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After listening to Lorna's account, Prodestar readily agreed.After meeting Clarice Fang, he had a new direction in life to take care of other mutants living safely in society.Since the goals of the mutant underground party are consistent and consistent with her own ideas, and they are not affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D., Lorna has the right to conceal the identities of the underground party members, so why not join in?

"I never thought you had such a strong background before coming here this time, but this also made me feel more at ease. I can now go back to the nightclub with peace of mind." After exchanging contact information with Angela and Lorna, Proudus Da Que was ready to leave first.

"Hey, didn't Stokes tell you to give you a night off?" Lorna also wanted to chat with Proudstad for a while while she was free.

"In fact, I plan to leave this city after Clarice comes out and sever ties with the gangs here." Prodestar's expression reminded him that he had made up his mind on this.

"Those kids were right," Angela responded with a smile. "You got involved in the Stokes gang just to repay him."

"It seems that I don't take care of them in vain." Prodestar also smiled. Sure enough, he had some feelings for those children, "Yes, if Stokes hadn't brought me to New York, I wouldn't have I met Clarice. His business is very busy these days. If I try harder now, he should have less trouble with me when I ask to quit. Another reason why I feel like I am still saved is that Stokes has never I don’t touch drugs, but I am engaged in pure arms trade. It is not much different from the US government. It is really ironic. Unfortunately, I used to think that I was a righteous person, reporting the wrongdoings of the military and the government. In the end, I became the person I hate the most. people."

"Before you leave, listen to me tell you a story." Angela saw Prodesta's slightly depressed face and tried to explain it with her own understanding. "There was a little boy playing on the beach. His head was struck by a naughty seabird. He was stung. He held his head and endured the pain, swearing that if he encountered such birds in the future, he would either drive them away or stay away from them. In order to make his memory better, he decided to pinch the bird out of sand. The shape of the sand was very soft, and it continued to fall after being kneaded into a piece. The little boy had to use all his strength to hold the sand in his hands to shape it. His hands became painful and swollen, but he still refused to let go. Until he finally completed his work, his eyes were full of joy. At this time, only the shape of the bird was left in his mind, and the sand sculpture in front of him perfectly matched its shape. He felt that the artwork he made was simply awesome. Extremely"

"Strange, why did he have the urge to make a sculpture of the bird that pecked him?" Lorna asked in response to Angela's words.

"Because that bird is so beautiful."

"I understand your story, Angela." Prodestar closed his eyes and thought for a second, "I am the little boy who stubbornly wants to remember no matter how painful it is."

"And your bird is the bald eagle, Mr. Patriot. The bite it gave you was obviously very hard." Angela nodded with a smile.

"So people say that as much as you love, you will hate as much." Proudsta sighed.

"John, the so-called likes and dislikes, love and hate, are actually the same concept, and they are all persistently described in the mind. The more energy you spend on it, the more you become accustomed to the brushwork used to describe it. In the end, thoughts or behaviors will always conform to these habits intentionally or unintentionally. If a person always depicts things he hates, then the pattern he draws on the canvas of his life will naturally become more or less what he hates. . If you want to change the dirty side of this country, you must at least choose not to become that side first, right? So"

"Let go of your obsession with disgust and hatred." Prodestar interrupted Angela and said calmly, "I also know that those who kill innocent people in villages and cities, and the superiors who protect them, are also magnified. The hatred in my heart. If I hold on to my hatred for them, I will eventually become the same kind of people as them. The Apache sages have taught us a lot of similar wisdom. But even if we find our way back, it is still difficult. Make it harder.”

"You can first try to picture the beautiful side of your country in your mind," Angela then gave advice. "You will find that it is much easier to do so than to think about the unpleasant things. After all, in most cases people Life is indeed peaceful and beautiful, but we are too accustomed to it and ignore it.”

"I will, Angela, Lorna, thank you very much. I'll take my leave now. Regarding the plan to rescue Clarice, please feel free to discuss with me. Goodbye." Prodestar solemnly nodded to the two of them, turned around and left. Gift shop.

"No, he won't, at least not before rescuing Clarice." Lorna noticed that Prodestal's smile was a little forced before leaving, and rested her head on Angela's shoulder again, as if he was visiting them. Same as before.

"But he will eventually." Angela stared at the direction Prodestar left, "Because he is a real man, and he knows that men should let go of the pain they endure and embrace a broader capacity."

Shortly after Prodestar left, Angela and Lorna also closed the shop early.The two had a casual dinner, and then drove the Lamborghini to Strange's address in a hurry.

Angela humbly gave Lorna the right to drive the sports car for the last time.At this moment, in the garage of Strange's apartment building, the two of them were still sitting in the car reluctantly.

"Ah, my pudding number, I will never see you every day again. You must think of your mother." Lorna lay on the steering wheel, pretending to cry as she bid farewell to her car.

"Lorna, I think of another reason to sit here a little longer." Angela joked, "We can call Phil now to discuss Clarice's problem."

"Yes." Lorna immediately took out her phone with a smile, without a trace of tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Hi, Lorna, how's Angela's driving skills going?" A friendly and kind male voice came from the other side of the phone.

"No problem at all. Please help her make an appointment for the nearest test date in New York State. We don't want to waste time going to the DMV."

Angela watched helplessly as Lorna used SHIELD agents as personal assistants, and covered her face in helplessness.

"That's tomorrow, are you sure you can do it?"

"Oh my God, I was just joking and you really said yes."

"It's an honor to serve you. After the Lorna Bahrain Island incident and the Joker incident, your reputation in SHIELD has been upgraded to worship. People always come to me and ask you when you will come here again."

"Haha, thank you for your love."

"By the way, can you tell me how you control those smokes? Fitz scratched his head and came up with several hypotheses from the perspective of electromagnetism, but he rejected them all. I dare say that you are the person who is looking forward to you the most in the world right now. It's him."

"What?" Lorna just said in surprise, and Angela's telepathic reminder immediately came to her mind. Fury must have not told anyone else that Angela was also a mutant.

"Well, I used the effect of static electricity," Lorna responded following the prompts written in Angela's mind. "I think I'd better go to SHIELD Academy in person and show it to Fitz. But before that, Fitz Er, please do us a favor, this concerns another fellow mutant whose existence we have just learned of."