Chapter 146 The Whip of Order
"Cristiano, young man, the times have changed, so that we old guys can't understand these messy things even after the hair on our heads has been cleaned!"
Vito Luciano, the leader of the Italian gang, was with his nephew in an empty warehouse in the deepest part of the community, watching the members of the family clasping their fingers, cursing each other noisily, and reluctantly Put together a pupa-shaped mechanical cabin.
Chicago's largest public housing community, "Robert Yelu" has a full 25,000 households, and there are more than 70,000 people in just one community.
Poor plumbing equipment entangles the old apartment buildings like creepers, and small rooms that are bigger than palms are arranged closely like a honeycomb, trying to accommodate as many people as possible.
Like a spider web in a filthy corner, wires are stretched all over the sky between buildings and closed circuit devices and satellite pots on the roof of the roof, instead forming an alternative ecological landscape.
But in any case, it is difficult for people here to connect the Chicago landmark Willis Tower, which has been built for less than two years and is located in the clouds, two kilometers away.
Every big city in the United States is full of such huge visual differences.
Luciano spat bitterly on the cigar foam around his mouth. If it weren't for the current "business" not doing well, he wouldn't switch to smoking such inferior cigars.
After having tasted the top cigar "Nibelone" produced by the Howlett Group, the head of the gang realized that even if he can make waves in an Italian immigrant gathering area with a population of more than 100,000,
But I have always been just a scavenger, and I have never climbed onto a decent table.
“In the era of Al Capone, we were in the bootleg liquor business, and later we robbed the Spaniards of land to open casinos. At that time, as long as everyone had a ‘typewriter’ and put on a windbreaker, we could work!”
Luiano's nephew, who was less than twenty years old, watched men and women who owed a large amount of gambling debts and Golidai, and various ethnic groups who had smuggled in, were pushed into the pupa-shaped cabin that was more than one person long.
The limbs and torso are firmly bound by the chains inside.
His eldest cousin took a syringe and drew a tube of amber liquid from the glass bottle, and stuck it into the neck of a shriveled and shriveled little man.
I didn’t see him changing the syringe, so he just took another tube and walked to the next metal chrysalis. After three or four consecutive times, the technique became more and more proficient.
“. Now the business of Baifen is easy to do, but those black skins have come in in large numbers, and Larry from ‘P Stone’ even nicknamed him ‘Prince’, bah!”
Luciano spat again, not sure if it was because the cigar was too bad for his mouth.
More than a dozen gray-white alloy frames and tempered glass assembled cylindrical cabins were stuffed into one person, and they were given needles one by one.
There are more "community" residents who are subject to gangs for various reasons, squatting in the corner of the warehouse with their heads in their hands, poking their heads hard, trying to see what the people inside will experience in fear.
Gang leader Luciano, wearing a black and yellow checkered shirt, stood up with his hands on his stomach, walked to a rusty pipeline, unscrewed the valve, and finally sighed:
"The 'Chicago Typewriter' is completely gone, even if it's a better guy. Hey! These 'things', the black-skinned gang has it, and we must have it too."
People in the chrysalis-shaped cabin opened their mouths one after another, bowed their backs hard to prop up their chests, and sucked in air desperately. Most of their pale and haggard faces became more ferocious and distorted, and their eyes gradually covered with bloodshot eyes.
Under the rough manipulation of these gangsters, they were subjected to the "near-death mutation" experiment created by Sebastian Shaw.
Luciano walked with his hands behind his back, and inspected the people in the modified cabin one by one. The well-sealed machine could only faintly let out some muffled roars, and each "pain mask" was hovering at the critical point of suffocation and shock. .
He looked at the roulette wheel he was betting on. Every golden egg might win something, but the greater probability was nothing.
Fortunately, Luciano has enough "chips" today, so he can force out one or two mutants, right?
Chicago gangs arose in the 1950s and 1960s. At most, there were more than 130 gang organizations. This city is also known as the "City of Gangsters". Many fictional crime capitals in American comics are based on Chicago. as a prototype.
These gangs control all kinds of illegal trade in drugs, guns, etc., and dare to confront the police violence.
As the concept of "super soldier" became well known after World War II, coupled with the gradual emergence of evolutionaries with various special abilities at the social level in the past ten years.
Gang organizations that wander in the black and gray areas also have the idea of supernatural power one after another.
After World War II, the near-death experiments frequently used by the "Hellfire" Institute, which the Soviet side cooperated with Sebastian Shaw, became the easiest way for these organizations to concoct mutant tools.
The principle is simple and easy to operate, and it is perfect for gangsters who have difficulty writing a few complete sentences.
"Boss! This has a response!"
A burly gang member with a beard yelled in a strong Sicilian accent, Luciano hurried over, looked through the glass of the experimental cabin, and looked at the frail boy who owed him a large amount of gambling debts. His body swelled up like a balloon.
rattle
The strengthened glass and alloy shell of the experimental cabin creaked and twisted under the rapidly proliferating fat and muscle. Seeing cracks appear on the glass surface, the pupa-shaped cabin also began to expand and deform, and it was about to explode.
The skinny Hispanic youth inside is still the same size as his head, and his body has been blown into a mountain of meat.
Boom!
The steel gate was deformed and distorted by the man's kick, and a fat and strong gangster flew seven or eight meters away. The tall figure was indistinct under the dim light in the warehouse, and his appearance was somewhat indistinct.
I didn't see him making any defensive moves, but he just quietly looked around the dirty and dark workshop.
"Shoot! What are you doing!"
Luciano pulled out a revolver from his back and shouted, more than 20 gang members cursed in their native language, and hurriedly pulled out long and short firearms.
Steve Rogers squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the giant meat mountain in the middle that had grown to a height of more than two meters, ignoring the gangsters who would open fire on him in the next moment.
Seven or eight members of the "Whip of Order" wearing black combat uniforms broke in through the windows from all sides at the same time as Steve, each armed with extremely fast-firing micro-impact guns, and instantly and accurately shot all the armed forces on the scene. The armed gang members have no intention of keeping their mouths alive for interrogation.
Bang bang bang.
Steve walked steadily through the explosion of gunfire, and walked in front of the mutants who kept hammering the concrete stone floor.
This face is covered with blue and black blood vessels, and it is barely discernible that the young awakened face is insane. Booming gravel splashes, and the ground gradually cracks and sinks, hysterically venting the boundless pain caused by cell distortion in the body.
"Sure enough, it's another near-death experiment."
Roar!
Steve looked up at the mutant who hadn't recovered his sanity, and shook his head helplessly.
Most of the mutants who are causing vicious incidents in the United States and even in the world today are awakened through the most crude and brutal methods.
The method developed by the "Black Emperor" is too easy to replicate, and has been imitated by many gangsters or dark organizations. Often, mutants with impaired mind and spirit due to the awakening of dying mutations will lose control and poison this group. very deep.
boom!
The mutant who is like a joint of balloons and tires may feel that the man who is close to him is too intrusive, so he swung his washbasin-sized fist towards Steve.
There was a muffled sound, but it was lightly held in mid-air.
The "Whip of Order" combat team has ended the battle, and none of the gang leader and all gang members survived.
James has long acquiesced to the organization that uses vicious means to create or transform mutants, and has long acquiesced in leaving no one alive, limiting the spread of this manufacturing method to the greatest extent.
Steve flipped his palm over, grasped the fat face of his fist with five fingers, and punched out his right fist instantly like a pile driver, deeply hitting the giant Roshan's chest and abdomen.
Wrestling with both arms, he lifted the mutant who was three or four laps older than himself over his head, and threw it heavily on the ground, causing the entire warehouse to tremble.
"Take control, contact the Chicago Police and Mutation Office to deal with the follow-up."
"Yes! Captain."
After assigning the task, Steve looked at Colin Pete, who was not interested. This "wolf" wanted to have fun, but these ordinary gang members didn't provide him with the slightest fighting fun.
"I heard that you plan to enter the 'Winter of Wolves'."
Steve sat on the transformation cabin with his shoulders in his arms, next to Colin, and the rest of the team, mainly from the wolves and a small number of team members who had just graduated from the Mutant Academy and came to the "Whip of Order" for internship, were dealing with the tail. , Waiting for the relevant units to receive the people who were kidnapped by the gang here.
"Opper and the others should be with me. Although the wolves can use the Whip of Order as a means of actual combat and draining energy, we still intend to maintain the peak state as much as possible. Anyway, we will take a nap and wait for the big scene. Just come out."
Colin Pete’s generation of winter wolves have already entered the winter of the wolf. This kind of freezing method that can maintain youth is very convenient for the fighters who have undergone serum transformation.
He glanced at the dozens of people crowded together in the corner, and asked casually:
"If you keep these people, you won't pass on this experimental method? And I thought your equipment had already been replaced."
Steve glanced around, this is the fourth mutant den that has been taken away this year.
"They just looked at the process speciously. As for what these people injected and what they experienced inside, they don't know. The main thing is that some large-scale organizations have the ability to do this kind of transformation experiment. As for weapons—"
Steve shook his head with a smile. The action team had bound the fainted mutant with vibrating gold chains and administered tranquilizers. This kind of newly awakened person who can't control his mental state well will have Specialized institutional containment and conditioning.
"-The firearms made of vibrating gold and Rubik's cube energy are too powerful to be used as regular equipment. I have another stop soon, and Alex encountered a hard stubble."
"Hey! That kid is in a mess now, the name of the executive officer of 'Shock Wave' is very famous, and he is not fair?"
Alex Summers exploded with a pure energy shock wave, which has become one of the representative forces of the Whip of Order in recent years.
"I heard that they have met before. I guess they are an alpha mutant with at least level 4 destructive power. They didn't accept Eric's invitation back then, and they have grown in size in the past few years. Hehe, they are known as the 'Gambit King'."
The typos of some words are intentional, and everyone understands them.
(end of this chapter)