".Eighteen years old...the family situation is average. A father who retired from the Vietnam battlefield but was addicted to morphine because he was injured in the battle. His mother worked as a nursing worker, but she ran away with a small businessman two years ago and her father also became addicted to alcoholism. If there is no accident, you will be admitted to a second-rate university after high school and rely on state subsidies to spend a few years of debauchery and poverty, and then work in a job with no future..."

"Are you investigating me?!" Witt's eyes frightened. Although he had just judged that this man who was not kind to him might have set his sights on him, when the other party shook out his information with great knowledge, Witt was still very shocked and even had a vague premonition.

If it weren't for being too confident in his ability to escape with his "instant movement" ability, Witt had even escaped at this time!

"Yes, in order to deal with it better... no, we should recruit you, and we will naturally evaluate your information. How about it? I will give you two choices now, one is to cooperate with us and become one of us. The other is..." Before the man finished speaking, Witt suddenly teleported to the kitchen, pulled the drawer, and in this drawer that should have been filled with various types of soup spoons, a revolver with bullets escaped!

Bang bang bang bang bang!!!

Even without even making too many aims, Vite fired four shots at the other party. Although Vite's father was an addict, he was also a good young man after all. He taught Vite to shoot before leaving. After returning, although the father and son had less time to spend with each other due to drug addiction, the old Fujimori, who suffered from mental illness on the battlefield, brought his pistols with him every day and also hid weapons and ammunition everywhere at home. This behavior naturally affected Vite.

Especially in the year when the supernatural powers awaken and theft began, Witt naturally prepared this emergency measure.

The next moment.

Witt almost instinctively remembered the words of "transferring positions" and "seeking cover" that his father had shouted after being drunk countless times.

With a bang, Witt moved six meters into the living room again.

Then.

He saw the man who was still standing on the second floor, unscathed.

Although I have never dealt with other mutants.

But at this point, Witt also roughly guessed that the other party's identity was similar to that of him...'Is the same person as me? The mutant world... does it really exist?' Thinking of some of the hidden information he had found in all aspects before. Witt began to confirm some of his guesses in his heart.

"The second is... take you back. Then throw it to the perverted madmen in the laboratory." The man shook his neck, and a discomfort appeared on his face.

He described the group of people in the laboratory as "madman", and added a special "pervert" in front to emphasize it. Obviously, the people in the laboratory gave him very bad memories.

However, Witt didn't know this.

But when he heard about the laboratory, how could he surrender?

A series of disassembly, experiments, and sliced ​​scenes flashed through my mind. Witt decided to leave here first and then make a long-term plan.

Bang —!

Witt disappeared indoors.

"Ah--!" A short scream came from the roof of the building opposite the apartment.

Wait, who was already unconscious, fell to the ground and kept twitching. Several suits wearing insulated shoes surrounded him, looked at Wait's condition and then gestured to his companion behind him.

The man disconnected the power supply.

At this time, you can see that the roof of the building has been sprinkled with a thin layer of water! There are also many copper wires with electricity on it!

Ten minutes later, he was not in danger of life, but was put on a mental restraint, a headband, a handcuff with a tracker, a shackle with an iron ball... and was injected with weak medicines and anesthetics and was carried to an ambulance with a 'Rehabilitation Mental Hospital'.

...

When Witt woke up again, he felt sore and weak all over and his brain was dizzy. He felt like he had been sleepy for a long time but had only been sleeping for a short while and was reluctant to get up.

Thinking of what he had experienced before he was unconscious, Witt got up from the ground in horror, but didn't want to trip up by something and almost fell down!

When he looked down, Witt was frightened to find that the thing that tripped him turned out to be an iron chain that was tightly tied to his ankle!

Witt himself has tried this.

Although instant movement is powerful, it cannot move away the items on your body - such as clothes that have not been taken off, watches, let alone tied up with deader chains.

Witt, who knew that he was caught, wanted to look around, and then he realized that he was in a slightly rectangular room about 9 square meters.

Some of it looks like an interrogation room.

The six walls are all soft, linen-white wraps, with a huge mirror on the longer wall, and an iron door on the small wall connecting it.

The setting in the room is very simple.

There is only one long table that I don’t know if it is iron or steel and three corresponding chairs.

Witt stepped forward and sat down, only to find that the tables and chairs were all fixed to the ground.

This room configuration immediately made him understand... the person who caught him was obviously not an ordinary person, and it was probably a huge organization with a lot of experience with mutants like him.

‘Is it the secret department of the government?’.

Witt began to think about it in his mind.

Although after the awakening of supernatural powers, Vite has gained a lot of wealth and knowledge that ordinary people cannot gain in their lifetime... However, he is still just a young man who has just turned eighteen years old.

If you have superpowers to accompany you, you will naturally be confident.

However, when the supernatural powers are restricted... the weak side of the mind will naturally be exposed.

Bang.

The observation window on the iron door was opened, and a pair of eyes looked in coldly from outside, and then quickly moved away.

"Hey!" Witt shouted, and the door was opened.

In this short moment, Witt could see a guard outside the door and two white-collar workers dressed in.

The two walked in.

The guard brought the door from outside again.

The two walked to the table and sat down, and opened the folder in their hands. The older middle-aged man glanced at Witt: "?"

"It's me, who are you? Why are you kidnapped me?! I asked to see a lawyer!" Witt said quickly.

However, this series of questions was not answered.

"Eighteen years old? Graduated from a public high school in Orange Town? My father is..." Another series of confirmation information.

This made Witt feel something was wrong.

He knew very well that the more rational the other party was, it obviously meant that they had seen more mutants, so they were so "easy" to be handled! (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better and faster!
Chapter completed!