Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

When the Qianqian group was about to reach the entrance of Lieutenant General Ross's command gate, they turned around and left, completely ignoring the astonished eyes of the sentinel at the gate.

Under the personal guidance of Worthington II, Qianqian and his group walked up to the core test area on the third floor; the little boy Jimmy is the key to the genetic medicine of mutants, and his ward—or cell—is also arranged in the test area .

In front of the ward, there is a long corridor; the building here basically retains the old and outdated structure of Alcatraz as a prison.On one side of the corridor is the window facing the sea, on the other side is the laboratory converted from the original prison office, including the living area of ​​course.

Although it was more than seven o'clock in the evening, under the sea in the west, there was still a brilliant glow covering the sky.A faint glow came in from the windows, painting the corridor a fiery red color.

A telephone rang suddenly on Worthington II.The old white man picked up the phone apologetically, and hung up directly out of politeness when receiving guests, but glanced at the screen, his face suddenly changed, and he answered it hastily.

"What happened, doctor, you should be taking care of little Warren now..." Worthington II said nervously into the phone.Before he could finish speaking, he heard a series of exclamations from the entourage behind him.

Xiangqian and Worthington II followed the sound and looked back, only to see the entourage who had been following them rushing to the window to look out. From time to time, they heard people exclaiming "God", "That's an angel" and the like. discourse.

Qianqian walked to the window curiously, looked in the direction of everyone's line of sight, and saw a figure flying in the sky.Under the reflection of the sun, the originally white wings on the man's back were covered with a layer of divine golden light.

Among the crowd looking at the window, many people are already making signs of the cross on their chests.In the exclamation of "God" and "Angel", the figures in the sky flew farther and farther against the rays of the sun.

Looking forward, he turned to look at Worthington II who was also in front of the window.

"That should be your little angel?" Xiang Qiang asked.

Worthington II snapped back to his senses, barely showing an awkward smile: "I think so, I don't know, little Warren..." He suddenly remembered the phone in his hand, and raised it like lightning. Get up and put it to your ear.

"Doctor, I saw it all, everyone saw it. What happened to little Warren, didn't you give him medicine?" Worthington II asked the other side of the phone like a cannonball.

"He escaped, why did he... God, what the hell did you do?"

Looking forward at Worthington II's apparently incoherent appearance, he probably understood the whole story in his heart.

"A free soul, unwilling to accept the shackles of others, unwilling to follow the path arranged by the parents, but accepting the endowment of fate." Qianqian recited a sentence like an aria, turned and walked towards Jimmy's ward.

Worthington II was at a loss, so he had to hang up the phone in a hurry, and chased after him in three steps.

"James, I'm really sorry for letting you see such a thing; the little Warren boy..." Worthington II stammered, he was afraid that the commotion caused by his son would negatively affect Qianqian's investment intentions .

How could Xiangqian care about this kind of thing, he said with a smile: "The restlessness of adolescence is understandable, we have all experienced that period."

Worthington II smiled awkwardly.It’s true that everyone has gone through puberty, but there is only a five or six-year age difference between Qianqian and Warren. Isn’t it a bit weird to ignore the age difference and talk about little Warren as if he wanted to talk about his own junior?

Opening the door of Jimmy's ward, what he saw ahead was a room decorated in a simple and plain white.A thin figure was standing at the head of the bed, looking out through the small window on the wall directly above the head of the bed.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the thin figure suddenly turned around, and a pale face with a bald head appeared in Qianqian's eyes.

Qianqian glanced out of the small window, from his point of view, he could only see the towering columns of the Golden Gate Bridge, and the sunset glow that had completely faded in the sky - but he already guessed what the little boy was looking at just now up.

"Did you see that flying figure?" Xiang Qiang asked gently.

Jimmy seemed to have a serious introversion problem, he kept silent for a long time, and then nodded slightly.

"Are you envious?" Asked forward, "Do you wish you were like him?"

A light flashed in Jimmy's eyes, and he blurted out, "Can I?"

"NO!" Xiangqian broke the child's fantasy without hesitation; the cold undertone hidden in his gentle smile even made Worthington II look sideways.

The light in Jimmy's eyes quickly dimmed.

"Jimmy, you've been here for a long time, you should understand your problems, right?" said Qiangqian, "Your characteristics prevent you from enjoying freedom like ordinary people."

Jimmy nodded, wondering if it was infected by Qianqian's gentle smile, he was willing to speak: "My parents said I was sick."

"Sick?" Qianqian was noncommittal, "From some people's point of view, it is true. But from another point of view, it can also be considered a magical talent, and I personally prefer to agree with the second statement."

Jimmy still stood straight on the head of the bed: "Mr. Minister also said."

"Minister?" Xiangqian frowned.

Worthington II hurriedly explained: "Minister McCoy, the Department of Mutant Affairs."

"Oh..." Xiang Qiang suddenly realized, "Beast."

"Does he look like the Smurfs in cartoons all over his body, and his face is full of..." Qiangqian deliberately kept silent, but drew an image of "big hair" around his face with his hands .

Jimmy couldn't help laughing for the first time.

"Did Mr. Minister say anything else?" Xiang Qiang asked.

Jimmy shook his head.

"Yes, some words are not easy to say." Walking forward slowly towards Jimmy, "Many mutants see you as a savior to relieve their pain-although they don't know your existence; You see it as a scourge that threatens the existence of mutants."

Jimmy, a child who has been locked up in the ward for many years, how can he have any psychological endurance?Hearing Xiangqian's words, he was so frightened that he froze, and stood numbly on the bedside, forgetting to get down.

Not to mention Jimmy, Worthington II, the only one who accompanied him into the ward, was impatient.

Worthington Company has long used Jimmy to develop mutant genetic medicines. Although Jimmy's freedom is actually restricted, they have always been careful about Jimmy's mental health.How could he expect to stimulate the child's emotions several times as soon as they met Qiangqian.

This is our wealth code, the only source of genetic medicine for mutants, what if something goes wrong with the stimulation?Worthington II wanted to interrupt, but he was afraid of getting angry and moved forward, his heart was spinning around in a hurry.

Qianqian has already walked to the window, looking up at Jimmy who is standing tall.

"Which one do you choose to be, the savior or the disaster?"

Jimmy shook his head numbly, and it took him a long time to murmur, "I don't want to choose."

"That's not okay, Jimmy." Qianqian broke the child's fantasy again, "Your talent has already been determined, and you can't get rid of this multiple-choice question."

Jimmy's helpless eyes swam back and forth between Xiangqian and Worthington II.

"Why me? Perhaps, as Mr. Worthington said, it's a curse. I wish to get rid of it!" Jimmy's emotions grew;