Marvel: The beginning is tied to the experimental platform

Joaquin, who was shaking the mixing cup, twitched the corner of his mouth: "Is it the combination of Mystique and the red devil Asazo? What an unexpected harvest!"

Soon the two returned to their seats with glasses of wine in their hands. Joaquin pushed a glass of cocktail with a straw in front of Natasha: "Do you trust us that much?"

Natasha was silent for a moment: "At least you don't hate me like a monster. Although the underground living area is not easy to see the sun, there is no shortage of other daily necessities, and there are companions to chat with for entertainment. Maybe it is true as Professor Connors said. Can you develop a potion that can make our sisters recover?"

"I don't like to go round and round, so I told you directly."

Joaquin took a sip of his drink: "My company is called Ark Group. On the surface, it researches some drugs to overcome diseases. In private, it researches how to make Ipsilon mutants degenerate into the previous form of ordinary people. And how to use the mature X gene to evolve ordinary people into mutants."

Looking at Natasha whose eyes were getting bigger and bigger, Joaquin lit a cigarette, pointed at himself with the finger holding the cigarette, and said to Emma beside him, "We are the same as you, the three of us are the same!"

"Do you know why I study these?"

Looking at Natasha shaking his head, Joaquin nodded his heart: "Because I was used as a guinea pig by human beings, locked up in the base for research all day long, cut off a piece of my flesh today, and let a catty of blood out of me tomorrow, until I escaped from that hell. Since then, I have seen the faces of these human beings clearly."

He tightened his fists: "Either we are stronger than them, the stronger we are, the less they dare to hurt us, or they will also become mutants, and then naturally no one will oppose us who are alive!"

Emma sat beside Natasha, lovingly touching her wings: "You have either been imprisoned by yourself or forced to be imprisoned these years, don't you want to walk in the sun in an open and aboveboard manner?"

"I~ I really~ can I?"

Looking at Natasha's expectant eyes, Joaquin nodded: "Of course, our group has actually applied for a large piece of land from a neighbor's house to build a pasture. The dimensions there are similar to your hometown. Maybe you will like it there."

He made a move with his left hand, and a small globe landed in his hand. He turned the globe and clicked on a piece of land: "Our group is in the neighboring province of Quebec, but we bought a large piece of land with a nearly 200-year right to use it at a huge price. It is a private land. In fact, the bases you live in now will all be moved there in the near future."

With Joaquin's continuous narration and Emma's spiritual hints, Natasha's thoughts began to move closer to the blueprint shown by Joaquin. Blue sky and white clouds, warm sun and green pastures appeared in her mind, cattle and sheep grazing leisurely, and herself walking among them. When she was bored, she could spread her wings and fly high.
"Knock Knock Knock~"

"Dasha~"

"Knock Knock Knock~"

"Dasha~"

Emma withdrew her right index finger pressing on her temple, and shook her head at Joaquin who was beside her: "No one is here."

Instead, the door opposite the apartment suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man with a beard murmured dissatisfiedly: "What's the knock at night? Why don't you let people sleep?"

The next moment, his expression was a little dull, and he closed the door blankly. Emma looked at the anxious Natasha and smiled triumphantly: "Maybe your little Dasha is looking around for your whereabouts?"

Joaquin's slender fingers grasped the air, and the metal doorknob creaked, and then some dilapidated wooden doors creaked open. After the three of them entered, Natasha turned on the fluorescent light in the living room. Looking at the normal layout of the room, she breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that Dasha still knows how to clean the house."

"Haha~ Girls, it's natural to love cleanliness."

Joaquin sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette: "By the way, I forgot to ask you, how did you get brought to Boston?"

Natasha's beak opened: "Last month, I waited for Dasha to come home as usual, but I waited and waited until she didn't come home. I was too worried, so I wanted to go downstairs to have a look. While wandering downstairs, I bumped into a man, and was pointed at a gun by him and taken to a tavern not far away. They escorted me into a car that night, and after a few twists and turns, I came to Boston."

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Joaquin and Emma listened straight to each other, is that okay?Wilson's men are fucking talented.

As time passed, until the middle of the night, the wooden floor outside the door began to scream "creak~" "creak~"

"Who's in my house?"

The rough voice made the dozing Natasha wake up instantly: "Dasha~it's me~it's me~Natasha!"

"Sister~"

A strong man with a height of at least two meters appeared at the door. His thick body was like a wall, covering the door tightly. He looked at Joaquin and Emma sitting beside Natasha, and frowned: "Who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself first."

Joaquin stood up and smiled slightly at the strong man: "Joajin~ the boss who can bring you sisters a new life!"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

A swarthy pistol was placed on Joaquin's forehead, and the strong man laughed grinningly: "You hid my sister for nearly a month, and now you use her as bait to lure me out, do you really think I don't know?"

"What can you do if you know?"

Joaquin's smile remained unchanged, but the pistol on his forehead began to deform, and finally, under the stunned gaze of the strong man, it was completely reduced to a piece of scrap iron. He stretched out his right hand: "Just like your sister, join us, we are one!"

"Dasha~"

Natasha also walked to Joaquin's side. At this time, the claws at the end of her wings were slowly stroking the big man's face: "My sister doesn't want to live in hiding anymore. My sister wants to live in the sun with dignity. The boss can give me the life I want!"

Looking at Natasha with tears in his eyes, the body of the strong man shrank rapidly, and the clothes on his body fell loosely on the ground, and a slightly thin figure appeared in front of Joaquin.

He has long, jet-black hair, and his whole body is red and covered with flat scales like crocodiles. His facial features are very delicate, and the scales on his forehead are very regular, more like a pattern. Under the black eyebrows are a pair of golden eyes, the pupils stand up like cold-blooded animals, and the small mouth under the bridge of the tall nose is tightly pursed.

Her undeveloped figure was a bit thin, but Joaquin stared at little Dasha's lower abdomen as if she had discovered a new world. There were faint abdominal muscles there, and a long tail flicked behind her. The tip of the tail was an inverted triangle, like a barbed arrow.