Thor stayed in town for the time being, treated as one of the Mutants. In terms of physical ability, he was indeed far stronger than an ordinary person.
In just a few days, the bullet wound in his back had mostly healed. To Crow, Thor was a Mutant with tremendous strength and an exceptional healing factor.
For the past few days, Echo had practically been at Thor's side around the clock, caring for him. The sight filled Crow with jealousy. Even he, her older brother, had never received that kind of treatment.
"Thor, there's a gathering tonight. Most of the Mutants in New Mexico will be there. You should come along," Crow said.
"Are there many Mutants around here?"
After these past few days, Thor had learned quite a bit about Mutants. Though most of them were far weaker than ordinary Asgardian soldiers, their diverse abilities had opened his eyes.
"There aren't that many Mutants in New Mexico—fewer than two hundred altogether. Most of them can't fight, so life here is hard for us," Crow said with a helpless sigh.
"But even the weakest Mutants must be stronger than ordinary Midga—ordinary humans on Earth, right? Even two hundred ordinary humans gathered together ought to be stronger than that Hans Gang," Thor said, puzzled.
Mutant abilities came in all kinds, and most Mutants had little combat strength. But their genes had a powerful capacity to alter their bodies, making them immune to most diseases and giving them greater physical strength.
So there was nothing wrong with calling Mutants the next step in human evolution. The problem was that there were far too few of them compared with the billions of ordinary humans.
At Thor's question, Crow answered awkwardly, "Most Mutants are ordinary civilians. The majority are the old, the weak, women,