Marvel's Gene Collection System

Chapter 009: Legal Status

Chapter 009: Legal Status

“Children, are you kidding me?” Howard stammered.

Being able to escape from a Nazi concentration camp is not ordinary.

Even the most powerful agent entering the Nazi concentration camp may not be able to come out alive, but the little guy in front of him does not want to lie, and the tattoo on his arm is a manifestation of the Nazi concentration camp logo. No parent is bored. To the tattoos of the identity of the Nazi concentration camps for their children.

“I don’t think I’m joking.” Smir took the cigar from Howard’s mouth, put the burning cigarette butt in his palm, and rubbed it up.

Howard’s heart beats, this bear boy, do you want to be so cruel? !

Smir blew on the palm of his hand, the soot flew out, and the palm of his hand was intact, because all the heat was absorbed by Smir.

Then a fiery red ball of light condensed from the fingertips and pressed onto the cigar.

The flaming red energy ball melted into the cigar. The next moment, the cigar instantly turned red, turned into ashes, and annihilated in front of Howard.

Howard’s eyelids jumped when he looked at him. The little guy was threatening him, but he really didn’t seem to resist Ability.

If there is any regret medicine, he wants to buy a bottle and swallow it now.

If there is a chance, he must develop a time shuttle, return to three minutes before, slap himself violently, make you damned.

Seeing that he could no longer escape, Howard Stark asked frustratedly: “Well, kid, what do you want?”

“I’m not a little guy. I have my own name. You can call me Smir. I need a legal status in the United States. I came here by flying.” Smir said, his body was suspended and he left. About ten centimeters from the ground.

“It’s just that?” Howard was relieved, thinking that there would be any conditions that would make him very embarrassed, it was just an identity, simple.

“I want to follow you.” Smir said after thinking about it.

Anyway, he doesn’t know anyone in this world now, and he has a long-term and free meal ticket in front of him. Don’t do it for nothing.

“Can you not agree to this?” Howard asked weakly.

He felt that this little evil star followed him, and he had absolutely no way to survive for many days.

“What do you think?” Smir glanced at Howard and asked faintly.

“Okay, okay, I promise you, but you can’t go too far, otherwise, I will definitely drive you away.” Howard said helplessly.

In Howard’s eyes, no matter how fierce Smir is, he is just a child. In a place like a Nazi concentration camp, if you don’t be cruel to yourself or others, you can’t survive at all. Going in that place is tantamount to death.

“This damn war.” Howard cursed in a low voice. A ten-year-old child should enjoy the care of his father and mother instead of being cruel to him here.

Smir followed Howard and walked into a lounge. Howard picked up the phone on the desk and dialed, and quickly solved the identity problem that Smir said.

After all, in this era, the rich is the uncle!

“Okay, your identity has been established, I will declare that you are my adopted son, and need to be called father, my baby?” Howard looked at Smir and asked.

“Go away.” Smir rolled his eyes and said faintly.

“Oh, don’t be so indifferent, can you tell me how your power comes from?” Howard asked unwillingly.

“I have the X gene in my body, which was mutated. It evolved from ordinary humans just like Homo sapiens replaced Neanderthals.” Smir said lightly, after all, this is not a secret.

“Gene X?” Howard scratched his head. He is a genius, but he is just a scientist, not a professor. He has not studied genes.

Howard stroked his chin, thought, and cast his eyes on Smir, “Can I also have abilities?”

“Abilities are not Chinese cabbage. If you have one, you must have the X gene to be able to Awakening. Also, not everyone has the X gene. Some people have it, some don’t, and some will automatically Awakening. People are a recessive gene, and only when they are extremely fearful and angry can they Awakening.” Smir said lightly.

“So, what about me? I might have the X gene.” Howard asked.

“Come here.” Smir glanced at Howard and waved at him.

Howard walked in front of Smir, Smir slammed a piece of Howard’s hair, and Howard jumped in pain.

“Test the gene.”

“Ding, it is being tested. After testing, no abilities have been found.”

Smir curled his mouth, dropped his hair on the ground, and said faintly: “It’s a pity that you don’t have the X gene.”

(End of this chapter)*