The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

Steve and the others were quickly recalled halfway through the flight, and did not specify what happened. Steve was worried that Angus would follow him, so he asked Angus to go back to X Academy first.

For Steve, it has gradually become a bit like Angus' safe-house.

After Angus returned to school, Charles asked him to stay in the academy and not go anywhere for the time being.

"Charles, why are you so nervous?" Angus, who was called to the principal's office, couldn't understand, "Steve said that the captured siren has been protected by S.H.I.E.L.D. explanation."

"It seems that things are under control."

Angus turned his seat, picked at the net-like covering of the handle next to him, with a careless expression.

I don't know if I disagree, but what am I thinking.

"I think it's useless for them to say anything now. Your detailed information is all over the world now. No matter how you explain it, it feels like trying to cover up." Charles handed him the typed article, "Whether this anonymous doctor is Who, he really understands you very deeply."

"It can be said that the exposure of the sirens is not a problem now, and this information is the key to the problem."

Angus casually flipped through a few pages, then raised his eyebrows: "He knows the Sirens quite well."

He himself didn't know that he was so 'useful'... the hay-like things that turned into hair after cutting can be ground into powder, which has a certain effect on promoting hair growth...

How did the research work out this effect...

"No matter who he is, I don't think his intentions towards the Sirens are friendly," Charles said without joking, "Didn't you see it?"

"See what?" Angus continued to look through it with great interest.

He had already seen the blood part, and felt like he was reading his own body report.

"He analyzed your hair from your hair to your cells, and called you a miracle, the wealth bestowed on mankind by God. It was never mentioned from the beginning to the end, siren, is a kind of intelligence, emotion, and belonging The race of its own mature social system," Charles pointed at the paper, "hasn't mentioned a single word."

Angus was thoughtful: "Yes...it's true that I haven't mentioned it."

"Since the first siren was exposed to the public eye, he was the first to propose a systematic theoretical study. I am not sure, the first official document, conveying the idea that this materialization of your existence will cause What effect." Charles' complexion was not very good, and he was obviously anxious, "In short, I don't feel good."

"Angus, maybe you should remind Steve." Charles said worriedly, "We really need to reverse the weird heat that is fermenting now as soon as possible."

Angus seemed to understand, and he didn't know how much he had heard.

"You, come with me." Charles rubbed his eyebrows and turned his wheelchair away.

Charles took him to the information collection room set up by Hank, which was a cramped room almost equipped with equipment capable of capturing full-band audio and video information.

"...Right now, we still don't know anything about mermaids. According to reliable sources, the credibility of the information is still under urgent verification. I believe that if the accuracy of the information is confirmed, we will get a copy that is more precious than oil deposits. biological resources—both ornamental and…”

Angus, who caught a few words, raised his eyebrows.

"Hank, is there any other news coming out now?"

Startled by their arrival, Hank hastily tidied up the table and turned off the external sound: "...Um, no, no, all the news has been suppressed. Except for all kinds of speculation and random nonsense Outside of the remarks, there is no concrete news right now."

"Someone suppressed the news, thanksGod." Hank turned around in the chair, swallowed, and didn't know what he was nervous about.

"Let Angus read the report." Charles motioned.

"Yes, yes, here." Hank began to rip the video.

Angus watched him fiddle with it for a while, and when he saw the blurry image, the corner of his mouth twitched: "Idiot."

"What?" Hank turned his head.

"It's nothing." Angus hadn't seen what the mysterious siren that successfully exposed their family looked like before, and now he recognized the solid siren tied by the fishing net at a glance. the next one.

"Do you know her? Do you know what she might be like?" Charles asked carefully.

Angus didn't know what his purpose was, so he shook his head honestly.

It's just one side, maybe he doesn't know as many people as Steve who is protecting the siren now.

"So - it seems that everyone knows what the siren is like now, is it useful?" Angus' expression didn't change.

"Yes, I basically know everything." Charles sighed, not getting what he wanted. "Mutants first, and then sirens. Maybe other races will be in the headlines tomorrow."

"If you're exposed, you'll be exposed." Angus didn't really feel much. "As far as your speed of discovery is concerned, you'll have to know sooner or later."

"I thought the reason why the sirens were in the deep sea was because they were repelled from the world. But you don't seem to care much?" Charles always thought that Angus's indifferent attitude was because he didn't understand what happened. Now it seems that he really is. that attitude.

"Yes, they are very repulsive. But it's like this now, isn't it?" Angus looked at the siren in the photo.

It has to be said that on land, he actually encountered a "huge" number of sirens who could talk to each other for a period of time, the giant with two tails.

Angus smacked his lips.

"Aren't you worried? The Siren is found, even if the Siren compatriots are weak, your life may be disturbed. You may face... um—" Hank put his hands on his lap and rubbed Rubbed, glanced at Charles, and did not continue.

As former mutants, they all know how human beings respond to different 'things', especially when anyone with a discerning eye can see the huge benefits hidden in the Sirens.

"Do you see any difference between me and humans now?" Angus looked down at him, "If you didn't know in advance, would you think I was a siren?"

"...No." Hank snorted.

"This—" Angus circled his fingers around the screen, "it's completely stupid."

"You know what it means to be complacent, don't you?" Angus shrugged and crossed his arms, "Maybe it's a good thing."

"Someone should knock on their pedantic heads, and stop huddling in the deep sea, holding that little bit of unexplained fear and intoxicating themselves."

"But they just can't, don't they? Even if they are stranded or die, they are not willing to give up those weird persistence." Angus sneered twice.

"Even in the long years before, they were willing to devote a little bit of attention to understanding everything about humans, their development, and everything about them. Be prepared, and this result will not happen." Angus looked away , the voice is faint.

What is the value of saving someone who has been rescued once by himself and has not yet learned how to behave, but is still caught?

Charles and Hank glanced at each other, and both looked at Angus.

Angus didn't understand, so he asked, "Why?"

"Angus, are you expecting this situation?" Charles asked on behalf of Hank.

"..." Angus rolled his tongue in his mouth, "No, I just feel that there is no need to be so nervous. Change is not a bad thing."

"At least what happened to me wasn't a bad thing."

"Angus—" Charles became curious for a moment, "I didn't know you still had this kind of thinking."

Angus... "After all, in your eyes, humanities and social sciences are just bad, right?"

"...That's because you still think Romeo and Juliet's death in love is ridiculous—" Charles twitched his lips.

"Isn't it?" Angus rolled his eyes.

"Forget it," Charles waved his hand, "So, now, as a former member of the Sirens, do you have any other ideas?"

"Nothing, just wait." Angus took out the article from his arms, "I'm curious about the general reaction of human beings, and I'm also curious, two of them were captured, Siren There's still no movement there."

Angus didn't smile kindly, even a little wickedly.

"Aren't they your kind?" Hank frowned slightly.

Mutants are now basically divided into three factions, who believe that slow infiltration can change the social status of mutants, the moderate faction led by Charles; and the moderate faction headed by Eric, who firmly oppose mutants and ordinary people and use force to survive radicals, and neutrals in the middle.

But even if the quarrel between mutants can write a thick book, it is indeed a default thing for mutants to help each other and stand on the same front when encountering danger.

"Believe me, if I help them, not only will they not thank me, but they will even find it very unacceptable to be with me." Angus threw the article away, his face subtly cold, "They won't Trust me."

Charles felt that Angus didn't look very good in the middle of the Sirens.

"To be honest, I've been among you for a long time, and I've even forgotten what sirens are." Angus bared his teeth, "Maybe I should thank that Ross."

Charles began to feel that he might have a preconceived impression of the siren caused by Angus.

"I thought the sirens were quite friendly." Hank hesitated.

Angus glanced at him: "Hank, is your mind still occupied by Ross? Do you remember what he did on your official first meeting?"

"what?"

"He wants to kill you, genius." Angus slapped him on the back of the head.

"Isn't that a self-protective reaction because of being too anxious about the environment in which you are?" Charles frowned.

"Charles, don't trust a siren casually. If you can't control it, then give yourself a knife to remind yourself." Angus said casually as a joke.

Charles raised his forehead: "...including you?"

"Me?" Angus showed a delicate expression, "...I wish you would be so vigilant against me, but I am different."

"I'm not as good as them."

"Is that confusing feeling?" Charles gestured.

"Probably." Angus hummed.

"Listen to me, if the sirens really choose to target humans again because of this incident," Angus bared his teeth, "then get ready for war."

"War, isn't it?" Hank couldn't believe it.

Charles' complexion changed a bit: "...Angus, are you sure?"

"Not sure, look at you and them." Angus smiled, "Charles, I'm starting to understand why you said studying history is useful."

"If there is a special word, I prefer 'fuse'." Angus winked his eyes.

"This is not a funny thing," Charles said seriously. "You never told Steve what you think?"

Angus smacked his lips and suppressed his weird emotions: "Charles, do you think humans and sirens have any common interests?"

"...Does living together on this planet count?"

"That's a contradiction, Charles." Angus raised the corners of his lips. "It's okay for you to live on land. However, you are not satisfied with land anymore, and you are asking for it from the sky and the ocean."

"What do you think of the sirens who make the ocean their home?"

"There is always a way to find a balance of coexistence." Charles slightly raised his voice, "We have lived in peace for a long time, haven't we?"

Angus hummed, and after a while, he said, "Whether it's Steve or you, we hope to create a world where all races can live in harmony. This idea, in my opinion, is very cute."

"So, I support you."

"However, this does not mean that I think the same as you."

"Do you want to know what I think?" Angus showed a rare expression, eager to try and strangely eager, as if looking forward to it, "Before peace, there are always blood and tears."

"History has a pattern. You have to experience pain before you know the importance of peace. The difference is whether the stop loss is before or after the greater loss."

"But generally you know cowardice when you understand the pain after loss."

"You are in danger now, Angus." Charles felt that Angus's emotions about the battle were a little too excited. He lowered his voice and frowned. "We can completely avoid war, if we handle it well."

Angus shrank his neck, as if he had calmed down: "Of course, there is still a possibility."

Charles moved his hand, wanting to say something else.

Hank answered the phone and interrupted their conversation: "Steve wants Angus to help translate and communicate."

"Well, I'll go right away." Angus greeted and left.

When walking through the corridor, Angus held his other hand in one hand, stood there for a while, showing a somewhat confused expression, then let go, and left.

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SHIELD headquarters.

Peggy rushed across the corridor and directly broke into Fury's office: "I heard we have important work?"

The document that Fury sorted out and printed was exactly the one that Angus saw just now.

"Yes, if you already know, then come with me." Fury got up to leave, and Peggy held the door slightly and followed behind him.

In the dark observation room, there was a loud sound of water from time to time, mixed with short and long calls.

Seeing the darkness in front of her, Peggy paused.

"You came?"

After getting used to the darkness a little, Peggy saw Howard already in the room: "Howard?"

"Yes, I'm one step ahead of you." He gave her a pair of night vision goggles. "Because of the captain's stinginess, this should be the first time we've really seen a complete Siren."

"Where's Steve?"

"Going to pick up Angus."

Putting on the night vision goggles, Peggy saw the indoor scene clearly, and immediately attracted all her attention to the most eye-catching things in the room.

"She... is a woman." Peggy smiled and murmured.

"Yes." Howard poked his waist, and there was excitement and appreciation in his voice.

The silver-tailed mermaid swam in the improvised huge water tank that tried its best to simulate the ocean environment, making one cry after another.

That kind of cry seems to have crossed the eardrum and directly hit the nerves of the person. Listening to it, I can only feel that the cells in my body are trembling.

It's a bit sour, and it's not comfortable to listen to for a long time.

But that can't compare to the huge attraction brought by the complete Siren in front of him.

"Her tail is silver." Peggy admired, looking at the siren inside.

"Yes." Howard grinned, "She's so beautiful."

"Indeed." The voice came from Fu Rui, causing the two people who were immersed in it to cast their eyes in surprise.

"Hey—mermaids are the dream of all human beings." Fury didn't know why he suddenly agreed, and made a very cold joke with the semi-retired superiors above his head.

"Why is it arranged like this here?" Peggy returned to her senses.

"She doesn't like light." Howard sniffed. "To prevent her from hurting herself, we used tranquilizers to keep her quiet."

"I asked the captain to let Angus come here quickly, but the captain didn't know why he was hesitating. After the siren stabilized, he agreed to let Angus come."

Because the silver-tailed siren has been in a very disturbed state since it was directly transferred by the agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., except for Howard, Peggy, and the person in charge, Fury, who are in charge of all equipment support, no one in this room has been emptied.

I don't know if it's because of the lack of people, but the silver-tailed siren that always hid itself in the corner swam out and was floating by the glass, seeming to be looking at them.

"Do you think we should talk to her first?" Howard whispered to Peggy.

"Maybe." Peggy hesitated for a while.

"No, without excluding any danger, I don't recommend that we get too close." Fury was very calm.

"Look at her, what danger can there be?" Howard was gearing up.

"Speaking of which, why not just put her back into the sea." Peggy turned to look at Fury as if she suddenly remembered something.

Fury paused strangely, and then calmly said: "She has been exposed under everyone's noses. Before I'm not sure whether she can return to the sea safely, I think we have a responsibility to protect him."

"You just want to see what a siren looks like with your own eyes, don't you?" Howard understood very well, "I understand you."

"..." Fury rarely vetoed, "But, the main reason is that we also want to find clues about Hydra from her."

The silver-tailed siren made a series of melodious sounds, and Howard took a deep breath: "I think she is calling us, don't we really want to communicate with her?"

Peggy has been hesitating: "...At least, give her a dress or something."

Fury also hesitated.

The sound continued, and the silver-tailed siren's eyes were light black, close to dark gray, very special.

"I think she wants to talk to us," Howard had already moved over there, "she looks like she needs someone to take care of."

Peggy looked into those eyes, feeling weak.

Fury frowned and glanced at his watch: "It's been 2 minutes."

After Steve took Angus through multiple inspections, what he saw was Howard who was about to take off his clothes and go into the water, and Peggy who was smiling and looking at the silver-tailed siren, and standing aside with soft eyes To Fury, who makes people feel goosebumps have to stand up collectively.

Angus wowed: "They still know how to use insulating glass..."

Steve watched this scene in disbelief: "What happened?"

"Howard?!" He called to Howard, who was crawling towards the water tank with only a pair of underwear left, "What are you going to do!?"

The gently flapping tail of the silver-tailed siren slammed into the glass after seeing Angus, and the soft and bewildering voice suddenly became sharp and harsh.

"You should stop him." Angus poked Steve next to him.

Steve didn't know why, so he quickly went over and grabbed Howard.

Paige hissed and covered her ears.

Fury's face started to get darker, Howard glanced at his underpants: "...myGod——"

"She's hungry." Angus approached and glanced at Howard. "You should be lucky."

Howard didn't want to understand the hidden meaning behind this at all. He quickly pulled up his pants and started buttoning his shirt: "what the hell!"

He looked at the silver-tailed siren in the water tank, which had started to become violent for no reason, with lingering fear in his eyes.

Angus knocked on the glass: "Be quiet."

"It's you!! It was you and humans who designed me!" The silver-tailed siren completely opened its ear fins and confronted Angus with its teeth bared. That ferocious appearance was no longer the feeling of an 'authentic' mermaid just now.

"As long as you are like this, I still need my design, and I can crush you to death with one hand." Angus rolled his eyes.

"Shall we get her something to eat?" Steve asked.

Angus glanced at her: "Want to eat?"

The clamoring movements of the silver-tailed siren paused, and Angus turned his head: "Yes, a lot of fish."

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