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"I understand what you mean, Angela." Lorna lay wilted on the table and looked at Prodestar in despair, "John, if Clarice wants to imprison herself, we will force her to escape instead. It will cause trouble for her. Do you know why she did this?"

"She refused to say anything. As long as she faced questions about her plans and her past, she would remain silent, both to me, to the lawyers, and to the judge. This is why she was imprisoned for so long." Desda took a dull sip of coffee.

"Even you don't know where she comes from" Lorna then asked.

"She was very resistant to this kind of question. I had to promise her that I would never ask about her origins again, and that she would just stay in my place with peace of mind." Prodesta sighed again, "I was still worried about her at the time. I am happy that I no longer have to wander around, and I am also happy that I was lucky enough to meet a similar person and be able to take care of her. But in fact, she took care of me more in those few days, and in the end I failed her. If If I didn’t drink so much that day and went home early.”

"It's not your fault, John." Angela comforted in a gentle tone.

"I can only say that it is not all my fault," Proudstad still seemed to blame himself. "I found a new goal in life, but I didn't cherish it enough. Now I just hope that through visiting again and again, I can unravel the The knot in her heart. I came here just to ask you to visit her once, and I hope she will be happy after seeing more people of the same kind."

"Your idea is very good, but" Angela saw that Prodestar looked a little anxious, and made a comforting gesture to let him listen to her explanation first, "Don't be impatient, John, we have no intention of rejecting it. I just want to analyze all the intelligence before taking action. First of all, I can guess that the past few days that Clarice spent with you made her very happy. She recognized you as a friend, otherwise she would have refused your visit long ago. I'm afraid the comfort that we two strange mutants can give her is far less than you can give her."

Prodestar was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he had long been accustomed to his efforts being in vain, and did not consider that he might occupy a certain position in Fang's heart.

"Can you first tell us what you talk to her about every time you visit the prison?" Angela stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Prodestar's eyes. "It's not like she's been listening to you talk about your escape plans."

"Of course not. It's not an easy task to hide from the guards in the interview room and tell her my various ideas secretly. I always have to tell some insignificant things to cover up, Harlem Paradise The new singer, the decoration changes in dad’s barber shop, the big and small Olympic Games. Later, she asked me not to talk about the things about escaping from prison, and just talk about these miscellaneous trivial things. I think she also likes it. Listening to that, these are the only things she and I have talked about during our recent visits.”

"She's interested in these little things," Lorna asked doubtfully, "She doesn't sound like a person who has her own soul imprisoned."

"Yes, Clarisse is so confusing." Proudstar recalled, "She really likes the hairstyle her father designed for her. When I went to see her last time, in order to pique her interest, I Remind her that her hair is too long and she should go to her dad to get it trimmed again. I saw her smile slightly at the time, and I was very convinced, but in a flash she shook her head firmly and led the conversation elsewhere."

"Stop drinking, what do you think?" Lorna elbowed Angela beside her.

"I think this is good news," Angela put down the cup amidst the surprise of the two of them. "Clarice is still concerned about the world, which proves that she has not completely isolated herself from reality. She may just simply think I am guilty and should be locked behind bars and should not step into this society."

"Guilty," Proudstar said in surprise, "I have been a soldier for so many years, and I can tell at a glance if there is a ghost in a person's heart. Clarice's eyes were so innocent, and it was definitely not guilt for having harmed others. The eyes that one can have.”

"What a headache." Lorna knocked her head in distress, "What secret does my compatriot Angela have? I think we may need help from SHIELD this time."

"SHIELD" Prodestar frowned, "You are related to SHIELD"

"Uh, almost" Lorna replied hesitantly, "Wait a minute, you know the existence of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"When I went to visit Clarice at the Metropolitan Correctional Center in New York, I noticed a group of people who looked like agents. I also eavesdropped on their conversations from a distance, but they did have their own tricks, and I could only tell it. They are a government organization that operates in secret, but I don’t know exactly what they are doing there, do you know?”

"No, we only have a cooperative relationship with them. It is not convenient for us to interfere with their tasks. But I assure you that they are definitely partners of justice and will definitely help us on Clarice's issue." Lorna said frankly replied.

Prodestar didn't respond, but took a long sip of coffee in annoyance.

"It seems that you are very distrustful of anything related to the government now." Angela looked at the empty bottom of Prodestar's glass and stared at his sun-tanned face carefully, "Perhaps you have imprisoned yourself. Clarice is not just a person."

"Angela, I think everyone imprisons themselves in some way." Prodestar avoided Angela's gaze and shook his head covertly, "Don't worry about it for now. I have no objection to asking them for help, as long as It would be great if we could get Clarice out. The Metropolitan Correctional Center is not under the jurisdiction of the city and state, but is under federal control. It must be just a phone call from them to let Clarice out of the detention center."

"Okay, since you agree, let's call the SHIELD agents first, hoping to find a perfect way to liberate Clarice's body and mind." Lorna saw Prodestar's attitude and agreed temporarily. down.

"By the way, I hope you won't mention me when you tell SHIELD the situation." Prodestar added anxiously, "I'm sorry, I know I'm asking too much."

"It's okay, John, we will hide our intelligence sources from them." Angela made an "ok" gesture to reassure Proudstar.

"We will help you to the end, because we are the mutant underground party." Lorna winked at Prodesta again playfully.

"The Mutant Underground Party"

"Yes, I now officially invite you to join us." Lorna stood up, crossed the counter with her slender but strong arms, and stopped with her friendly right hand in front of Prodestar, "Comrade Thunderbird, do you want to listen to the underground party first?" philosophy and vision”