325. Conspiracy (Second Update)

"No! That's a person!!!"

Following a man's startled cry, the others finally noticed that something was wrong. They looked up again, and from the faint outline revealed against the night sky, they discovered that the object high above really was a person!

"My God, someone's flying?!"

Someone could not help but exclaim in astonishment, feeling as though his brain was no longer enough to process this. Someone could actually fly through the air.

"Is that a Mutant?"

A timid voice spoke up from among them, immediately jolting everyone around him into realization.

That was right—other than Mutants, who else could fly without relying on machinery?

Having figured that out, the group could not help worrying about their own safety.

Mutants... in this country—or rather, in the eyes of ordinary people—was hardly a positive term.

Thanks to Magneto, that brainless troublemaking bastard, the word "Mutant" had become synonymous with terrorist attacks in the eyes of ordinary people.

When ordinary people saw a Mutant, their first thought was to run, and their second was to call the police. In their eyes, Mutants were simply too terrifying. Their endless stream of superpowers, along with the tragedies caused by all kinds of superpowered terrorist attacks, had been deliberately exaggerated by the so-called higher-ups of the United States and news reporters, deeply imprinting fear into the hearts of these ordinary people.

"Maybe that Mutant came to help us."

A middle-aged white man's eyes flickered as he hesitantly said, "I remember that a kid with fire coming from both hands knocked down several criminals who wanted to kill me. That's how I was saved. That kid should've been a Mutant."

After hesitating for a moment, he added, "A kind Mutant."

At that moment, he noticed the clothes worn by the figure high in the sky. He