Marvel: I am the leader of the mutant race

Chapter 145 145: Heresy

Outside a brightly lit community.

The girlfriend Lila mentioned by Mark was wearing a slim-fitting black night suit, sneaking behind a van and quietly observing the harmonious and strange community in front of her: not too special. Under the bright yellow street lights, several teenage children were happily playing football; at a roadside wine stall not far away, more than a dozen people were chatting...

"How is this possible!"

Laila looked at everything in front of her in disbelief. According to her understanding, this community was previously one of the most chaotic and dangerous areas in the city. Drug addicts and gangsters were often active here. The ordinary people living there are miserable.

Every city has some places dedicated to hiding filth and evil. In New York, that place is called "Hell's Kitchen." Here, "Hell's Kitchen" is this neighborhood.

Laila rubbed her eyes. She had been here for a few ten minutes. During these ten minutes, she had seen no disputes or riots, no bullying or killings. Some houses were open at night and everyone felt safe. Quite...

"In the end what happened?"

Laila took out her tablet from her backpack, and after some manipulation, she opened the chat history page on a website. This was a website that specialized in intelligence operations. The administrator of the website claimed that as long as the money was in place, there would be nothing they could not find. Unexplored intelligence information!
Regarding the death of her father, Laila always wanted to find the real murderer to avenge him. In order to achieve this somewhat difficult wish, after many twists and turns, she obtained the address of this website from her boyfriend Mark, and after paying a certain amount of money, After asking for money, the person in charge of the website told her that the matter was probably related to the administrator of this community.

But how could a guy who could manage such a harmonious situation out of a community full of chaos and violence be the murderer who massacred an entire archaeological team...

Just when she wanted to question the website administrator about the intelligence error, the laughter of the children that lingered in her ears disappeared in an instant!
After Laila was stunned for a second or two, she quickly put away the tablet and looked in that direction. She saw a middle-aged man with long hair, holding a cane and wearing a beige robe, smiling directly towards where she was. The direction came over.

Through the slightly dim light, Laila could vaguely see the man's face looming in the shadow of his hair, but it was precisely because she could see it that she couldn't help but feel frightened: this middle-aged man The man is exactly the person in charge of this community in the picture sent to him by the person in charge of the intelligence website - Arthur Harrow!

"Don't be afraid, don't hide..."

Harrow's pace was slow and leisurely, and the sound of the cane in his hand hitting the ground brought an inexplicable sense of oppression to Laila who was hiding behind the van. Harrow came with a smile on his face. About ten steps away from the van, he stood the crutch in front of him and folded his hands on it to share the weight of his body with his legs.

"Guests from afar, we only welcome you and have no ill intentions."

Harrow looked like a gentleman while speaking elegantly. He spoke to Laila in the shadow and comforted softly: "As you can see, everyone living here is friendly to each other and helps each other. You are here." There will be no danger, on the contrary, if you encounter any problems, each of us will be happy to work with you to find a solution."

Laila's thoughts were racing in the back of the van. She carefully analyzed the situation in front of her: the community manager who was suspected of being a good person had discovered her. There must be countless people around here who could respond to his calls and orders at any time... For Escape from this unfamiliar neighborhood, pursued by hundreds of people, she thought was an impossible task.

Now, the community manager who is suspected of being a good person has extended a friendly olive branch to him. In this case, no one with a clear conscience would refuse it.

Laila took a deep breath and thought to herself: I'm here to investigate the cause of my father's death. I act openly and with a just purpose. I have nothing to be afraid of!

Just when Harrow was about to start persuading again, Laila suddenly stood up from behind the van. She flipped her hair that covered her eyes behind her ears and strode towards the boss in front of everyone's eyes. In front of Harrow, who stood with a staff: "Laila El, it's an honor to meet you."

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be a beautiful woman!"

The moment he saw Laila and heard her name, Harrow's face quickly flashed with a trace of imperceptible ecstasy. In order to prevent his expression from being noticed by the woman in front of him, Harrow pretended to be very surprised. He turned around and said to a "community resident" behind him: "How can such a beautiful female guest be the shameless thief you talk about!"

After the words fell, the countless strong "residents" behind them all looked at each other with a smile that was a mixture of embarrassment and shame. They exchanged looks with each other, lowered their heads one by one, or apologized, or responded.

For a time, the street regained its previous harmony.

Arthur Harrow waved the crowd away, then limped to Laila on crutches, stretched out a hand and said in a friendly way: "It is also my honor to meet you, beautiful lady, my My name is Arthur Harrow, just call me Harrow."

"Hello, Hello."

The palms of the two were separated at the touch, and no one could see that the scale mark imprinted on Harrow's wrist trembled strangely for a few times and then quickly returned to normal.

"Whatever your purpose here is, Lyla."

Arthur turned around and walked towards the brightly lit community streets with his cane: "Before that, come with me to visit the cultural customs here."

The two walked one behind the other on the stone-paved streets, looking like a guide and his curious tourists.

Harrow stopped, held a cane in one hand, pointed around with the other and said, "In the past, this community had the highest crime rate in the city. People's lives were miserable and heartbreaking... But it's different now. As you can see, they don’t close their doors at night and everyone feels safe.”

Seeing Harrow greeting people around him from time to time while speaking, Laila's wary heart gradually calmed down with the respect and love in the eyes of the surrounding residents looking at Harrow. She bravely asked Harrow: "Why were they so sensitive and hostile to my arrival before?"

"I think it's not that hard to understand."

As Harrow walked, he turned to Laila with a smile and said: "These people used to live in dire straits, but now everyone lives and works in peace and contentment. Anyone who has ever suffered will understand the hard-won peace and happiness. Do your best to protect it.”

Laila nodded with understanding. Whether from a rational or logical perspective, he felt that there was nothing wrong with Harrow's explanation.

Suddenly, a football "gurgled" rolled to the feet of the two of them. Seeing this, Harrow stopped talking. He used crutches to fix the center of gravity of his body, and then used his intact leg and foot to accurately stop the football at his feet. He kicked it back with a flying kick.

"What do you want to do!?"

Harrow pretended to be angry and pointed at the little girl who kicked the football over and said, "Are you trying to kill me, an old man with inconvenient legs and feet!?"

"You still have to lose!" The girl stepped on the football with her foot, made a face at Harrow and cursed fiercely: "You are dead!"

"Oh no Jamela."

Harrow quickened his pace and walked to the girl's side, cursing in the same vicious tone: "You are the one who is destined to die!"

Even Laila herself didn't notice it. After hearing this conversation that seemed to have a special meaning, her eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously. When she passed the little girl, she asked with admiration: "That was just now. Chinese, right? You all speak Chinese!"

"Yes Yes."

Harrow's face showed undisguised pride: "As we all know, Chinese is recognized as the most difficult language to learn in the world, but in this community, at least 30.00% of people have chosen Chinese as the third language they learn. One of the languages!”

"Three languages!?"

Laila looked around in surprise at the ordinary-looking community residents in the street. She really couldn't imagine what kind of changes would make these poor guys who once lived in the cracks. Start learning voluntarily and voluntarily...

"How did you do it, Harrow?"

At this moment, she had completely let down her guard: How could such a manager who dedicated himself to benefiting the people be related to the death of her father's archaeological team!
The intelligence must be wrong!
Harrow saw all the changes in Laila's expression. An inexplicable smile appeared on his lips, and he followed Laila's topic and said, "You want to know? Let's talk as we walk."

As the two walked and chatted, they seemed to have changed from a tour guide and a tourist who did not know each other to a mentor and good friend who had known each other for a long time.

Unknowingly, they crossed the street and arrived inside a complex building with a huge space.

"This was once a black boxing ring and casino built by the largest gang in the entire community. Countless good people were forced to live here with their families broken up or their bodies left intact."

In order not to disturb those who were concentrating on reading under the soft light, Harrow had to lower his voice and whispered to Laila: "But now this place has changed a lot: we are here to share knowledge and exchange what we have learned. Once upon a time, The killing fields became today’s mecca of learning.”

Laila kept nodding her head in approval. Here, she saw some people reading at their desks under the light, some carefully watching documentaries in front of the projector to improve their knowledge, and some taking care of flowers and plants to serve everyone... Everyone's face was full of smiles. Overflowing with inner joy and peace.

"Are you hungry?"

Harrow suddenly said without thinking: "Let's go get some things and talk while eating."

He took Laila to the dining area and handed the latter a clean wooden tray: "All the food here is free, let's see what the late night snacks are today... Oh, my favorite Lentil Soup!”

Harrow took the big bowl of lentil soup that the cook handed over with a smile, and randomly selected a few prepared ingredients from the menu and put them on his own plate. He was holding a full plate, right? Leila Anli, who knew whether to eat or not, said, "Even if you're not hungry, try the lentil soup."

"If I guessed correctly, this should have been cooked by Victor himself. He is from the Yucatan Peninsula. Not only is he very interesting, but he also has superb cooking skills. All the food made by his hands always tastes great. I can get unanimous praise from everyone.”

"OK then."

Seeing Harrow's enthusiasm, Laila naturally found it difficult to refute him. She took the full bowl of lentil soup from her aunt with a smile and nodded in response to the other person's equally friendly smile.

The two of them picked an empty table and sat down face to face with their own plates. As the owner of this place, Haro didn't mean to be polite at all. He picked up the spoon in the soup bowl and took a big sip with great enjoyment. After letting out a long sigh of relief, he quickly scooped up some side dishes with a spoon and stuffed them into his mouth.

Laila, who was sitting opposite Harrow, saw that he was eating so well. She doubtfully took a spoon and put a mouthful of lentil soup into her mouth. Unseen by her, Harrow's lips curved into an evil smile.

"Well, it tastes good, doesn't it?"

After seeing Laila nodding in surprise, Harrow took another bite of vegetables with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth. He seemed to be casually vague and said: "Then let's talk about business, beautiful lady."

In Lila's disbelieving eyes, Harrow abandoned the gentlemanly demeanor he had shown in the past and wolfed down all the side dishes on the plate. After that, he elegantly took out a piece of paper from the carton. He wiped his mouth carefully and said, "I have had a lot of dealings with your boyfriend Mark Spector, and the two of us are full of bad memories of each other..."

As his words slowly sounded, all the "Studying Residents" who had been immersed in studying just now stood up and surrounded the dining table where Laila and the two were sitting, looking at the somewhat panicked back. Then, Harrow threw away the tissue and said gently: "Do you know what an exciting surprise this is, beautiful Miss Laila?"

"The beloved person of my enemy who has a life-and-death feud with me actually took the initiative to knock him out of my hands!"

Laila stretched out a leg and wanted to kick the table over, but what frightened her was that her body had no strength at all, as if she hadn't eaten for several days.

"Yes, I was drugged!"

Harrow waved his hand, and three or four strong men instantly tied Laila's hands and feet and threw her to the ground.

While laughing maniacally, he explained smugly: "Put the harmless poison that caused your current situation into the lentil soup, and then put the corresponding antidote into a certain dish... I'm still here I was worried that you would choose the same dishes as me, so I took a few extra side dishes."

"But I never expected that!"

Harrow looked at Lila at his feet like a fool: "You are a heretic who only eats soup and doesn't eat vegetables!"

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(End of this chapter)