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Covered in wounds, Olive struggled to leap onto the wall, and the three of them jumped down together, fleeing into the darkness in the distance.

As soon as the three left, the crowd below quickly returned to normal.

"X-8, are you alright?"

When the five armed men saw the crew-cut youth lying on the ground, they realized they had attacked the wrong target.

Immediately, someone stepped forward to check on the young man with the buzz cut and injected him with the antidote for the gene inhibitor.

More than ten minutes later, the crew-cut youth gradually recovered, and his injuries disappeared at a visible speed.

"Chase them! They can't escape!"

The crew-cut youth looked in the direction Ian and the other two had fled and said in a cold voice.

Chapter Seventy Taking Action

Mark clearly saw the fight between the two sides inside the courtyard through the intersection's surveillance cameras.

"These three people all have pretty good mutant abilities, and more importantly, none of them chose to abandon their companions and escape alone!"

Mark was impressed with the three men's mutant abilities, but he valued their character even more and had already decided to recruit them.

At that moment, Ian was driving a dilapidated pickup truck, carrying Olive and Harumi Sōta, speeding down the highway.

After running for more than ten kilometers, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had finally shaken off their pursuers.

But they were unaware that Trask Group's surveillance satellites had already locked onto the nearby area.

The crew-cut young man from before, along with five armed men, was speeding towards them in a car.

Ian and his two companions' movements were always under their control.

At this point, Olive had returned to human form, with only her animal ears and tail remaining.

The tattered pajamas barely covered her body, and her previously severe injuries were healing rapidly.

However, as a beast-type mutant, Olive's physical strength and healing abilities far exceed those of ordinary people.

"Ian, how did you spot those hunting dogs beforehand?"

Olive finally asked the question that had been bothering her.

If Ian hadn't given them a heads-up, they really wouldn't have been able to escape once the three of them were cornered in the room.

But Olive's perception far surpasses Ian's. Even she didn't detect the enemy's appearance in advance. How did Ian know?

“A stranger suddenly called me and told me about this.”

Ian didn't hide anything and told the two of them about receiving a call from Mark.

"Who exactly is this person? Why is he helping us?"

Olive and Harumi Aoi exchanged glances, their minds racing with speculation about Mark's identity.

"Ringling..."

Just then, Ian's phone rang.

As he drove, he glanced at his phone and his expression immediately changed: "It's that same person again!"

The expressions of the three of them became serious.

They had just escaped from their pursuers when the phone rang; it couldn't be a coincidence.

It felt like their every move was being watched by this mysterious person, and that was a very unsettling feeling!

After a slight hesitation, Ian answered the phone on speakerphone: "Hello, may I ask who you are...?"

He tried to ask Mark about his identity, but Mark didn't answer at all.

He cut to the chase: "Trsk has its own surveillance satellites, and they've already located you! The people who arrested you are now about five kilometers behind you, and they should be able to catch up in about ten minutes!"

"what!"

Ian and the other two heard Mark's words and their expressions changed.

They looked back, but could only see the pitch-black night.

"Don't even think about abandoning the vehicle and escaping into the nearby streets to hide. The mutant who just captured you has an extremely keen sense of smell; he has memorized your scent. You can't escape."

Mark's words shattered their last hope.

"Are we just supposed to wait to die?"

All three of them looked somewhat desperate.

Ordinary people might think of calling the police, but as mutants, they instinctively lack trust in the police.

"I can help you shake off your pursuers."

Just as the three were falling into despair, Mark continued to speak.

The three exchanged a glance, instinctively becoming wary.

They have suffered discrimination and persecution for years and simply do not believe that strangers would be so kind as to help them for no reason.

"Why are you helping us like this? What's your purpose?"

Ian voiced his doubts.

"My goal is very simple: I want to hire you to work for me in the future."

Mark didn't hide anything and frankly stated his purpose.

"impossible!"

Before Ian could answer, Olive, sitting in the back, shouted excitedly, "You people don't treat us mutants like human beings at all! We'd rather die than work for you!"

She had clearly gone through something that made her completely lose trust in ordinary people.

Mark knew that most mutants shared this sentiment: they were unwilling to interact with ordinary people, let alone work for them.

"But what if I told you that I'm actually a mutant too?"

Mark delivered the speech he had prepared long ago.

"What? You're a mutant too!"

Ian and the other two's expressions changed again.

If Mark were also a mutant, the situation would be different; he would naturally gain the favor and trust of the three.

"If you don't believe me, I will meet with you in person later to prove my identity."

Mark said confidently.

Once he demonstrates his superhuman strength and speed, who can say he isn't a mutant?

“If you can really prove you’re a mutant, we can work for you.”

In the end, it was Olive who spoke up, making the decision on behalf of the three of them.

"it is good!"

Mark nodded in satisfaction: "Now head to 67 Punk Street. I've rented a house there as a safe house. You can stay there temporarily. I'll take care of the pursuers behind you."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

At that moment, the crew-cut young man behind them was driving a jeep at high speed on the highway.

With his superhuman reflexes, he drove the car to almost its maximum speed.

The navigation system indicated that the target vehicle was three kilometers ahead of them.

At their current speeds, he only needs five minutes to catch up with the other.

"Huh? Something's not right! Why did the other vehicle suddenly accelerate?"

The crew-cut young man frowned slightly.

However, he was confident in his driving skills; it would just take a little more time.

Twenty minutes later, the crew-cut youth finally caught up with the target vehicle.

But after he forcibly stopped the vehicle in front of him, he was surprised to find that the people inside were ordinary people, not Ian and his group at all!

All of this was, of course, Mark's doing.

He had Alice tamper with the location signals transmitted by the monitoring satellite, misleading the crew-cut youth and others who were tracking them.

However, this incident should also make it clear to the Terraske Group that their communications satellites have been hacked.

At that moment, at the headquarters of the Trask Group, President Lawrence was furious.

"You people in the Information Department are all useless! Your own communications satellite was hacked, and you didn't even know?"

He berated the head of the group's information department, then issued the order: "Immediately disconnect all external satellite communication connections, find and patch security vulnerabilities. If anything like this happens again, everyone in your information department is fired!"

Chapter 71 Hiring (Available tomorrow, hope you all support it!)

At this moment, Ian and his two companions had already driven to the safe house address that Mark had given them.

They were initially wary, carefully surveying the area around the safe house to confirm there were no ambushes before getting out of the car.

Following Mark's directions, they found a key under a flowerpot outside the gate, opened the gate, and went inside.

They then found some food, water, and firearms and ammunition inside the room.

This made Ian and his two companions lower their guard slightly against the mysterious Mark.

After all, if Mark were truly hostile, he wouldn't have left them with weapons and ammunition.

Mark didn't rush to see Ian and the other two.

After they had a good night's rest, Mark took Li Qianhuan to the safe house the next morning.

Bringing Li Qianhuan, a real mutant, along would also earn Ian and the other two more trust.

Mark made no attempt to disguise himself this time, appearing before the three of them in his true form.

"Was it you who made the phone call last night?"

Upon seeing Mark, Ian, and the other two were all dumbfounded.

Last night, the mysterious person's voice was deep and authoritative. In their minds, he should be a person of high status, deep mind, and cunning.

But what's standing in front of them now is Mark, a six-year-old child. How can they accept that?

"Just a little bit of disguise."

Mark smiled, took out his phone, and dialed Ian's number.

Seeing the familiar number displayed above, Ian and his two companions finally had to believe that the mysterious person from last night was indeed Mark.

"You said yesterday that you are a mutant?"

Olive stared at Mark with a serious expression and asked the question that concerned them most.

Whether Mark is a mutant or not determines their subsequent attitude towards him!

“Not only me, Qian Huan is also a mutant… Qian Huan, show us your abilities.”

Mark first introduced Li Qianhuan, who was standing next to him, to them.

"Zizi..."

Li Qianhuan lightly tapped her finger, and bursts of fireworks bloomed at her fingertips.

Mark walked up to the beat-up pickup truck that Ian and the others had driven and easily lifted it up.

After confirming Mark and Li Qianhuan's mutant identities, Ian and the other two looked at them with much more kindness, and their previous wariness finally dissipated.

The divide between ordinary people and mutants is so deep that many mutants no longer consider themselves human, but rather a new race.

Now that they consider Mark and Li Qianhuan as true kinsmen, their attitude is naturally very different.

"Mark, you said you'd hire us to work for you, so what exactly do you want us to do?"

Everyone went inside and sat down, and Olive asked about the important matter.

"We'll talk about the specifics later. Right now, the most important thing is to improve your strength!"

Mark shook his head and said, "To be honest, you are too weak right now. I'm not comfortable entrusting things to you."