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

Regarding the alternative 'problem' student - Angus, the parent Steve and the principal Charles had another air talk, by phone.

After figuring out what happened, both parties expressed their understanding and apologies to each other.

"So, he just threw that at me?" Hank's mouth twitched.

"It seems so," Charles looked at Hank's face, and couldn't help but bend his lips halfway, "but, we finally have a way to scientifically understand the race of sirens, don't we?"

"Should be a good thing."

"No, I, I can't...study her." Hank shook his head subconsciously, with some resistance, "That--that's too weird."

"She, he, he doesn't have consciousness." Charles changed his words in time, trying to maintain a businesslike expression.

"That's why it's so weird! If she's conscious, at least I can ask her permission!" Hank's eyes widened, and he completely saw through the slightest intention to watch the scene under Charles' serious face.

Speaking of which, he was just an outfitter, when did all the miscellaneous things, like this, fall into his hands?

"OK, Hank, listen to me. According to Angus's description, it's just a pile of meat in the shape of a siren. You can completely regard him as a model with 90.00% accuracy.

And, don't look at 'he' has breasts, but he is really a male fish. "Charles felt that no matter how much he strengthened his tone, the words themselves still sounded like a joke.

Well, this whole thing feels like a maliciously twisted joke.

"—it's not fun, Charles."

"Hank, if Angus handles it by himself, he will throw her, him, into the sea to feed the fish." Charles decided to increase the violence.

"..."

"You know Angus, he does what he says."

Hank exhaled slowly, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"Think of him as a patient who needs our help, like a vegetable. Maybe we can understand why he has consciousness, in case you wake him up one day." Charles patted Hank on the shoulder.

Hank's whole body showed a kind of emotion like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board: "I can only say my best, don't hold out too much hope."

"I believe in you, Hank, you've been the best." Charles expressed his full support.

"I'm not your student."

"But I'm your sponsor, let me know what's missing, and I'll be ready." Charles finally couldn't help showing a complete smile.

"Clothes." Hank glanced at the fish on the ground, "and a helper who can help me dress him."

"OK, I'll go find Ruiwen."

"Professor, you said he was a male fish, why don't you just come by yourself?" Hank said quietly.

"Hank, this question is the same as transgender women using the men's bathroom. Sometimes it's more polite to respect appearances than to face facts."

Hank... "Great, you are the professor, you have the final say."

"Come on." Charles slowly turned his wheelchair and left.

Hank was left alone in the laboratory looking at the siren thrown on the ground. He stood for a while, sighed in compromise, took off his white lab coat, covered him with his head on, and hugged the fish. Get up and put on the chair.

"I'm sorry—" Pushing his glasses, Hank couldn't help whispering.

Steve, who hung up the phone on the other side, looked at Angus who went to the kitchen to prepare a 'snack' for himself and was ready to go out, listening to the humming sound of the mixer.

Hmm——Actually, great progress has been made during this period. Angus can do a lot of things by himself.

I can't tell whether it's a relief or a pity, but it's actually quite nice to watch him lazily wait for me to get everything ready after he has been busy.

Then Steve saw that Angus skillfully tightened the water bottle, and put it in his hat with one hand.

I only once, really only once. For convenience, I put something in his hat, so it became a habit.

The bag prepared for him was never used once.

Although it's not too strange, sometimes when I look at Angus, I feel that I am under a lot of pressure to be a role model to be copied.

Well, a pot of fruit juice, a pot of seasoned fish foam for belly pads, earphones hanging around the neck, a mask temporarily placed on the chin, and now there is a ball in the pocket that looks like a sugar box, but is actually a substitute for fish scales.

Wear thick-soled shoes so that you can walk for a longer time, and long-sleeved trousers can block the sun.

Angus is really getting more and more mature, Steve thought so.

"team leader--!"

Natasha turned around and saw Steve staring at Angus who was turning around in a daze, and was speechless immediately.

"Um, sorry." Steve quickly came back to his senses, left the shelf he didn't know when he was leaning on, and walked over, "Where did they talk?"

"Steve, I'm going out." Angus was about to go to the forest where Merlin stayed before, and halfway through his strength brewing, he paused, pondered for a while, and shouted.

"Okay." Steve looked up immediately, "—be careful."

"Oh."

This is the first time to report in advance, and Steve smiled, looking quite full of everything.

Natasha... It's over, the captain is abolished.

"You are really Papa, aren't you?" Natasha couldn't help but said.

"No—I'm not." Steve denies immediately, turning away. "Now, focus."

Natasha rolled her eyes, and Steve coughed.

The meeting lasted about four hours, which was very long.Although the more specific arrangements were not elaborated, they made a very detailed and long-term plan for this new drug.

"That's not right." After listening intently, Steve looked at some key points recorded by Natasha, maybe they listened more seriously than those present.

"Yes——" Natasha put down her pen and looked at her record, "Although the delay in the release is expected, the rest is a bit different from what we expected——"

Steve originally predicted that they should reduce the number of products on the shelves due to the loss of raw materials to prolong the time to consider countermeasures, and may even sell at a high price and limit the number of people who can buy in order to use the only inventory and maintain sufficient profits.

However, judging from the theme of the meeting, they did not intend to abandon the previous route of parity and high sales, and even planned to implement this principle to the end.

Even though the time has been delayed, the total number of products that are expected to be put on the market has almost tripled.

"It seems that the only news that is beneficial to us is that their launch time has been delayed by about a week." Natasha smacked her lips, "It's really ambitious."

"He's acting like there's nothing wrong with the line." Steve frowned slightly.

"It's as if they have enough inventory, and they're even producing non-stop. What's more, the production can be further expanded." Natasha added his inference.

"First launched in New York, the price is one-third of their original price, but the input is very large. After the nationwide launch, the original price will be restored, and a part of the price will be raised according to different regions, as a regional protection for the base camp. .”

"After the global launch, follow this rule for your own country."

Natasha twirled her pen: "This guy really knows how to manipulate the minds of those in power, making money and earning fame."

"New factories, rising employment rates, new patrons, and considerable income." Natasha tapped her finger on the table, "Even, our current external performance of our goals is all presented as an ideal person .”

"If the drug is really so miraculous, he will have a large group of supporters without accident, and it may become more difficult."

"'I hope the miracle belongs to everyone—'" Natasha curled her lips and repeated the reason that the person used to reject the price increase proposed by the rest of the directors. Using great discoveries to obtain high profits is just to benefit more people."

"They still have sirens." Steve stood up straight, frowning even tighter.

"And I'm worried about another thing now, our target, maybe it's really just a good guy with a lot of money." Steve took a deep breath, "If that's the case—it's better than him being a Bad guys or schemers, it's harder to deal with."

"Because we can't just punch him in the face."

"Good people who firmly believe that they have lofty ideals and do heinous things are sometimes more difficult to deal with than pure bad guys." Steve was speechless.

"They have more sirens, I can understand, but...our target, a good guy?" Natasha raised her eyebrows, "He is planning to poison countless people, and we should be grateful to Dade—"

"If he doesn't know." Steve turned his head slightly to look at Natasha.

"Even if he doesn't know, he built the factory just to cut the flesh from that siren!" Natasha looked disbelieving, "I thought you would be more difficult to accept than me."

"Natasha, Angus is special, but—not long ago, I was just the food he thought would be delicious." Steve felt that Natasha's emotional bias was quite big.

"... Sirens really can eat people, but they don't like it very much." Steve stroked his eyebrows.

"And, don't forget." Steve emphasized, "The siren doesn't even have much compatriot love, and Angus can directly say the words of throwing the unconscious siren into the sea to feed the fish—"

"So the possibility that our goal is being used by the sirens who want to take revenge on humans cannot be ruled out." Steve tapped the table, "I thought you had already sensed something was wrong."

"I don't know." Natasha shrugged. "It's just an intuition. This person——makes me very uncomfortable."

"Yes, he made me very uncomfortable too." Steve rubbed his nose.

Whether it was the brief contact at the New Year party, or the speech at the press conference later, or even at the meeting they watched, their goals always seemed to be immersed in a subtle attachment.

He keeps saying that he wants to bring miracles to the world, so that everyone can have miracles, as if he regards himself as a missionary and bears a great destiny.

Can't really tell if it's good or bad.

Natasha's intuition made her feel that this person was not trustworthy, and Steve's intuition only told him that this matter might be more difficult than imagined.

Regardless of whether there is a black hand behind this incident or not, the more they understand the seemingly innocuous target in front of them, the more troublesome they will feel.

"Anyway," Steve waved away his uneasiness, "we're going to continue to reach out to this person, and this time we need faces other than ours."

"Leave this to me. I just figured out how to give Fury an explanation. Believe me, he will be willing to give us more helpers for free." Natasha raised the corners of her lips slightly.

"There seem to be more and more lies in my life." Steve hissed. "It doesn't feel good."

"Captain, this is called strategy."

"...OK."

"Then the rest of the work is mine and Bucky's." Steve went to get a map of New York City and drew a few circles on it, "These are the only factories they have on the surface, but after the last , I don’t think he’s not prepared to come back.”

"It would be great if Angus could sense the existence of the other sirens. However, judging from the situation of the sirens I rescued, Angus may not be able to accurately determine the location of the other sirens."

"Locating their factory and finding all the sirens they have is a somewhat difficult task." Steve looked at the map, "We need more information."

"There will be." Natasha smiled, "Don't underestimate the intelligence gathering capabilities of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Captain, you are from 30 years ago."

"...Okay, then please."

"So, the task at hand now is to contact the pharmacist. If we can stop it from the source, it is the best policy. If not, we probably have to deal with it roughly, whether it is the siren, or the goods in their warehouse or in transit. gone."

"There must be absolutely no drug left behind."

Natasha glanced at Steve, tapped the pen on the table, but finally did not express her concerns.

When all preparations are still unknown, taking action at such an opportunity should not fall into the most difficult situation.

A certain country, Hydra base.

The young man with his hands behind his back looked at the two-meter-high dark blue jar in front of him, which contained a siren with a dark red and black fish tail.

His eyes were tightly closed, his arms were spread out, and he was placed in the water. Several needles and thin tubes were pierced inside the inner sides of his elbows, and bright red blood slowly flowed inside.

The big fish tail fell vertically, and the scales were glowing with a dull light, showing a few traces of gray.

In the center of his neck, at the position of the throat, a short cylindrical black metal object is embedded, and a hose is connected to the outside. It is not clear what kind of structure is embedded inside.

The exposed part has been slowly rotating, and then the bright red blood will flow into a certain huge device along the connected catheter and the various pipes extending in different directions from the blue tank.

The device is divided into grids, each grid has a label, and the number can reach thousands.

And from the middle of the caudal fin from bottom to top to the root of the nape of the neck, there are four long columnar metal tubes connected to his body along his spine.The shape of the metal tube at the tailbone is the strangest, following the extended curve, it seems to be deeply inserted into the center of the spine.

Thick scarlet blood slips out of the catheter periodically at a certain frequency, and flows into a separate liquid collection tank. Whenever this happens, as if being crucified on a cross, the siren, which cannot move easily, will feel slight pain all over its body. The vibration of the throat, and the speed of the device at the throat will increase.

It went round and round like this, his eyes never opened, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"You look so beautiful." The young man admired.

In the same space, under the faint blue light, no one responded to the busy researchers and experimenters.

The young man turned around, and beside the blue jar, there were a large number of smaller green jars lined up, all of which were red-haired and red-tailed sirens. At first glance, they all had the same face.

The ratio of obvious female characteristics to male characteristics is about 1:10.

"How much did the female sell?"

"10."

"Well, a little more than expected."

"how much is it?"

"20 billion."

"This is more than expected, no one can refuse a mermaid, right?" The young man showed a strange smile.

"What about the survival rate?"

"0.6 percent...still working on it."

"Then work harder!" The young man's face turned cold.

"Yes."

The young man left quickly, and the eyelids of the drooping siren in the blue jar moved slightly, revealing the cold and faint jade-like deep green luster inside, which disappeared in a flash.