[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

It seemed that something had changed here when he didn't know it. Before, there were nurses coming and going, but now it's doctors coming and going.

"What happened?" Clark asked a nurse who lived in front of her. The other party changed her enthusiastic expression and looked very serious. Clark couldn't help but thump in his heart, thinking that something happened to Wesley.

"Oh! Mr. Kent," the nurse relaxed when she saw him, and then said, "The surgery is scheduled for a week later."

"Already decided?" Clark paused for a moment, listening to Wesley's heartbeat and breathing, and there was no obvious change from before, which meant that Wesley hadn't woken up yet.No change at this time is already the best change. While he was relieved, Clark was also a little puzzled by the situation in the ward that was being paid extra attention.

"Yes," the nurse said patiently, "For details, you can communicate with Dr. Benjamin, he is inside."

Clark couldn't help looking in through the glass, even more puzzled—didn't he say in the morning that he would have an appointment with Dr. Benjamin after all the test results came out? Unexpectedly, it was less than an hour before the doctor came into the ward by himself up.

As if seeing his thoughts from Clark's expression, the nurse suddenly looked around and said in a low voice, "Mr. Stark came here just now."

"Stark?" Clark finally understood. He said that when he called just now, the people around him seemed to have an unusual sense of urgency. He came to the ward, and Bruce must have paid a lot for this.

Clark looked into the ward—he only hoped that Wesley would get better soon.

A week later.

Tony seemed in a bad mood.

In the past two days, he was too busy to touch the ground again due to the accident of S.H.I.E.L.D., lack of sleep and preoccupation, he almost had "Don't mess with me" written on his face.

Pushing open the door of the S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room, he was the first one to arrive. At this time, the conference room was empty. Tony simply sat on the chair in the middle. When he stepped on his footsteps, the chair turned around and his back Facing the door, he rested his chin on his hands, and remained silent like facing a wall.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes, sir."

"How about the medical department?"

"You mean about Wesley Field?"

"...Yes, yes!" Tony said impatiently, "Is there anything else?"

"He didn't wake up, still, sir." Jarvis only revealed a little information as if on purpose.

Tony rubbed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "You know what, Jarvis, you're really starting to bother me, you know what I'm asking."

"Then maybe you should open the medical file about Wesley Field that I update every day. The content is very detailed, sir." Jarvis said: "After all, refusing to read the file does not stop you from continuing to pay attention to him."

Tony almost rolled his eyes. Recently, he always felt that he had something in the hands of his AI housekeeper. The other party kept mentioning the child inappropriately, as if he was using him to threaten himself.

At least Tony really felt the threat.

"Okay!" Tony compromised expressionlessly: "Open the medical file."

The very detailed medical content immediately appeared in front of his eyes, and Tony looked at the content displayed on the lens one by one without blinking, looking more carefully than he imagined.

From the beginning to the end, Tony coughed dryly and cleared his throat, feeling that the sense of threat suddenly eased.

"So, he's going to have surgery today?"

"Just in an hour, sir."

Even Jarvis's voice sounded more pleasing to the ear, Tony nodded, and quickly said: "Notify me after the operation is over." He took off his glasses, turned around, put them on the conference table and pushed them away , raised Erlang's legs.

After a while, Tony got up and took the glasses back again, and put them on as if nothing had happened.

"The operation hasn't started yet, sir." Jarvis's voice sounded suddenly.

"To shut up."

……

Wesley fell asleep in his dream, and made up his mind not to wake up until he slept enough this time.In fact, he also had a brief sobriety during the period, but before he opened his eyes, the headache almost killed him, causing him to shrink back quickly.

I don't know how long the outside world has passed, but I can faintly feel that I seem to have followed Arthur to the bottom of the sea a few times unconsciously, which has restored his messy consciousness a lot.

At this time, it was almost time for enough sleep, and there was a regular beep-beep sound in his ears, and Wesley frowned slightly.

"anaesthetization."

A calm and professional voice sounded from a close distance, and Wesley's hazy consciousness hadn't gathered yet, and he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all.

Until a hard thing, like a mask, was buckled between his mouth and nose, a strange smell instantly filled his airway.

Wesley opened his eyes suddenly, and grabbed the hand that was anesthetizing him.

There were screams from above his head one after another, as if his actions had frightened many people.

"God, he's awake!"

"It's time to wake up, poor child, let's sleep a little longer."

"...That's it, be quiet, don't be afraid, Wesley."

The opponent's movements became stronger because of his waking up, and several hands held him down at the same time.Wesley could feel that many cumbersome tubes were connected to his body.

The light in front of him was too bright, with several dazzling light sources hanging above his head, Wesley gradually lost control of his body.

"System..." At the last moment, Wesley gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart.

The consciousness drifted farther and farther away again, and suddenly at a certain moment, maybe 0.1 second later, maybe an hour later, the voice of the system suddenly sounded clearly, pulling back Wesley's consciousness all at once.

"At your service anytime."

"..." Wesley was silent for a moment in the dark: "Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Your host is anesthetized by being pressed on the operating table, and maybe after a while, all the organs will be emptied, just look at the pills!

"The host is undergoing mutant controller removal surgery."

"..."? ? ?

You can understand it separately, why can't you suddenly understand it together?

Finally, Weiss understood.

"what the...!!!"

What the hell happened, what did he miss? !

"I... How long have I been asleep?"

Could it be that in the blink of an eye, "time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle", five or six years have passed?

However, with the urine nature of the system, it is really impossible.

"The host has been in a coma for a week." Sure enough, the system said: "The neutrino separation operation of [-] millivolts caused great trauma to the host's consciousness and brain, and the self-healing function was fully activated. Wake up later."

"...Yes, that's right, tell me about this separation operation." Wesley gritted his teeth.

Thinking about the first time he made this neutrino or something, not only did he have a headache for a long time, he couldn’t control his abilities, and he was almost cold in Hannibal. This time he went into a coma for a week, which was a history of blood and tears. A few words give me a headache, is it a psychological shadow?

"It's not a psychological shadow, it's just that the trauma of the host's consciousness has not fully recovered." The system commented calmly.

...Then tell me when I can fully recover, okay? Turn the table!

"After the trauma and repair of the host's consciousness, the range of abilities used has increased, so correspondingly, the level of abilities rewarded by system tasks will also increase."

As a conscious body, Wesley was really expressionless, wandering in the darkness for a moment, he said: "...Thank you?"

"You're welcome."

"……"puff!I have a mouthful of old blood.

Fortunately, Wesley soon learned from the system that the strange situation when he woke up just now was the operation to remove the controller that Clark had arranged for him. Ma Yi, first solve the problem of the controller once and for all.

Wesley Dead Horse Field breathed a sigh of relief, that's good, he really thought he had encountered some unspeakable bad thing.

Wesley quietly waited for the end of the operation in the dark, recalling the danger he encountered Dormammu before, he still had lingering fears.

Suddenly, he thought of another serious problem, and couldn't help being stunned. He was in a coma for a week. How is Charles?

For some reason, when thinking of Charles, Wesley had a strange feeling, as if he already knew the answer without asking the system.

"Tie……"

Ding----

The loud task reminder echoed in Wesley's ears.

……silence.

Wesley:? ? ?

Really, come to the task at this time? !

A man who just lost his body still wants to use his soul to post back, the system, are you a devil? !

"Urgent mission, please complete the host." The system rarely explained, although it added later: "Any accident may cause the host to lose his life, please do your best."

"I..." %￥#&*&%

Wesley opened the task prompt silently, and with the dazzling golden light, the familiar task panel slowly unfolded in front of his eyes.

Wesley seemed to hear the sound of solemn music.

Mission Statement——

Any personal mistake may hurt others, and any personal greed may destroy others; when gods make mortal mistakes, the fragile world may fall, and when gods commit mortal greed, the fragile world will be destroyed— —Almighty host, before the world is destroyed, save the fragile and innocent ordinary people. Their kind hearts can make this world go on!

Nature: A distress signal from the present.

Rewards: 1. 2000 points for completing the task; 2. Spontaneously unlocking mutant powers: flawless level 3 telepathy (powerful telepathy); [-]. Unlocking Wesley Field's genetic power: freezing breath.

……

So many rewards plus 2000 points?

Wesley suddenly trembled a little. Why was he suddenly a little scared?

The task limit is the same as before. The death or serious injury of innocent people will consume 1000 points. The question is, does this task give him the feeling that it is mainly to save civilians?

Key words this time——

Help!help me!save them!Help!God!Help!my child!Help! ...

Wesley scrolled down hard, only to find that the key words were swiped by "help" and "help me", especially because there are many foreign languages ​​mixed in, but the main idea is probably the same, as if countless voices overlapped and echoed in his mind, which made Wesley The scalp tingled for a while.

——What the hell happened outside?

On the busy and bustling streets of New York, more and more people stood still. Following the shocked gazes of others, they raised their heads and looked at the sky.