[Zhongyingmei] I'm the villain boss, okay?

The "God" in Charles's mouth was sleeping in the dark on the small bed.

Charles took out a book out of nowhere and read it quietly.

Kree still maintained the appearance of "Happy Hogan", staring at the scenery outside the window lightly.

A group of superheroes are driving a spaceship to S.H.I.E.L.D., quietly waiting for Bruce Banner's awakening.

At this time, the young oil tycoon, Patrick Clive, also had a routine daily task - to accompany his unconscious wife.

Lying on the hospital bed was a woman, who could not be called a beauty: the eyelashes were very long and dense, and they were lightly laid on the face like a small brush; the eyebrows were raised high and sharp; the cheekbones were also high, probably because of Because of the thinness, it seemed even more abrupt.

There are a lot of messy tubes inserted into the woman's body, all the way leading to several expensive-looking instruments.What is more eye-catching is the giant helmet on the outside of the woman's head, and the screen with numbers constantly beating behind it.

"On the morning of the 591st day, there was still nothing interesting yesterday." The red-haired man sat by the bed, smiling softly.

If the gentleness of Charles Xavier is like a calm and deep sea, gently stroking your heart in the soft waves, then the gentleness of Patrick Clive is like a bottomless swamp, where the secret is revealed. With a treacherous ruthlessness.

"However, I just received an interesting piece of news this morning—the experimental subject escaped from the lab with another experimental subject in despair, and a group of 'heroes' who wanted to save the world also left in despair, Molly, you Isn't it very interesting to say... hahaha..."

As if he couldn't take it anymore, the man covered his stomach and laughed tremblingly.

"...Oh no, you don't know anything yet..."

After a long while, the man straightened up and leaned against the bed, panting weakly.

"If you knew everything, you would probably scold me... Yes, you would stare wide-eyed, raise your eyebrows, and scold me fiercely, saying that I am insane, even if that experimental subject is Star Child of the Ke family - you are so kind, so kind that you 'died' on this bed, hahahahaha..."

"Damn you, damn you..."

The man's shallow pupils are a little out of focus,

"Arrogance, arrogance, stupidity...you ruined my life, the whole life - I could be fine, you can be fine...and that hypocritical and vicious Tony S. Tucker, you guys ruined my life... you guys..."

The man's expression gradually turned grim, his distorted features almost escaped from his pale face.

But "Molly" on the bed was still lying quietly, like a dead sculpture.

Patrick Clive tugged at his shirt soaked in cold sweat, stretched out his cold fingers, and stroked his wife's emaciated cheeks gently and sticky.

"Is it for the old man's property? Or is it for your story—well, I know you don't like to hear it—or is it for that goddamn Stark? To drag me down with my life? Or, are you really So stupid, so easy to listen to his words, willing to be a cruel victim of Stark Industries?"

The man touched his wife's cheeks carefully, as if suddenly feeling tired and bored, he withdrew his hand in disgust, and looked up at the screen behind the hospital bed.

Until... those amber-like pupils shrank extremely due to shock.

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"...Good master, I will test the ability of the experimental product with the captive Charles Francis Xavier until you give exact instructions."

Kree cut off the connection with "Master", and stared forward in a daze.

The master said... I'm doing fine?And ask me to continue to cooperate with Charles' testing program?

The Kree was at a loss.

"Boom boom boom..."

A few regular knocks came from the other end of the metal wall.

Kree glanced at the cockpit's small door, and with a wave of his hand, refused the metal partition back into the ship.

Charles put down his flexed fingers slowly, and looked at the man with a cold face opposite him with a smile.

"Good morning! How's lunch going? The kids should be getting up."

Kree: ...Did I hear you right?

"...no food." Kree moved his lips.

"Ah... so." Charles thought a little worriedly, "Then where are we going to eat?"

... Forget it, there is no need to play tricks with the captives, and they cannot be starved to death.

However, after a few minutes, the Kree wanted to kill himself who was planning to discuss with the two where to fill his stomach.

"I want to eat Japanese food!" Sophia had a good sleep and was full of energy.

"Japanese food..." Charles tilted his head, "What do you want to eat? Sashimi or ramen?"

"Sashimi!!!" Sophia's excited eyes lit up.

"Sashimi, let me think..." Charles held back a smile, "Does Stark allow Sophia to eat sashimi?"

Sophia's black hair fluttering wantonly was pulled back limply in an instant.

"Yun, allowed..."

Sophia picked her fingers and looked away.

"Oh? That's it. No problem, I believe Sophia must be an honest and well-behaved child. Kree, let's find a nearby Japanese restaurant!"

Kree with mouth twitching: ... I think you look like a Japanese food.

"Wait! Wait a minute!" Sophia raised her head suddenly, bit her lip and looked at Charles, "Actually... I don't really want to eat sashimi either, we can eat other things too—whatever you want Woolen cloth?"

"Oh? What do I want to eat?" Charles raised his eyebrows. "That's a good question—but, are we really going to stop eating Japanese food? Stark should allow it..."

"Don't eat!"

Sophia jumped up suddenly and yelled so loudly that Kree almost trembled.

After a while, the girl sat back listlessly.

"...I mean, stop eating."

Sophia lowered her head and tugged at the little skirt.

Charles felt that his chest was so stuffed with soft cotton that his heart was about to melt.

"Okay, then let's stop eating." Charles looked at the expressionless man beside him, "Kree, did you hear that? Sophia said no, let's not go to the Japanese restaurant—remember to adjust your orientation."

Kree: ...Silly Magnus.

"Sophia, where shall we go for dinner?" Charles continued to ask patiently.

"Where are you going...what do you want to eat?"

Sophia frowned and thought for a long time, and finally looked up at Charles.

Looking at the small face in front of him that was not as big as a palm, Charles was rarely absent-minded.

Indeed... still a child.

In this way, Kree watched the two talk from Japanese food to Mexican food with a blank face, and then returned from French food to the hot dog restaurant in the dining car, until the sun was high above their heads, and they did not draw half a conclusion.

"...Are you eating or not?" Kree's forehead twitched.

Charles leaned on the back of the wheelchair, stroking the handle leisurely, not intending to interrupt at all.

"Eat!" Sophia opened her eyes wide, "What's the matter, do you have something you want to eat too?"

Kree: ...I don't have to eat, but I'm afraid to say, I just want you to make up the hell quickly.

"What do you want to eat?" Sophia repeated thoughtfully.

"Burger King! Only this - only this!"

Kree, who was on the verge of collapse, turned his head and walked back to the cab, and slammed the metal door, leaving Sophia curling her lips in dissatisfaction.

"I told you earlier... I thought there was something."

Sophia muttered, bouncing and lying on the window of the spaceship.

The dazzling sunlight flows in the child's clear eyes, refracting colorful halos.Charles looked at Sophia quietly, almost unable to bear the desire to do something.

Obviously, he held back.

As if... "reading minds" was some kind of undeniable blasphemy for such a transparent child.

Not long after, the spacecraft landed in a deserted wilderness.

The three got off the plane, and an off-road SUV just happened to appear nearby.

Sophia: Wow that's amazing!

Kree:  …

Forget it, the Kree doesn't want to talk.

In this way, a mutant, a god, and an unknown "person" boarded this heavy car together, and walked aimlessly along the wide and endless road in Texas, USA With one after another ups and downs of the horizon.

Charles reached out and turned on the radio, turned his head to look at the child obediently fastening his seat belt, and opened the sunroof with a smile.

"Wow!"

Sophia, whose face was covered with hair by the wind, didn't care at all, and raised her hands happily, feeling the dry and hot wind and waves in Dallas.

Charles looked at the indifferent but chubby "Master Driver", resting his elbows on the car window frame, leisurely admiring the monotonous and rough scenery.

On the rolling brown hillside, there are hard bushes poking out, jagged like uncut hair stubble.

The off-road vehicle rumbled forward, and the long music sounded mercilessly leaving behind the chubby dirt slope, pulling the horizon in front of it self-servingly, but it couldn't be pulled.

"

run on your motorcycle

toward the highway

looking for adventure

no matter what happens on the road

..." (Note 1)

The author has something to say:

Note 1: Taken from the lyrics of the song BornToBeWild.

Turn on the radio and listen to music with your pituitary gland.