teleport? Ghost system? Or did I miss
There are usually three categories of tasks: Category ABC.
The fat man walked over slowly, smiled at me and said, "How is it?"
I lifted alone and aimed at the child.
I still remember this woman saying that she was incompetent and rented a house in a civilian area because she could not afford to raise her children by herself.
"Isn't it for your safety?" Fatty said with a smile.
"Pass it to Panda. My phone is not a smart phone and cannot accept pictures. A person? Why can a person be classified as Category A?" I asked doubtfully.
Mutants are only judged as to whether they are a threat or not.
When I came to my senses, the child had already run more than 20 meters.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
Because this is the simplest task.
The method of differentiation is more direct, as long as it is aggressive.
He would go door to door with a book in the slums to register mutants.
The light was turned on and a man appeared in front of me.
…
The child turned around and started running away thinking about the distance.
When I came to my senses, the child had already run more than 20 meters.
Even a little bit would be called a threat.
"What do you mean?" I said.
He is really good, and he taught me all my skills in using guns.
But mutants who pose no threat do have human rights.
…
The child stood up and paused, and we looked at each other.
The fat man ran over at this time and passed the child.
Mutants who pose no threat are called Category C.
Every imaginable ability comes to mind.
…
The things he is responsible for are similar to those of Fatty now.
He would go door to door with a book in the slums to register mutants.
The threatening mutants are called Category B.
Threatening Category B can be killed directly.
"Isn't it for your safety?" Fatty said with a smile.
Category A is a group of two mutants above Category B.
"What else can I do? Let's go to the next room." I took notes and walked slowly to the next room and knocked on the door.
A very normal child, no different from ordinary people.
Franklin, on the other hand, only allowed me to take on Category A tasks.
A shotgun never misses the target at close range, but when I took Franklin's gun, it missed seven times.
The sun was scorching the ground, and the crowds on the road were extremely sparse.
"Did you hit it?" I shouted.
"Do you still remember the old man and the young man in Room 402 in the civilian area just now?" After I said that, I walked out and ran upstairs.
He would go door to door with a book in the slums to register mutants.
I knocked on the door, but the fat man stayed away.
I reached out to grab it, but he turned around and ran out of the room.
"What do you mean?" I said.
Because Franklin was called a lone wolf.
The fat man walked over slowly, smiled at me and said, "How is it?"
"Category A? How many people? What abilities?" I asked subconsciously.
But he didn't fall down at all, and the child ran away.
How ironic.
"What's your name?" I said, holding a pen and paper.
"But what? He's running out." I shouted anxiously.
And some threatening mutants will hide in the slums.
The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, let me take a look."
He is really good, and he taught me all my skills in using guns.
Hit.
But this way of enjoying it is very special.
If there is no discovery, it is basically impossible to find anything.
Just to reduce the probability of deformities for normal people, even people with deformities are classified as mutants and deprived of the ability to reproduce.
Unfortunately, Franklin is a thing of the past.
So what exactly are his abilities.
Looking at the fat man's figure, I don't intend to let him chase children anymore.
"Call Viper."
But the child used the same action to avoid my gun.
…
"Call Viper."
I sighed and said, "What's the next task?"
The fat man closed his mouth and turned on his phone.
An elderly woman and her child.
Surveying the ghetto is the easiest mission in Category C.
Mutants who pose no threat are called Category C.
Just to reduce the probability of deformities for normal people, even people with deformities are classified as mutants and deprived of the ability to reproduce.
But this way of enjoying it is very special.
The fat man walked over slowly, smiled at me and said, "How is it?"
He would go door to door with a book in the slums to register mutants.
"Ike." The skinny figure said softly with his mouth tightly closed.
I saw the child leaning to the left naturally, dodging the barrel of the shotgun and all the bullets fired.
"What do you mean?" I said.
The iron door slowly opened, and a skinny figure appeared in front of me.
Just to reduce the probability of deformities for normal people, even people with deformities are classified as mutants and deprived of the ability to reproduce.
I opened the car door and said, "Mission, Category A."
Ike slowly opened his mouth, and dazzling lights shone from his mouth.
So what exactly are his abilities.
Threatening Category B can be killed directly.
The fat man also returned to the passenger seat and threw a bag of food at me.
He would go door to door with a book in the slums to register mutants.
"Inside." The woman pointed towards the room with a trembling hand.
The fat man was panting and looking at me at a loss.
But mutants who pose no threat do have human rights.
I took out the sunglasses from my pocket and said with a wry smile: "Shut up, is there anyone else in the room?"
Castration is to prevent them from passing on the mutated genes.
How ironic.
The child began to walk slowly towards me.
"Are you still searching civilian areas?"
"Just one person, I will send his photo to your phone."
But he didn't fall down at all, and the child ran away.
Take the mission for Franklin.
The fat man raised his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"
"The Category A fugitive was found in the civilian area you were searching."
"First, because a shotgun never misses a close target. Second, because I don't want to miss a target." Franklin continued to laugh.
But this way of enjoying it is very special.
"Are you still searching civilian areas?"
Mutants are only judged as to whether they are a threat or not.
I fumbled around and took out the soy milk.
The fat man raised his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"
Then orange-yellow fluorescence illuminated the room.
They will be required to be chemically castrated before they can live like normal people.
There was a click, but there were no bullets left.
"Do you know why I can kill so many mutants?" Franklin said with a smile.
"Inside." The woman pointed towards the room with a trembling hand.
Castration is to prevent them from passing on the mutated genes.
Then orange-yellow fluorescence illuminated the room.
"Hit, but what I have is a signal tracking gun." Fatty said.
There was a click, but there were no bullets left.
"Another life-wasting task?" I said.
The fat man said from the side: "Send it to me? What do you want to send me?"
When I came to my senses, the child had already run more than 20 meters.
So more than 90% of these people are poor.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
Don't ask me why he couldn't undergo a surgical excision and enter the category of normal human beings. Once he was born, he would be classified as a mutant.
And some threatening mutants will hide in the slums.
The ground behind the child has been shattered.
A shotgun never misses the target at close range, but when I took Franklin's gun, it missed seven times.
"Category A? How many people? What abilities?" I asked subconsciously.
The fat man walked over slowly, smiled at me and said, "How is it?"
"He is not my child, but my husband," the woman said.
I knocked on the door, but the fat man stayed away.
Castration is to prevent them from passing on the mutated genes.
The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, let me take a look."
"What's your name?" I said, holding a pen and paper.
"My name is Dick. I have no ability. I just have one more thumb than others." After speaking, Dick raised his right hand.
The thumb on his right hand has an extra thumb than a normal person.
How ironic.
The fat man was sweating profusely and said, "Jack, I'm hungry. Let's have some fast food. I'd like to order a cone."
"Who?" a voice came from behind the door.
The fat man raised his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"
The fat man walked over slowly, smiled at me and said, "How is it?"
I frowned slightly, as if I had some reflection.
"Police, census," I shouted.
"Did you hit it?" I shouted.
"The suspect's photo is Category A." I said.
It's salty, and I always get this weird thing wrong.
…
The iron door slowly opened, and a skinny figure appeared in front of me.
But he didn't fall down at all, and the child ran away.
Just to reduce the probability of deformities for normal people, even people with deformities are classified as mutants and deprived of the ability to reproduce.
He was laughing, and it was a laugh.
"First, because a shotgun never misses a close target. Second, because I don't want to miss a target." Franklin continued to laugh.
"Do you still remember the old man and the young man in Room 402 in the civilian area just now?" After I said that, I walked out and ran upstairs.
"The suspect's photo is Category A." I said.
"What's your name?" I said, holding a pen and paper.
"Inside." The woman pointed towards the room with a trembling hand.
At the door of room 402, I pulled out my shotgun.
"Shoot, that kid is Category A." I said.
Mutants who pose no threat are called Category C.
Every imaginable ability comes to mind.
The method of differentiation is more direct, as long as it is aggressive.
He didn't dodge, no matter how close the distance was.
"Ike." The skinny figure said softly with his mouth tightly closed.
I pressed the button on my sunglasses, and the thermal imaging scanned the room.
Franklin, on the other hand, only allowed me to take on Category A tasks.
Unfortunately, Franklin is a thing of the past.
The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, let me take a look."
"What ability?" I asked calmly.
He is a resident of 402.
The fat man said from the side: "Send it to me? What do you want to send me?"
After the fire, the child was still standing there.
Ike slowly opened his mouth, and dazzling lights shone from his mouth.
"Ike." The skinny figure said softly with his mouth tightly closed.
But mutants who pose no threat do have human rights.
The fat man said from the side: "Send it to me? What do you want to send me?"
The child is very slow.
But mutants who pose no threat do have human rights.
There was a click, but there were no bullets left.
I took out the sunglasses from my pocket and said with a wry smile: "Shut up, is there anyone else in the room?"
Ike slowly opened his mouth, and dazzling lights shone from his mouth.
"Are you still searching civilian areas?"
I sighed and said, "What's the next task?"
"My cousin Dick." Ike replied softly with his mouth tightly closed.
The fat man raised his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"
Surveying the ghetto is the easiest mission in Category C.
Wait, I remembered.
"Let him come out, what ability." I subconsciously pulled out the shotgun.
Looking through the notes in his hand.
"Just one person, I will send his photo to your phone."
…
But the child used the same action to avoid my gun.
"I've just finished my search and am leaving," I said.
"I've just finished my search and am leaving," I said.
The fat man raised his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"
The light was turned on and a man appeared in front of me.
The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, let me take a look."
"Let him come out, what ability." I subconsciously pulled out the shotgun.
After making sure there was no one else around, I slowly closed the door.
Mutants who pose no threat are called Category C.
When I came to my senses, the child had already run more than 20 meters.
"Inside." The woman pointed towards the room with a trembling hand.
"My name is Dick. I have no ability. I just have one more thumb than others." After speaking, Dick raised his right hand.
The iron door slowly opened, and a skinny figure appeared in front of me.
"Pass it to Panda. My phone is not a smart phone and cannot accept pictures. A person? Why can a person be classified as Category A?" I asked doubtfully.
"Did you hit it?" I shouted.
"Pass it to Panda. My phone is not a smart phone and cannot accept pictures. A person? Why can a person be classified as Category A?" I asked doubtfully.
The thumb on his right hand has an extra thumb than a normal person.
"Are you still searching civilian areas?"
Therefore, there are also jokes circulating around the world about two mutants with dicks being chemically castrated.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
Hit.
The fat man looked at me with a dissatisfied look on his face and said, "No, why is there another mission?"
How ironic.
Ike slowly opened his mouth, and dazzling lights shone from his mouth.
Deformities were also forcibly included in category C a few years ago.
After making sure there was no one else around, I slowly closed the door.
When I came to my senses, the child had already run more than 20 meters.
"Hit, but what I have is a signal tracking gun." Fatty said.
At this time, the child had already run in front of me.
Just to reduce the probability of deformities for normal people, even people with deformities are classified as mutants and deprived of the ability to reproduce.
Just to reduce the probability of deformities for normal people, even people with deformities are classified as mutants and deprived of the ability to reproduce.
I saw the child leaning to the left naturally, dodging the barrel of the shotgun and all the bullets fired.
Don't ask me why he couldn't undergo a surgical excision and enter the category of normal human beings. Once he was born, he would be classified as a mutant.
I raised the gun again, half a meter away.
"Viper got it," I said.
I pressed the button on my sunglasses, and the thermal imaging scanned the room.
The child began to walk slowly towards me.
The fat man raised his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"
The iron door slowly opened, and a skinny figure appeared in front of me.
The woman who opened the door was still in her sixties or seventies.
Then the label will be with you for life, and if you are found pretending to be a normal person, you will be treated as B level.
The iron door slowly opened, and a skinny figure appeared in front of me.
"Category A? How many people? What abilities?" I asked subconsciously.
"Do you know why I can kill so many mutants?" Franklin said with a smile.
"Are you still searching civilian areas?"
He was laughing, and it was a laugh.
This is also the first time I've encountered this problem.
Why does my shotgun miss
Therefore, there are also jokes circulating around the world about two mutants with dicks being chemically castrated.
I answered the call.
Even a little bit would be called a threat.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
I pressed the button on my sunglasses, and the thermal imaging scanned the room.
I glanced at the number and saw it was the headquarters.
After making sure there was no one else around, I slowly closed the door.
The photo in front of her is her child.
Two accomplices of type B will be classified as type A, so can a mutant with two type B abilities be called A
The fat man said from the side: "Send it to me? What do you want to send me?"
After making sure there was no one else around, I slowly closed the door.
The child is very slow.
My first partner was named Franklin.
He is a resident of 402.
Franklin, on the other hand, only allowed me to take on Category A tasks.
The fat man walked over slowly, smiled at me and said, "How is it?"
If there is no discovery, it is basically impossible to find anything.
"Inside." The woman pointed towards the room with a trembling hand.
"What else can I do? Let's go to the next room." I took notes and walked slowly to the next room and knocked on the door.
A shotgun never misses the target at close range, but when I took Franklin's gun, it missed seven times.
The fat man closed his mouth and turned on his phone.
…
At the door of room 402, I pulled out my shotgun.
There was a click, but there were no bullets left.
The sun was scorching the ground, and the crowds on the road were extremely sparse.
One morning, half the district's slums were searched.
He was laughing, and it was a laugh.
Fatty is my second partner.
They will be required to be chemically castrated before they can live like normal people.
He is really good, and he taught me all my skills in using guns.
I aimed at him again.
I took out the sunglasses from my pocket and said with a wry smile: "Shut up, is there anyone else in the room?"
If there is no discovery, it is basically impossible to find anything.
At that time, I was Franklin's assistant.
At the door of room 402, I pulled out my shotgun.
The sun was scorching the ground, and the crowds on the road were extremely sparse.
"The suspect's photo is Category A." I said.
But he didn't fall down at all, and the child ran away.
Every imaginable ability comes to mind.
Because this is the simplest task.
"My cousin Dick." Ike replied softly with his mouth tightly closed.
Walking straight towards me.
The fat man walked over slowly, smiled at me and said, "How is it?"
…
"Another life-wasting task?" I said.
The sun was scorching the ground, and the crowds on the road were extremely sparse.
My first partner was named Franklin.
The fat man looked at me with a dissatisfied look on his face and said, "No, why is there another mission?"
The fat man was panting and looking at me at a loss.
The fat man was sweating profusely and said, "Jack, I'm hungry. Let's have some fast food. I'd like to order a cone."
Walking straight towards me.
So more than 90% of these people are poor.
I reached out to grab it, but he turned around and ran out of the room.
An elderly woman and her child.
I reached out to grab it, but he turned around and ran out of the room.
Ding Lingling~ The phone rang at this time.
"The suspect's photo is Category A." I said.
The iron door slowly opened, and a skinny figure appeared in front of me.
"I don't have any information here at the moment. The source of the information is the red file. I have no right to ask questions. I can only answer that your suspect may have more than one mutant ability. Therefore, he will be separately included in Category A, waiting for you. good news."
I took out the light stick from my pocket, threw it on the ground, stepped on it and kicked it into the room.
Deformities were also forcibly included in category C a few years ago.
One morning, half the district's slums were searched.
I aimed at him again.
The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, let me take a look."
I glanced at the number and saw it was the headquarters.
I pointed the shotgun at the woman's head and said, "What the hell is he."
He didn't dodge, no matter how close the distance was.
The bullet was indeed fired, and the chair behind the child was shattered.
I aimed at him again.
"Did you hit it?" I shouted.
A pair of golden eyes were particularly obvious, and he seemed to be still smiling at me.
I raised the gun again, half a meter away.
Walking straight towards me.
I answered the call.
A shotgun never misses the target at close range, but when I took Franklin's gun, it missed seven times.
The threatening mutants are called Category B.
Therefore, there are also jokes circulating around the world about two mutants with dicks being chemically castrated.
The photo in front of her is her child.
When I came to my senses, the child had already run more than 20 meters.
If there is no discovery, it is basically impossible to find anything.
So what exactly are his abilities.
Mutants are only judged as to whether they are a threat or not.
"Call Viper."
Ding Lingling~ The phone rang at this time.
Because this is the simplest task.
Did he know I was out of bullets? Is this his ability
The eyes are golden yellow, and there is basically no other information.
The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, let me take a look."
One morning, half the district's slums were searched.
"Viper got it," I said.
At that time, I was Franklin's assistant.
The fat man said from the side: "Send it to me? What do you want to send me?"
There was a click, but there were no bullets left.
"Are you still searching civilian areas?"
They will be required to be chemically castrated before they can live like normal people.
I saw the child leaning to the left naturally, dodging the barrel of the shotgun and all the bullets fired.
The fat man said from the side: "Send it to me? What do you want to send me?"
The child turned around and started running away thinking about the distance.
The light was turned on and a man appeared in front of me.
"The suspect's photo is Category A." I said.
Walking straight towards me.
The trigger was pulled and the shot was fired.
"I've just finished my search and am leaving," I said.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
But he didn't fall down at all, and the child ran away.
I saw the child leaning to the left naturally, dodging the barrel of the shotgun and all the bullets fired.
"The Category A fugitive was found in the civilian area you were searching."
He is really good, and he taught me all my skills in using guns.
I raised the gun again, half a meter away.
"Do you know why I can kill so many mutants?" Franklin said with a smile.
I frowned slightly, as if I had some reflection.
"Category A? How many people? What abilities?" I asked subconsciously.
"Hit, but what I have is a signal tracking gun." Fatty said.
"Viper got it," I said.
"Just one person, I will send his photo to your phone."
Take the mission for Franklin.
I then fired a few more shots.
The child is very slow.
At this time, the child had already run in front of me.
At that time, I was Franklin's assistant.
"Do you know why I can kill so many mutants?" Franklin said with a smile.
And some threatening mutants will hide in the slums.
I pressed the button on my sunglasses, and the thermal imaging scanned the room.
"Pass it to Panda. My phone is not a smart phone and cannot accept pictures. A person? Why can a person be classified as Category A?" I asked doubtfully.
Loaded the gun, pulled the safety, and knocked lightly on the door.
Telekinesis? Teleport? Ghost system? Or did I miss
"Can't other guns also kill mutants? Shotguns are too easy to accidentally injure one's own people." I said.
Then he shot the child.
The fat man said from the side: "Send it to me? What do you want to send me?"
"That's the second question, why am I called a lone wolf." Franklin said with a smile.
I saw the child's appearance, and the child was staring at me.
He would go door to door with a book in the slums to register mutants.
"Can't other guns also kill mutants? Shotguns are too easy to accidentally injure one's own people." I said.
A pair of golden eyes were particularly obvious, and he seemed to be still smiling at me.
He is really good, and he taught me all my skills in using guns.
I saw the child's appearance, and the child was staring at me.
"The suspect's photo is Category A." I said.
It's salty, and I always get this weird thing wrong.
The fat man ran over at this time and passed the child.
It was impossible to avoid him because of his speed, so I pulled the trigger.
"I've just finished my search and am leaving," I said.
Two accomplices of type B will be classified as type A, so can a mutant with two type B abilities be called A
The fat man closed his mouth and turned on his phone.
I pressed the button on my sunglasses, and the thermal imaging scanned the room.
"What ability?" I asked calmly.
"Can't other guns also kill mutants? Shotguns are too easy to accidentally injure one's own people." I said.
At the door of room 402, I pulled out my shotgun.
He was laughing, and it was a laugh.
Loaded the gun, pulled the safety, and knocked lightly on the door.
At this time, the child had already run in front of me.
"Are you still searching civilian areas?"
"I don't have any information here at the moment. The source of the information is the red file. I have no right to ask questions. I can only answer that your suspect may have more than one mutant ability. Therefore, he will be separately included in Category A, waiting for you. good news."
One morning, half the district's slums were searched.
"Pass it to Panda. My phone is not a smart phone and cannot accept pictures. A person? Why can a person be classified as Category A?" I asked doubtfully.
…
Two accomplices of type B will be classified as type A, so can a mutant with two type B abilities be called A
"Can't other guns also kill mutants? Shotguns are too easy to accidentally injure one's own people." I said.
But this way of enjoying it is very special.
I saw the child leaning to the left naturally, dodging the barrel of the shotgun and all the bullets fired.
The fat man closed his mouth and turned on his phone.
This is also the first time I've encountered this problem.
I directly raised the gun, pointed it at the woman's head and shouted, "Where's the child?"
"Can't other guns also kill mutants? Shotguns are too easy to accidentally injure one's own people." I said.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
"Did you hit it?" I shouted.
The fat man raised his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"
I lifted alone and aimed at the child.
I then fired a few more shots.
Fatty is my second partner.
"What do you mean?" I said.
I looked at the images on Fatty’s phone.
Because Franklin was called a lone wolf.
At that time, I was Franklin's assistant.
A very normal child, no different from ordinary people.
At this time, the child had already run in front of me.
The woman who opened the door was still in her sixties or seventies.
Hit.
I glanced at the number and saw it was the headquarters.
After the fire, the child was still standing there.
…
The eyes are golden yellow, and there is basically no other information.
"That's the second question, why am I called a lone wolf." Franklin said with a smile.
"Just one person, I will send his photo to your phone."
He would go door to door with a book in the slums to register mutants.
Deformities were also forcibly included in category C a few years ago.
The iron door slowly opened, and a skinny figure appeared in front of me.
Walking straight towards me.
I frowned slightly, as if I had some reflection.
I knocked on the door, but the fat man stayed away.
The iron door slowly opened, and a skinny figure appeared in front of me.
The fat man stared at the phone screen, scratched his head and said, "It seems true."
The nickname Lone Wolf came from because no one dared to stand and shoot with him.
How ironic.
Looking through the notes in his hand.
Two accomplices of type B will be classified as type A, so can a mutant with two type B abilities be called A
The child began to walk slowly towards me.
Then orange-yellow fluorescence illuminated the room.
Castration is to prevent them from passing on the mutated genes.
Wait, I remembered.
"That's the second question, why am I called a lone wolf." Franklin said with a smile.
I opened the car door and said, "Mission, Category A."
He is a resident of 402.
But the child used the same action to avoid my gun.
"Category A? How many people? What abilities?" I asked subconsciously.
I fumbled around and took out the soy milk.
An elderly woman and her child.
90% similar, except that the child himself is smaller than in the photo.
At this time, the child had already run in front of me.
Two accomplices of type B will be classified as type A, so can a mutant with two type B abilities be called A
The fat man stared at the phone screen, scratched his head and said, "It seems true."
The child turned around and started running away thinking about the distance.
The photo in front of her is her child.
Unfortunately, Franklin is a thing of the past.
After making sure there was no one else around, I slowly closed the door.
90% similar, except that the child himself is smaller than in the photo.
There are usually three categories of tasks: Category ABC.
Mutants are only judged as to whether they are a threat or not.
The ground behind the child has been shattered.
Loaded the gun, pulled the safety, and knocked lightly on the door.
So what exactly are his abilities.
The nickname Lone Wolf came from because no one dared to stand and shoot with him.
Walking straight towards me.
But the child used the same action to avoid my gun.
I opened the car door and said, "Mission, Category A."
"Do you know why I can kill so many mutants?" Franklin said with a smile.
So more than 90% of these people are poor.
The ground behind the child has been shattered.
A pair of golden eyes were particularly obvious, and he seemed to be still smiling at me.
The fat man was sweating profusely and said, "Jack, I'm hungry. Let's have some fast food. I'd like to order a cone."
Looking at the fat man's figure, I don't intend to let him chase children anymore.
The fat man looked at me with a dissatisfied look on his face and said, "No, why is there another mission?"
I aimed at him again.
But this way of enjoying it is very special.
"Do you still remember the old man and the young man in Room 402 in the civilian area just now?" After I said that, I walked out and ran upstairs.
I then fired a few more shots.
"Pass it to Panda. My phone is not a smart phone and cannot accept pictures. A person? Why can a person be classified as Category A?" I asked doubtfully.
The fat man stared at the phone screen, scratched his head and said, "It seems true."
I raised the gun again, half a meter away.
I knocked on the door, but the fat man stayed away.
I glanced at the number and saw it was the headquarters.
At the door of room 402, I pulled out my shotgun.
…
I directly raised the gun, pointed it at the woman's head and shouted, "Where's the child?"
"Just one person, I will send his photo to your phone."
Walking straight towards me.
I looked at the images on Fatty’s phone.
I saw the child's appearance, and the child was staring at me.
I fumbled around and took out the soy milk.
Walking straight towards me.
Loaded the gun, pulled the safety, and knocked lightly on the door.
"I've just finished my search and am leaving," I said.
…
The woman who opened the door was still in her sixties or seventies.
The fat man also returned to the passenger seat and threw a bag of food at me.
Then the label will be with you for life, and if you are found pretending to be a normal person, you will be treated as B level.
At that time, I was Franklin's assistant.
"Can't other guns also kill mutants? Shotguns are too easy to accidentally injure one's own people." I said.
He was laughing, and it was a laugh.
At this time, the child had already run in front of me.
I looked at the images on Fatty’s phone.
I directly raised the gun, pointed it at the woman's head and shouted, "Where's the child?"
He is really good, and he taught me all my skills in using guns.
The fat man walked over slowly, smiled at me and said, "How is it?"
Unfortunately, Franklin is a thing of the past.
I still remember this woman saying that she was incompetent and rented a house in a civilian area because she could not afford to raise her children by herself.
And some threatening mutants will hide in the slums.
…
The fat man ran over at this time and passed the child.
"What ability?" I asked calmly.
"Just one person, I will send his photo to your phone."
"What ability?" I asked calmly.
"Inside." The woman pointed towards the room with a trembling hand.
"Call Viper."
The fat man looked at me with a dissatisfied look on his face and said, "No, why is there another mission?"
The fat man was stunned and shouted: "But."
An elderly woman and her child.
"First, because a shotgun never misses a close target. Second, because I don't want to miss a target." Franklin continued to laugh.
An elderly woman and her child.
Then he shot the child.
I took out the light stick from my pocket, threw it on the ground, stepped on it and kicked it into the room.
The things he is responsible for are similar to those of Fatty now.
"Ike." The skinny figure said softly with his mouth tightly closed.
The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, let me take a look."
The eyes are golden yellow, and there is basically no other information.
Then orange-yellow fluorescence illuminated the room.
The thumb on his right hand has an extra thumb than a normal person.
He glanced at the old woman next to him carefully, and placed his other hand in front of the old woman to prevent her from causing trouble.
My first partner was named Franklin.
The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, let me take a look."
"Inside." The woman pointed towards the room with a trembling hand.
"Can't other guns also kill mutants? Shotguns are too easy to accidentally injure one's own people." I said.
"The Category A fugitive was found in the civilian area you were searching."
I saw the child's appearance, and the child was staring at me.
Franklin, on the other hand, only allowed me to take on Category A tasks.
"What ability?" I asked calmly.
A pair of golden eyes were particularly obvious, and he seemed to be still smiling at me.
He didn't dodge, no matter how close the distance was.
After the fire, the child was still standing there.
How ironic.
I lifted alone and aimed at the child.
I pressed the button on my sunglasses, and the thermal imaging scanned the room.
The ground behind the child has been shattered.
The nickname Lone Wolf came from because no one dared to stand and shoot with him.
"Just one person, I will send his photo to your phone."
One morning, half the district's slums were searched.
"Do you know why I can kill so many mutants?" Franklin said with a smile.
I took out the light stick from my pocket, threw it on the ground, stepped on it and kicked it into the room.
He glanced at the old woman next to him carefully, and placed his other hand in front of the old woman to prevent her from causing trouble.
"Shoot, that kid is Category A." I said.
Two accomplices of type B will be classified as type A, so can a mutant with two type B abilities be called A
The sun was scorching the ground, and the crowds on the road were extremely sparse.
The bullet was indeed fired, and the chair behind the child was shattered.
…
"Another life-wasting task?" I said.
Then he shot the child.
I sighed and said, "What's the next task?"
"Hit, but what I have is a signal tracking gun." Fatty said.
Franklin, on the other hand, only allowed me to take on Category A tasks.
Why does my shotgun miss
I stared wide-eyed to see what was going on.
The fat man ran over at this time and passed the child.
"But what? He's running out." I shouted anxiously.
At the door of room 402, I pulled out my shotgun.
After the fire, the child was still standing there.
I aimed at him again.
"What ability?" I asked calmly.
Hit.
The bullet was indeed fired, and the chair behind the child was shattered.
He would go door to door with a book in the slums to register mutants.
The ground behind the child has been shattered.
I looked at the images on Fatty’s phone.
Telekinesis? Teleport? Ghost system? Or did I miss
After the fire, the child was still standing there.
The photo in front of her is her child.
…
"Pass it to Panda. My phone is not a smart phone and cannot accept pictures. A person? Why can a person be classified as Category A?" I asked doubtfully.
Every imaginable ability comes to mind.
I directly raised the gun, pointed it at the woman's head and shouted, "Where's the child?"
I opened the car door and said, "Mission, Category A."
He is really good, and he taught me all my skills in using guns.
The fat man stared at the phone screen, scratched his head and said, "It seems true."
And some threatening mutants will hide in the slums.
"What do you mean?" I said.
The light was turned on and a man appeared in front of me.
Surveying the ghetto is the easiest mission in Category C.
The child began to walk slowly towards me.
The fat man pulled out his pistol and fired.
Don't ask me why he couldn't undergo a surgical excision and enter the category of normal human beings. Once he was born, he would be classified as a mutant.
"Pass it to Panda. My phone is not a smart phone and cannot accept pictures. A person? Why can a person be classified as Category A?" I asked doubtfully.
I frowned slightly, as if I had some reflection.
Two accomplices of type B will be classified as type A, so can a mutant with two type B abilities be called A
The child stood up and paused, and we looked at each other.
"He is not my child, but my husband," the woman said.
Walking straight towards me.
But the child used the same action to avoid my gun.
The fat man stared at the phone screen, scratched his head and said, "It seems true."
Why does my shotgun miss
I aimed at him again.
It was impossible to avoid him because of his speed, so I pulled the trigger.
The child is very slow.
He glanced at the old woman next to him carefully, and placed his other hand in front of the old woman to prevent her from causing trouble.
The trigger was pulled and the shot was fired.
"Do you still remember the old man and the young man in Room 402 in the civilian area just now?" After I said that, I walked out and ran upstairs.
Why does my shotgun miss
I frowned slightly, as if I had some reflection.
I stared wide-eyed to see what was going on.
The fat man raised his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"
I then fired a few more shots.
Then he shot the child.
Mutants who pose no threat are called Category C.
Walking straight towards me.
I aimed at him again.
The light was turned on and a man appeared in front of me.
I saw the child leaning to the left naturally, dodging the barrel of the shotgun and all the bullets fired.
The fat man was stunned and shouted: "But."
The fat man stared at the phone screen, scratched his head and said, "It seems true."
"Pass it to Panda. My phone is not a smart phone and cannot accept pictures. A person? Why can a person be classified as Category A?" I asked doubtfully.
The nickname Lone Wolf came from because no one dared to stand and shoot with him.
The ground behind the child has been shattered.
When I came to my senses, the child had already run more than 20 meters.
I opened the car door and said, "Mission, Category A."
"The Category A fugitive was found in the civilian area you were searching."
The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, let me take a look."
The child is very slow.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
"Viper got it," I said.
How ironic.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
Loaded the gun, pulled the safety, and knocked lightly on the door.
There are usually three categories of tasks: Category ABC.
I pointed the shotgun at the woman's head and said, "What the hell is he."
"The Category A fugitive was found in the civilian area you were searching."
I then fired a few more shots.
This is also the first time I've encountered this problem.
He was laughing, and it was a laugh.
"Category A? How many people? What abilities?" I asked subconsciously.
But the child used the same action to avoid my gun.
At this time, the child had already run in front of me.
He didn't dodge, no matter how close the distance was.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
I lifted alone and aimed at the child.
At this time, the child had already run in front of me.
I pressed the button on my sunglasses, and the thermal imaging scanned the room.
"My cousin Dick." Ike replied softly with his mouth tightly closed.
Because this is the simplest task.
Category A is a group of two mutants above Category B.
I reached out to grab it, but he turned around and ran out of the room.
And some threatening mutants will hide in the slums.
The iron door slowly opened, and a skinny figure appeared in front of me.
He didn't dodge, no matter how close the distance was.
He is really good, and he taught me all my skills in using guns.
"Pass it to Panda. My phone is not a smart phone and cannot accept pictures. A person? Why can a person be classified as Category A?" I asked doubtfully.
Why does my shotgun miss
Did he know I was out of bullets? Is this his ability
The fat man smiled and said, "Wait, let me take a look."
The child stood up and paused, and we looked at each other.
"Do you know why I can kill so many mutants?" Franklin said with a smile.
A pair of golden eyes were particularly obvious, and he seemed to be still smiling at me.
The photo in front of her is her child.
Because this is the simplest task.
Why does my shotgun miss
Ike slowly opened his mouth, and dazzling lights shone from his mouth.
He was laughing, and it was a laugh.
"Let him come out, what ability." I subconsciously pulled out the shotgun.
…
I raised the gun again, half a meter away.
I pressed the button on my sunglasses, and the thermal imaging scanned the room.
I fumbled around and took out the soy milk.
He didn't dodge, no matter how close the distance was.
Surveying the ghetto is the easiest mission in Category C.
But he didn't fall down at all, and the child ran away.
Franklin, on the other hand, only allowed me to take on Category A tasks.
It was impossible to avoid him because of his speed, so I pulled the trigger.
"Viper got it," I said.
But the child used the same action to avoid my gun.
"Ike." The skinny figure said softly with his mouth tightly closed.
I took out the light stick from my pocket, threw it on the ground, stepped on it and kicked it into the room.
The fat man was panting and looking at me at a loss.
The fat man was panting and looking at me at a loss.
At that time, I was Franklin's assistant.
There was a click, but there were no bullets left.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
The fat man pulled out his pistol and fired.
The child turned around and started running away thinking about the distance.
"Do you still remember the old man and the young man in Room 402 in the civilian area just now?" After I said that, I walked out and ran upstairs.
Castration is to prevent them from passing on the mutated genes.
Did he know I was out of bullets? Is this his ability
Franklin, on the other hand, only allowed me to take on Category A tasks.
"What else can I do? Let's go to the next room." I took notes and walked slowly to the next room and knocked on the door.
Looking at the fat man's figure, I don't intend to let him chase children anymore.
Mutants are only judged as to whether they are a threat or not.
And some threatening mutants will hide in the slums.
Surveying the ghetto is the easiest mission in Category C.
I sighed and said, "What's the next task?"
How ironic.
So what exactly are his abilities.
Why does my shotgun miss
"Who?" a voice came from behind the door.
Why does my shotgun miss
Loaded the gun, pulled the safety, and knocked lightly on the door.
Ike slowly opened his mouth, and dazzling lights shone from his mouth.
Category A is a group of two mutants above Category B.
…
"Another life-wasting task?" I said.
The child stood up and paused, and we looked at each other.
The child turned around and started running away thinking about the distance.
If there is no discovery, it is basically impossible to find anything.
"Are you still searching civilian areas?"
This is also the first time I've encountered this problem.
A shotgun never misses the target at close range, but when I took Franklin's gun, it missed seven times.
"Ike." The skinny figure said softly with his mouth tightly closed.
"Franklin, why do you have to use a shotgun?" I said.
Mutants who pose no threat are called Category C.
I frowned slightly, as if I had some reflection.
One morning, half the district's slums were searched.
Every imaginable ability comes to mind.
Threatening Category B can be killed directly.
Then orange-yellow fluorescence illuminated the room.
Loaded the gun, pulled the safety, and knocked lightly on the door.
"Do you know why I can kill so many mutants?" Franklin said with a smile.
"Do you still remember the old man and the young man in Room 402 in the civilian area just now?" After I said that, I walked out and ran upstairs.
"Isn't it for your safety?" Fatty said with a smile.
Walking straight towards me.
The ground behind the child has been shattered.
"The Category A fugitive was found in the civilian area you were searching."
…
"Can't other guns also kill mutants? Shotguns are too easy to accidentally injure one's own people." I said.
There was a click, but there were no bullets left.
"I don't have any information here at the moment. The source of the information is the red file. I have no right to ask questions. I can only answer that your suspect may have more than one mutant ability. Therefore, he will be separately included in Category A, waiting for you. good news."
Mutants are only judged as to whether they are a threat or not.
The fat man was sweating profusely and said, "Jack, I'm hungry. Let's have some fast food. I'd like to order a cone."
"Let him come out, what ability." I subconsciously pulled out the shotgun.
I knocked on the door, but the fat man stayed away.
"That's the second question, why am I called a lone wolf." Franklin said with a smile.
So more than 90% of these people are poor.
Because Franklin was called a lone wolf.
"What do you mean?" I said.
This is also the first time I've encountered this problem.
I opened the car door and said, "Mission, Category A."
"First, because a shotgun never misses a close target. Second, because I don't want to miss a target." Franklin continued to laugh.
At that time, I was Franklin's assistant.
Don't ask me why he couldn't undergo a surgical excision and enter the category of normal human beings. Once he was born, he would be classified as a mutant.
"Isn't it for your safety?" Fatty said with a smile.
Just to reduce the probability of deformities for normal people, even people with deformities are classified as mutants and deprived of the ability to reproduce.
The nickname Lone Wolf came from because no one dared to stand and shoot with him.
I lifted alone and aimed at the child.
I took out the sunglasses from my pocket and said with a wry smile: "Shut up, is there anyone else in the room?"
After the fire, the child was still standing there.
A shotgun never misses the target at close range, but when I took Franklin's gun, it missed seven times.
I pointed the shotgun at the woman's head and said, "What the hell is he."
"Franklin, why do you have to use a shotgun?" I said.
"My cousin Dick." Ike replied softly with his mouth tightly closed.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
I reached out to grab it, but he turned around and ran out of the room.
Every imaginable ability comes to mind.
…
I opened the car door and said, "Mission, Category A."
I took out the sunglasses from my pocket and said with a wry smile: "Shut up, is there anyone else in the room?"
"But what? He's running out." I shouted anxiously.
"The suspect's photo is Category A." I said.
When I came to my senses, the child had already run more than 20 meters.
I then fired a few more shots.
The photo in front of her is her child.
I frowned slightly, as if I had some reflection.
He was laughing, and it was a laugh.
"Do you know why I can kill so many mutants?" Franklin said with a smile.
And some threatening mutants will hide in the slums.
Mutants who pose no threat are called Category C.
The fat man ran over at this time and passed the child.
The bullet was indeed fired, and the chair behind the child was shattered.
He is really good, and he taught me all my skills in using guns.
A pair of golden eyes were particularly obvious, and he seemed to be still smiling at me.
"My cousin Dick." Ike replied softly with his mouth tightly closed.
Because this is the simplest task.
Looking at the fat man's figure, I don't intend to let him chase children anymore.
I answered the call.
The fat man was panting and looking at me at a loss.
Then the label will be with you for life, and if you are found pretending to be a normal person, you will be treated as B level.
"The Category A fugitive was found in the civilian area you were searching."
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
"Shoot, that kid is Category A." I said.
A shotgun never misses the target at close range, but when I took Franklin's gun, it missed seven times.
"Franklin, why do you have to use a shotgun?" I said.
The things he is responsible for are similar to those of Fatty now.
The fat man was stunned and shouted: "But."
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
Looking through the notes in his hand.
An elderly woman and her child.
The fat man stared at the phone screen, scratched his head and said, "It seems true."
So more than 90% of these people are poor.
There are usually three categories of tasks: Category ABC.
I frowned slightly, as if I had some reflection.
The fat man walked over slowly, smiled at me and said, "How is it?"
"But what? He's running out." I shouted anxiously.
He is really good, and he taught me all my skills in using guns.
"Police, census," I shouted.
There are usually three categories of tasks: Category ABC.
I raised the gun again, half a meter away.
Mutants who pose no threat are called Category C.
The fat man pulled out his pistol and fired.
I still remember this woman saying that she was incompetent and rented a house in a civilian area because she could not afford to raise her children by herself.
I saw the child leaning to the left naturally, dodging the barrel of the shotgun and all the bullets fired.
Hit.
"What else can I do? Let's go to the next room." I took notes and walked slowly to the next room and knocked on the door.
Looking through the notes in his hand.
Don't ask me why he couldn't undergo a surgical excision and enter the category of normal human beings. Once he was born, he would be classified as a mutant.
"Do you know why I can kill so many mutants?" Franklin said with a smile.
But mutants who pose no threat do have human rights.
But he didn't fall down at all, and the child ran away.
"What's your name?" I said, holding a pen and paper.
"Ike." The skinny figure said softly with his mouth tightly closed.
"Inside." The woman pointed towards the room with a trembling hand.
I reached out to grab it, but he turned around and ran out of the room.
"Police, census," I shouted.
When I came to my senses, I closed the safety on the shotgun and withdrew the bullet from it.
The fat man took out his mobile phone and pressed it wildly: "I took a C-category mission and went to the slums to check for mutants."
"Did you hit it?" I shouted.
"First, because a shotgun never misses a close target. Second, because I don't want to miss a target." Franklin continued to laugh.
Ike slowly opened his mouth, and dazzling lights shone from his mouth.
But he didn't fall down at all, and the child ran away.
"Hit, but what I have is a signal tracking gun." Fatty said.
"What else can I do? Let's go to the next room." I took notes and walked slowly to the next room and knocked on the door.
The fat man pulled out his pistol and fired.
The fat man looked at me with a dissatisfied look on his face and said, "No, why is there another mission?"
The fat man said from the side: "Send it to me? What do you want to send me?"
They will be required to be chemically castrated before they can live like normal people.
"But what? He's running out." I shouted anxiously.
Don't ask me why he couldn't undergo a surgical excision and enter the category of normal human beings. Once he was born, he would be classified as a mutant.
The child is very slow.
Looking at the fat man's figure, I don't intend to let him chase children anymore.
"Inside." The woman pointed towards the room with a trembling hand.
I knocked on the door, but the fat man stayed away.
But the child used the same action to avoid my gun.
I answered the call.
"Call Viper."
The fat man ran over at this time and passed the child.
I pointed the shotgun at the woman's head and said, "What the hell is he."
The fat man raised his phone and said to me, "Do you have any impression of this person?"
Then the label will be with you for life, and if you are found pretending to be a normal person, you will be treated as B level.
Threatening Category B can be killed directly.
Because this is the simplest task.
The child stood up and paused, and we looked at each other.
"He is not my child, but my husband," the woman said.
"Just one person, I will send his photo to your phone."
The fat man pulled out his pistol and fired.
Walking straight towards me.