Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

And sometimes they can even unite to counter the other side.

As for the Red Devils.

Xiao glanced at him casually; of all the people, this was the one he couldn't see through the most.

He still doesn't know about the Red Devils' past.

All I knew was that he was a mutant who had lived for many years.

Xiao chuckled, skipping the previous topic, and toasted and chatted with everyone.

But Shaw failed to notice the flicker of annoyance in Red Devil's eyes.

In fact, it's not just Xiao.

The Red Devils are also very annoyed.

The Red Devil was annoyed because he recognized someone.

After seeing the young mutant who assassinated the president on television, he became certain of one thing: that young mutant was his child.

The old man found his son.

This sounds like good news.

In reality, the Red Devil didn't treat these children as family at all; on the contrary, they were just sacrifices and tools to achieve his plan.

Red Devil is delighted to have found a new bloodline successor.

The bad news is that the son was taken to Terra.

The Red Devil didn't dare to venture into Terra and take his son away; he feared that the Astartes, Ravens, and Grey Knights would find him before he could.

If they arrest and kill him, he'll be left with nothing but regret.

However, it's impossible to get him to give up.

This is related to his plans.

Thinking of this, Red Devil glanced at Xiao, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Perhaps we can make use of this Black King.

.......

After the mutant immigration bill was officially launched.

The world has witnessed a massive wave of immigration.

Even in the United States, state governments in major cities have rapidly formulated mutant immigration policies.

They will cooperate unconditionally with the information transmitted from Terra, providing manpower, money, and effort to gather the mutants whose applications have been approved and treat them to good food and drink for free.

Then they were all taken to the city's international airport.

Airports connecting to the international airports were quickly established in several cities, including the capital of Terra, and air routes to Terra were temporarily opened.

The government of Terra will also pay for air transport.

On the contrary, it allows those countries to make a small profit.

This behavior also gave governments around the world some peace of mind. The Terra government adopted a relatively moderate approach and was not overly forceful or domineering.

San Francisco Airport.

It is now February.

As temperatures gradually rise, people have shed their thick down jackets and sweaters, opting instead for simple long-sleeved T-shirts and coats.

San Francisco Airport was bustling with activity that day.

Many passengers waiting to board their flights in the airport waiting room looked at the group gathered in front of them with strange eyes.

There are approximately three hundred people.

They varied in age, the oldest appearing to be around forty years old, while the youngest was probably not even six or seven.

These people were dressed neatly and carried few items, at most a backpack.

The key point is that this group of people were surrounded by San Francisco police and airport security personnel, making them very conspicuous.

Seeing these people, many passengers waiting to board the plane started talking amongst themselves.

"Those people are the mutants who immigrated to Terra?"

"It should be, didn't they say there were two flights to Terra today, one in the morning and one in the afternoon?"

"Wow, there are even children who are a few years old."

"These freaks are finally leaving."

"Fuck, if you're looking to die, don't drag me into it. Are you trying to be racist? Don't you know the state government has already passed anti-mutant discrimination laws?"

"Pshaw, those guys are just sucking up to Terra."

"No matter what, don't do anything stupid. Those cops will really arrest you. Don't drag me into this."

People have different thoughts; most are curious, but also envious.

Clearly, for most people, immigrating to Terra is a highly desirable option.

Even though they are Americans, they are not immune to this mentality.

It's true that the United States is powerful. In the past, they were the ones to be envied and should be proud, but now the tide has turned.

Everyone knows that besides humans, there are all sorts of other threats in this world, such as demons.

Compared to alien monsters that could appear at any time, Terra's unparalleled sense of security is much more reassuring.

The strange looks and chatter from these people did not disturb the mutants' happiness.

In the past, they might have hidden themselves immediately.

Now they don't need to anymore. They can all hold their heads high because they are now Terrans. No one can bully them or hurt them.

If anyone dares to do this, the San Francisco police will take immediate action.

“Hey buddy, what’s your name? I’m Marcos Diaz, I’m 18 years old, and I’m from Texas.”

"John, 26, from Minnesota."

"Wow, I've never been to Minnesota before, and all of this is with you?"

"Yes, they are all my partners, in order to evade capture."

"Okay, it's all in the past now. No one will hurt us intentionally anymore."

"Ah."

One of the girls, with long green hair, fair skin, and wearing black leather armor, a white T-shirt, and jeans, was quietly observing and listening in the crowd.

Suddenly she realized someone had bumped into her, so she immediately turned her head away.

She was a very pretty Asian girl with dark hair, about the same age as me.

The girl seemed a little shy and quickly apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"No problem. My name is Lorna Dane, codename Polaris, I'm 16. What about you?"

Lorna, with her green hair, waved her hand dismissively, then looked at the girl with a scrutinizing gaze and asked.

“My name is Clarice Ferguson, and I’m 16 years old, just like you. My codename is Blink.”

"Flash? That's cool. Are you American?" Lorna asked, somewhat puzzled, given the obvious Asian features of the other person.

But the name is very American.

Logically, if someone is of Asian descent, most of them will have the characteristics of an Asian name.

“I was born in the United States, and my father is an Asian immigrant,” Clarice answered softly.

“Okay.” Lorna looked at the timid Clarice and for some reason could sense that she was like a timid little animal, wary of everything.

So, out of empathy, he started chatting with Clarice.

Since they are both mutants and will be immigrating to Terra, their interactions are quite harmonious.

After all, if someone can pass the official Terra application review, they can be trusted that the other party is not a bad person.

So there wasn't much preparation.

During their conversation, both of them talked about their past, and both had classic mutant-like, unpleasant pasts.

Having shared very similar experiences and backgrounds greatly brought the two of them closer together.

We chatted for quite a while.

The two then heard the staff member's voice, informing them that it was time to register.

With mixed feelings of excitement and trepidation, the two girls followed the crowd through the final boarding security check and boarded the plane.

Everyone boarded the plane, and the seats had already been assigned. Lorna and Clarice were not sitting together, so Lorna took the initiative to talk to the mutant next to Clarice.

The mutant readily agreed, and the two switched places.

The two friends, who had only known each other for a short time, started chatting happily again.

During the chat, the plane quickly took off.

Lorna felt unwell at first, so she closed her eyes.

In fact, she also has many characteristics similar to other mutants, namely, that her abilities can become uncontrollable due to emotional fluctuations.

However, after her application was approved, she and other mutants were gathered together by the state government and given a suppressor.

This suppressor is specifically designed to suppress the abilities of mutants.

It was provided by the Terra government.

It is not harmful.

This is to ensure that the mutants' abilities do not go out of control during transport.

The suppressor worked very well. Lorna could feel that her abilities were not out of control at all, so after the initial discomfort subsided, she quickly adapted once the plane reached cruising altitude.

This time, the flight from San Francisco International Airport to Terra's capital is expected to take about 11 hours.

The cabin service was excellent; all food, water, drinks, snacks, and more were provided.

These thoughtful details greatly alleviated the anxieties of the mutants.

Lorna, being very outgoing, asked the flight attendants for a lot of snacks and juice, and even took out a lot of her favorite snacks from her backpack for Clarice.

Upon seeing this, the latter also shared his snacks.

The two girls happily ate snacks and drank juice, while looking forward to their future days in Terra.

However, what neither the two girls nor the other mutants expected was that the flight encountered a small mishap.

Someone is up to no good.

The flight had lasted less than half an hour.

An unexpected incident occurred. Inside the cockpit of the aircraft, the captain, who had appeared to be flying normally, suddenly had a cold look in his eyes, his gaze becoming vacant.

Chapter 265 Everyone Must Die (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Everyone must die."

The captain muttered to himself as he disengaged the autopilot, then shut off the horizontal trim, deactivated flight stability, and finally pushed the stick to dive.

A rapid "beep beep" alarm sounded in the cabin, and the green autopilot icon on the screen went out instantly.

The plane instantly lost its angle and began to descend.

While he was doing this, the co-pilot was completely stunned. He never expected that the captain would do something like this.

The co-pilot only realized what was happening after he felt the recoil pressure from the dive.

He roared, "Chris, what the hell are you doing?"

Almost instinctively, he gripped the right control stick tightly and pulled upwards with all his might, trying to forcefully return to a level flight attitude.