American comics: From the old Uncle Wolf, he becomes omniscient and omnipotent

Chapter 1 001: New Era and Old Era
April 2029, sunny.

On the busiest street of the slum, an old truck was parked at the door of the warehouse. Several workers were moving boxes of wine into the open carriage. The sound of "Bippyrin" bottles colliding with each other echoed in the ears. .

"Be careful, this is full of beer, don't put it so heavily!"

While scolding the workers, Oudorf tore open the box and took out a bottle of beer. He drank the entire bottle of wine and his face gradually turned red to the root of his neck.

"Oudorf, drink less, we will need you to drive later."

Rojo, who was leaning against the wall, coughed twice to remind the red-necked uncle Oudolf.

"Kid, you've been with Oudorf for so many days, and you still don't believe in Oudorf's driving skills? Don't worry, I'll still drive even if I drink a box of it."

Oudorf didn't take it seriously and took out another bottle of wine. He took a big gulp of wine and his Adam's apple slipped. He burped after a while and said, "Besides, you can also drive, so we can change shifts in advance."

"I'm a minor and don't have a driver's license, so I can't drive in the city."

Rojo was speechless. He would be in the city for a long distance later. If he was stopped to check his ID, then the delivery order would have to be ended early.

"Well, it seems that two lawless gangsters have gotten together. Don't worry, I know a less cunning path."

Oudorf finished another bottle of wine, and then saw the workers closing the carriage door and waving to indicate that the loading was complete.

He touched Rojo again and patted Rojo on the shoulder and said, "Trust me, get in the car and set off."

"It's up to you, I'm not that easily hurt anyway."

Rojo smiled and reluctantly got into the passenger seat. He mainly followed Oudorf on a few trips and was already familiar with the character of this red-necked man. He was rough and vulgar and went his own way and refused to listen to advice.However, the uncle has never fallen out of trouble. He just lacks professionalism at work and has a habit of drinking. You can always see a hungover Oudorf in bars and on the streets. According to his words, life is only about wine and women.

"Damn, the radio isn't working again."

Oudorf started the old truck and drove to the avenue. The radio also started the engine, making a harsh sound of electricity, which made people feel extremely irritated.

"If you use the drinking money to repair the radio, you can listen to the radio tonight."

Rojo said, looking at the broken external radio.

“You can listen to it tonight too”

Oudorf slapped the radio hard, and after a few angry hits, the current sound returned to normal, and normal radio broadcasts came out one after another, "This piece of shit needs to be repaired."

Luo Huo was speechless. He really didn't know that the broken radio could withstand several special repairs by the red-necked uncle.

"Zizzi"

"Jason, in 2029 this year, the official conducted a brand new survey, and they discovered a brand new data that broke past history. What do you guess it is?"

The host's voice came from the radio.

“Didn’t you know rugby ratings were down?”

"My guess is wrong. I watched a football game with my family yesterday. What I want to say is that according to the latest survey statistics, there is a race that is moving away from us."

"You said this, I probably understand, mutant!"

"Yes, according to statistics, the last registered mutant was born 17 years ago. It's unbelievable!"

"Survival of the fittest. Obviously mutants cannot adapt. They are being gradually eliminated and are now on the verge of extinction!"

"Anyway, I haven't seen a mutant in years."

"."

Rojo's expression was complicated and a little unnatural. He reached out and turned down the sound of the radio station.

For a while, the car became quiet.

"Kid, I thought you would like to listen to the radio. I don't know who was complaining just now, "If you use the drinking money to repair the radio, you can listen to the radio tonight."

Oudorf drove the car with one hand, lit a cigarette, exhaled thick white smoke, listened to the radio content, and said with emotion: "God is really strange, creating a species and then destroying them. The police were all the rage, and now even the mutant academy has been abandoned, it’s really cruel and heartless.”

"It's just survival of the fittest"

After hearing this, Luo Huo opened the window for ventilation. His handsome face faced the morning breeze, and he took a deep breath and said, "The old era has passed, and now is the new era."

"Old era, new era, that's a good thing to say, but mutants have nothing to do with us."

Ordolf nodded, switched the radio to the song channel, and did not continue the topic of mutants. Mutants were too far apart from ordinary people like them.

but.
The content on the radio made Rojo fall into brief contemplation.

Mutants are on the verge of extinction.
old days.
Does it really have nothing to do with him?
Rojo feels like it's been another world. It's been 17 years now, and the old era of mutants has long ended. Next year will be his 18th year in Marvel.

He never thought he would come to the Marvel Universe, let alone become one of the last batch of mutants to have normal children in the old era.

That's right, outsiders didn't know that Rojo, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, was actually a mutant. Even Ordolph, who had been with him for several months, had no idea.

After all, since the batch of birth registrations 17 years ago, mutants seem to have lost their ability to reproduce, and no more mutant newborns are born on this planet!

Obviously, the mutants in this universe are experiencing a catastrophe. The X-Men and Xavier Academy for Geniuses have long been disbanded. No one is thinking about the future of mutants anymore. The mutants of the old era have become a thing of the past, and the race is heading towards extinction.

Unfortunately for Rojo, he will become a victim of the demise of the old era.
Even if he keeps changing his identity for many years, hiding among ordinary people, and living on the edge, he will be discovered sooner or later. Those people in the dark will not let mutants go easily. In the Marvel Universe, humans seem to never be able to compete with mutants. Peaceful coexistence, either you die or I die between the two races.

Although he is quite stable now, driving and delivering goods to make some money, in fact, he has only been living like this for a few months.He has spent most of the past decade evading capture.

Even though mutants have human rights, they have been charged with a bunch of unfounded charges. According to the law, mutants are classified as dangerous weapons and can be killed anytime and anywhere to prevent harm to society!

"The only thing I can rely on is my own mutant ability. I have to grow faster."

Rojo muttered in his heart.

Thinking about it, the old truck passed through the bustling buildings, drove out of the city, and entered a deserted and remote road. This area was desolate and inhabited. As far as the eye could see, it was all loess and the continuous Gobi Desert, which was completely deserted.According to Oudorf's idea, choosing a sparsely populated route can avoid being inspected by patrol police. Although American cops are easy to bribe in the countryside, there are always some people who are more stubborn. He does not want to delay the delivery trip because of drunk driving.

In the evening, as the drunken red enveloped the car, the setting sun gradually sank into the horizon. After driving all day and eating a few hamburgers during the drive, Oudorf felt sleepy and dozed off, as if he was going to fall on the steering wheel in the next second.

"Oudorf, why don't you let me drive?"

When Luo Huo saw this, he was really afraid that he would fall asleep the next second.

"good idea"

Oudorf yawned, stepped on the brakes and was about to stop, but inadvertently saw the outline of a building emerging on the horizon in the distance.

His eyes suddenly lit up, "That seems to be a desert tavern. We can go and rest for a night before leaving!"

"Come on, you can still see clearly from so far away?"

Rojo looked at the navigation map and said, "And the map doesn't show that there is a tavern on this section of the road."

“Trust an alcoholic’s instincts.”

Oudorf was full of confidence, and with the tavern in front of him, he who was originally depressed suddenly became energetic and drove the truck at high speed.

Rojo shook his head helplessly, but fortunately, the situation was as expected. The building in front was really a pub. It looked like it had been newly opened recently. Even the paint on the signboard looked so new and bright.

However, when Rojo got out of the car and noticed that there were many motorcycles of the same style with uniform logos printed on them parked in front of the tavern, he couldn't help but frowned. It seemed that this tavern was very popular with a certain gang.

He wanted to remind Oudorf, but the red-necked man had already ran into the tavern excitedly, saying, "Sure enough, you have to trust the intuition of an alcoholic!"

When Rojo walked into the tavern, more than a dozen people immediately looked over at the same time. Everyone was wearing similar clothes, but they just looked at him and looked away.

"You two, what do you want to drink?"

In front of the bar, the bartender asked Rojo and Ordolf.

"Two beers first."

Oudorf didn't notice the guests in the tavern who had similar uniforms, so he took out his money and slapped it on the table.

"I don't drink."

Rojo shook his head and refused. He rarely drank when ordering, especially in a pub with such a strange atmosphere, so he should stay sober.

"It's so boring. When I was your age, no one could drink better than me."

Oudorf picked up his glass and drank a large glass of wine in one gulp. His beard was covered with white beer foam.

"So now you can only drive a truck to deliver goods and live in a state of confusion every day."

Rojo complained while looking around with his peripheral vision.

"Shet."

Oudorf was speechless for a moment, so he had to put down the glass, smacked his lips, and said displeasedly: "This beer is really bad, it tastes terrible."

“I think these beers are some of the best in the area, the ones we brew in-house.”

The bartender glanced at the red-necked man, wiped the wine glass and said.

"Then you haven't had any good wine here. This thing is just like water."

Oudorf didn't care, but took another sip.

"Brother, tell me, what beer is the best?"

Suddenly, a motorcyclist came up from the side, sat on the right side of Oudorf, and asked slowly.

“Every beer I have in that van parked outside is better than this!”

Ordolf said proudly.

"You mean that truck outside is full of beer?"

Something strange flashed in the motorcyclist's eyes, he glanced at the truck outside, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised an arc.

"What, do you want to drink?"

Oudorf drank two large glasses of beer. His neck was red and red, and he spoke in a daze.

"idiot."

Rojo frowned and muttered in his heart, this guy not only wanted to drink, but he seemed to want the entire truck of beer outside.
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