Starts with eye mutation

The city of Los Angeles in December has long nights and short days. Just after six o'clock, the sky outside slowly darkens, the street lights on both sides of the road gradually light up, so that the city continues to be bright, the crowds of people leaving work through a giant spider's web throughout the city's streets and alleys throughout all kinds of sounds echoed in the sky over the city. "Wow ......" Liam closed the glass door of the auction house, carried several tin boxes with items itemized and sealed inside the counter, and casually closed the security door. The things inside these boxes were worth millions of dollars. Usually, two security guards are handed over to Liam, but today is the weekend. The security company temporarily recruited them back. Although it is not very busy, the day's work is coming to an end, but Liam's young face still shows a trace of fatigue, probably because it is close to Christmas. Liam has not been home for a year with some homesickness. Liam Slatem is 24 years old, born into a single-parent family in a small city. He is 5'8", not handsome, but he smiles and gives people a kind feeling, and his hands and feet reveal a touch of calmness. Liam was also a lively person in his college days, but things didn't go well for him after he left school, so he became more introverted and mature, except for watching football and cursing the team. In 2020, Liam grades from UCLA with a degree in Finance and Accounting, which should not be difficult to find a job. However, Liam's luck was not good, as he got sick within a few days after graduation and missed the recruitment time of several large companies. When she first arrived in Los Angeles, Liam was unable to find a suitable job for more than a month, but finally, she could get a job at this recently established antique auction house with the help of a college friend. When it comes to auction houses, the first thing that comes to mind is an antique collection. There are antique rings, bracelets, vases, and other valuable items in the auction house where Liam works. The structure of the auction house is simple: Andrew, the chief appraiser, specializes in Oriental antiques and is also the manager of the auction house. There are two young French appraisers, mainly responsible for the identification of some European art and luxury goods, who are in their early thirties, and in the circle for some time, are from the class, so these two young appraisers usually always think highly of themselves. That has not been Andrew's treatment. The others are Jannie, the cashier, and Ann, the sales clerk. Andrew liked Liam, a practical and hardworking young man, and wanted to bring him into the industry. Still, although Liam wanted to read historical novels, he was not very interested in these antiques. His teaching to Andrew was in his left ear and out his right ear, and he would talk about a historical figure or story, often making Andrew angry. According to the rules, Jannie, the cashier, was supposed to hand over the items in the auction house to the bank carriers with Liam at the end of the day. Still, the gold-digging girl had to go to a fancy restaurant with her boyfriend today and left early. Jannie was a native of Los Angeles and didn't mention that there were such and such things as excuses. The auction house was closed at six o'clock in the evening, and the bank's money truck generally returned at around six-thirty. According to the rules, cash boxes and precious jewellery boxes are to be collected by the bank's security personnel, who come in and check that the seals are intact. Suddenly, Liam felt darkness in front of him as three figures came in through the half-closed glass door. "It's only ten past six. Bank cards don't usually come this early." Liam froze for a moment, although on weekends, the money truck would arrive a little earlier, but also at about six twenty, because the few people who came in were backlit: they did not see the faces of several people for a while, but he also knew that these people were not from the bank. He could see that there was no bank money truck parked at the door. "A few gentlemen, we are already closed. Please come back tomorrow if you need anything. We are open on Saturday and Sunday, eh?" Liam was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized that the three people who came in were men. What kept him from continuing was that all three were wearing a knitted hat on their heads, the kind of hat that hat can turn down to cover the face with only the eyes exposed. This kind of hat was prevalent a few years ago, but it is rare to see people wearing it nowadays, although it is December. Still, the sky in Los Angeles is not so cold that it is necessary to wear this kind of hat, Liam's heart suddenly. He had a sort of bad feeling. "Kid, cut the crap and hand out the case you're holding." Two people stood in front of the counter, and another person ran directly towards the exhibit area. Looking at their movements, they should be pretty familiar with the layout of this auction house. "You are committing a crime. A bank security officer will be here soon. If you don't run now, you won't be able to run away even if you want to later." Liam knew he had encountered robbers. Although the precinct's police department came to engage in several drills, he never expected that the bank, even the auction house, would become the target of these people. But apart from the initial panic, Liam quickly calmed down because the counter of the auction house was designed according to the bank's anti-theft and anti-snatch system, and the tempered glass made the valuable collection in the display case wholly isolated from the outside. The first thing you need to do is get a few people to break open the security door quickly. As soon as he pressed the button, the police and the nearby district police department would be alerted immediately, and they could arrive within five minutes at the earliest. This is not a movie. In the middle of the year, the exercise scene was carried out several times. Liam is still very confident about the police officers who arrived quickly each time. "Boss, everything is put away over here, nothing, it's too clean. Didn't you step on the spot yourself last time?" The one who ran to the display area naturally couldn't find anything and shouted grumpily. "Hey, dumbass, what are you shouting about?" The bandits' leader, separated from Liam by a security fence, cursed in annoyance. He was very dissatisfied with the quality of his men, or maybe it was because he was questioned by his men, which made Liam want to laugh inside. Still, he couldn't laugh right away because the bandits' leader pointed the black muzzle of a g*n at him through the security window. Liam's fingers pressed down on the alarm button, and the ear-splitting siren sounded. He believed that as long as he stalled for a few minutes, these people would never get away, but at that moment, there was a sudden sound of brakes at the entrance of the pawnshop. Seeing that the head of the strong robbers standing in front of the counter seemed to be distracted by the sound of brakes outside the door, Liam took the opportunity to plop down below the counter, where the shooting was dead center. The robbers could not help him outside, but the swivel chair Liam was sitting on slipped, causing Liam not to get down, but to go back more than a meter, becoming face to face with the robbers. "Kid, you play tricks!" As the robber roared, he jerked the trigger at Liam. Liam subconsciously sidestepped as he opened his mouth to speak, and the bullet grazed his eye. Liam first felt a flash of fireflies past his eyes, and then Liam felt a stinging burn coming from his eyes. Liam's eyes are the most developed and vulnerable part of the nervous system in the human body. Blood was already seeping out from the fingers of his hands covering his eyes, and the intense pain caused Liam's body to spin around and fall backward. He couldn't see that the back of his head was falling towards the exact location where the alarm button was located. "With a bang ......, the back of Liam's head hit the glass box outside the alarm button, the vast impact caused the quadrilateral glass box to shatter, blood instantly stained the side of the counter where the alarm button was installed. Liam's head was leaning against the counter, and the whole person was already unconscious. The robber's pistol seemed to be homemade, and after firing the criminal bullet at Liam, no more shots could be fired, and the auction house had no spare people for them to h****k. Soon, the three men were subdued by several security personnel. "Liam, Liam, how are you doing? Can you talk?" A bank security officer who knew Liam well shouted out to Liam, who was inside the counter, but never heard an answer. The hall where shots had just been fired was filled with a strong smell of poor quality gunpowder, and their hearts gradually sank. Standing outside, he maliciously saw the blood inside the counter, and could not open the security door. The people outside were helpless. After a few minutes, the police who received the alarm arrived at the scene. The auction house perimeter pulled up a cordon, several robbers were hooded after taking the police car, waiting for the auction house to be notified to open the security door. No one noticed that the blood seeping out of the back of Liam's head seeped into the gap of the alarm button, a blue current was introduced into Liam's brain along with the blood, making his body twitch slightly, covering his face. If someone can see Liam's face now, they can find that around Liam's eyes, a colorful glow appeared. But just for a short ten seconds or so, that halo disappeared.