light, short, scattered

Chapter 36 "Code Name: K" Part Two

"What nonsense are you talking about?" I put the shotgun firmly on the old woman's head.

The fat man said nervously at this time: "Jack, it's okay. I put on the tracker, we can catch him."

"Catch him? You also need to know what the hell he is." I didn't put down the gun and kept it on the old woman's head for a long time.

The old woman was so nervous that she couldn't speak at all. The fat man came over, held the muzzle of my gun, raised it and said, "Old man, tell us slowly, do you think that is your husband?"

The old woman said nothing.

The fat man pushed the gun back into my arms.

I sighed and reluctantly took back the shotgun.

"I don't have much patience, please explain things clearly to me." I warned.

The fat man pulled the old woman into the room.

A wooden table and three old wooden benches.

Dim incandescent lights illuminated the three of them.

The old woman smiled bitterly and said, "I don't have anything to entertain you here."

The fat man said: "Tell me about your husband."

The old woman was silent for a moment and said: "He is my husband. I was only 25 years old when we met. And I remember he was 39 years old. I was deeply attracted by his golden eyes."

"When you met, which child was middle-aged?" the fat man said in surprise.

"I finally heard it, rejuvenation." I said.

Rejuvenation does not have the ability to cause harm, but it is indeed very different.

But I don't understand why he can dodge my shotgun so easily.

"When I knew he was a mutant, I didn't give up on him. We chose to hide everywhere. Life was not easy, but we were both happy. It wasn't until a few years ago that I discovered his secret," the old woman said. .

"What secret?" Fatty said anxiously.

I remembered what the headquarters said.

A mutant of Category A, so a rejuvenated person would not be rated as Category A.

The secret could be his second ability.

"I am getting older and older, but he is getting younger and younger. Of course, this is not the most important thing. I want to have a child with him. But I found out that I couldn't get pregnant, and I didn't know what his ability was." said.

"What is it?" said the fat man.

I slapped the table and said, "Tell me the point. Are you stalling for time?"

"Anyone who looks into his eyes will lose their fertility," the old woman said.

"Losing the ability to have children?" I said.

Only then did I remember his golden pupils.

"Will you lose it after seeing it?" the fat man said.

"Yes, at first he took me to hide in one city after another. Basically, he changed cities every year, but he got younger year by year. Now I am 55 years old, but he is like a nine-year-old child." said the old woman.

"How many cities have you passed through?" the fat man said in surprise.

"I can't remember clearly," the old woman said.

The fat man looked at me.

I stood up and said, "Aside from being able to rejuvenate and being unable to give birth to those who look into his eyes, does he have any other super powers? Such as teleportation or predicting the future."

The old woman shook her head.

"Damn it." I gritted my teeth and turned around and walked out of the house.

The fat man then followed up and said, "Jack, did you see which child's eyes just now?"

"Look, isn't it just that he can't have children? The problem is that we don't know his ability now. By the way, where is your tracker?" I said.

The fat man quickly took out his mobile phone and started pressing it. As he pressed it, he said: "I seemed to have seen his eyes just now, a little bit. Am I infertile? I'm still single, so... I can't give birth." The fat man said.

I looked at the cell phone that the fat man held up. The red dot was on a nearby street.

I turned on my phone and made a call to the headquarters.

"Viper calls headquarters," I said.

"Headquarters received it, Viper, please answer."

"No. 34 Street, I will upload the coordinates of the prisoner immediately. The coordinates of the Category A prisoner have been locked, which is the person you asked me to investigate." I said.

Then he threw the phone to the fat man and said: "Share your coordinates with the headquarters. If you are afraid that you will not be able to have children, don't follow me."

The fat man nodded and looked at me from a distance without following me.

I pulled the shotgun from my waist and walked towards the corner of 34th Street.

He stuffed bullets into the chamber of his shotgun one by one, thinking about how to catch him.

I called headquarters again.

"Viper, call headquarters," I said.

"Headquarters received it, please speak."

"Have you seen the positioning of Category A prisoners?" I said.

"I received the coordinates."

"It is known that the prisoner's ability is to rejuvenate his youth, and that people who see his eyes will be sterile. I suspect that the prisoner also has the ability to predict the future, and can predict the time in a few seconds or more than ten seconds. So I hope you will send more police , upgrade the type to A+ level." I said.

"Headquarters has received your request. Viper, there are four groups of specialists near you. To send them an A+ level incident, I will send you their phone number."

"No need to send it to me, mine is not a smartphone. Tell them which child might know when you can shoot. Tell them not to be murderous and just surround him." I said.

. . .

"Franklin, what kind of mutant do you think is the most dangerous?" I said.

"Mutants are the most dangerous? Every mutant is equally dangerous. But the most difficult thing to deal with is predicting the future." Franklin said with a smile.

"Predict the future?" I stupidly repeated what Franklin said.

"Listen to me, if you meet a mutant who can predict the future in the future. You must not have murderous intentions, because they can usually predict what will happen a few seconds or ten seconds later. They can know that you want to kill them, they can see it. . So they know how to avoid you better than anyone else, and only if they don’t have murderous intentions or even empty their minds, they will be unable to do anything to you and can catch him," Franklin said.

"Can't you kill them if you have murderous intentions?" I said.

"It's not impossible, unless it is a killing method that cannot be avoided at all. For example, throwing an atomic bomb, or using a sniper rifle from thousands of meters away. Before he predicts himself, he cannot be discovered." Franklin said with a smile.

I nodded my head.

"Of course, there can't be so many mutants in this world who can predict the future. I've only met one in my life, who can predict the future for five seconds. I chose to let him capture me on purpose. After he helped me escape, At that time, I shot myself in the stomach with a hidden pistol where he couldn't see me. He was killed by the bullet that passed through my stomach." Franklin lifted up his shirt and the bullet marks on his stomach were clearly visible.

. . .

The position of the red dot has not moved.

It's only a corner away from me.

I turned around quickly and saw the child.

He was sitting on a bench by the roadside, breathing heavily.

seems to be tired.

I think so, an old man of several decades has the body of a child of several years old.

You will definitely be tired after running for so long.

I raised my gun and the ID in my hand and shouted, "The police are handling the case, everyone needs to evacuate."

I pointed the gun at the kid, but my finger wasn't even on the trigger.

I knew if I wanted to shoot him, he would know.

Sure enough, the child did not run away, but all the people on the road scattered.

I approached the child step by step and said, "You can predict the future."

The child said nothing and looked at me.

Several other colleagues also appeared on the street corner at this time.

Still a few steps away, but I kept my hand off the trigger.

"How far into the future can you predict?" I said.

The child did not speak.

At this time, colleagues surrounded him.

"Surround him," I shouted to them.

"That's the kid," said a colleague from a distance.

I frowned slightly and said, "Don't look at your eyes, you may be infertile."

At this time, several colleagues came back to their senses and looked at the child's body, avoiding the child's eyes.

I successfully put the gun on the child's head and said: "I am so close to you now, do you think you can avoid it?" "I don't know." The child said softly.

But his voice was extremely hoarse, sounding like an old man.

I slowly placed my hand on the trigger, but the child did not dodge.

Did he give up on life?
I placed my hand firmly on the trigger and pulled the trigger.

The next moment everyone was stunned.

The child simply patted the barrel of the gun and the bullet ejected away from the child.

This shouldn't be a prediction of the future.

Being able to react to things in less than half a second is not the ability of a normal person to predict the future.

Which exactly is what.

The child started to run away very quickly.

Colleagues were about to stop him, but they easily let the child run away from the intersection between the two.

The colleagues all pulled out their pistols and pointed them at the child.

"Can I shoot?"

"He just fired."

"Then shoot."

Everyone fired.

But he saw the child easily dodging everyone's shots.

It was as if the bullet was deliberately avoiding the child.

I froze in place, at a loss.

What exactly is going on.

Our lethal bullets can't hit this kid no matter what, but Fatty's non-lethal tracking bullets can.

I pulled out the pistol from my waist and pointed the bullet with the tracker at the child again.

A shot was fired, and the bullet hit the child's head impartially.

The child just shook for a moment, and then ran away in the distance.

I grabbed a colleague and asked him to take out his cell phone.

Look at the two red signal dots on the phone.

I am at a loss.

The ones that kill you will miss, but the ones that don’t kill you will hit.

And it can dodge fatal bullets in half a second.

What the hell is he.

Three months later.

We have been tracking red dots for the past three months.

Various plans have been implemented.

But it just couldn't kill him.

Can't even catch him.

I looked at the physical examination report in my hand.

The six words "reproductive function degradation" are vivid in my mind.

And everyone in this city suffered from the same symptoms as me.

I found out later.

The people in the city that the child had visited were no longer able to have children.

This is why this child is classified as Category A.

The child has regressed to eight years old, and there are still three urban children who have not been there.

One city a year, he would make all humans sterile.

Anyone who sees him will become barren.

The blind man who couldn't see him had long been chemically castrated as a Category C mutant.

The government dropped an atomic bomb at the coordinates of the penultimate city he arrived at, but the red dot did not disappear after the atomic bomb disappeared.

No one can stop him.

(postscript)
My name is Philips.

I gave myself this name myself.

I have no parents.

Because I was never born.

When I understand my concept.

I found myself a senile old man, and I knew nothing of mine.

It was a nursing home that took me in.

I just know that everyone says my eyes are very beautiful.

is golden.

I learned everything I know from the nurses who took care of me.

Later, the nurse resigned, saying she was infertile due to too much pressure.

I learned a lot of knowledge, such as people must have ID cards.

But I discovered that I had no identity at all, or that I was never born.

I don't know my age, but people started complimenting me on how young I was getting.

Ten years after I became conscious, my white hair actually started to turn black.

Everyone discovered my secret, and they said I could rejuvenate myself.

I am a mutant and I am beginning to be expelled.

I don't have the ability to live on the streets, but I won't starve to death at all.

And I'm getting younger and smarter.

I began to learn to hide my secrets, and started to make money for others with my body.

But I found that when I passed there, people there started to have infertility.

Until it happened to each of my few friends.

As I grew younger, my mental faculties gradually began to return.

I understand what's going on.

I'm a mutant.

I began to suspect that my powers were the ability to rejuvenate and render people infertile.

But as I became younger and more handsome, I began to have people who liked me.

Of course these are later stories.

Until the first time I was chased by the police and the police shot me, I was unhurt.

I started to understand what I was capable of.

I have two abilities. The first is to make the person who looks at me infertile.

And the second one is not rejuvenation.

I was never born, so I am a non-existent person.

Just because I was not born, I will not die.

Then I fled through one city after another, making the people in that city sterile.

And I will not die, I seem to be ending the world.

When I understood this fact, I found that I began to lose control.

I move forward by instinct, and I look at everyone who doesn't see my eyes.

And I can't control it at all, I think when I close my eyes I go back to being a baby.

Back to the embryo, back to before the fertilized egg.

I will look at everyone in this world, this is the meaning of my existence.

(End of this chapter)