Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

When the forward group was about to reach Lieutenant General Ross's headquarters, they turned around and left again, completely ignoring the stunned eyes of the sentry at the door.

Under the leadership of Worthington II himself, the group walked up to the core testing area on the third floor; the little boy Jimmy is the key to the mutant genetic medicine, and his ward—or cell—is also arranged in the testing area.

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In front of the ward is a long corridor; the buildings here basically retain the ancient and outdated structure of Alcatraz's time as a prison. On one side of the corridor are windows facing the sea, and on the other side is a laboratory transformed from the original prison office.

Of course, this also includes the living area.

Although it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, under the sea in the west, there was still a bright glow in the sky. The faint glow came in from the window, painting the corridor with a fiery red color.

A phone ring suddenly rang on Worthington II. The old white man picked up the phone apologetically, and originally hung up out of politeness when meeting guests, but after glancing at the screen, his expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly answered the phone.

stand up.

"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.

Qianqian and Worthington II looked back and saw that the entourage who had been following them rushed to the window to look out. From time to time, they heard someone exclaiming "God", "That's an angel" and the like.

Discourse.

He walked forward curiously to the window and looked in the direction of everyone's gaze. He saw a figure soaring in the sky. The originally white wings on the man's back were covered with a layer of sacred gold under the reflection of the glow.

Yellow light.

Among the people looking in front of the window, many people were already making signs of the cross on their chests. Amidst the exclamations of "God" and "Angel", the figures in the sky flew farther and farther against the glow.

He withdrew his gaze forward and turned to look at Worthington II who was also lost in thought in front of the window.

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

Worthington II suddenly came back to his senses and forced an awkward smile: "I think so, I don't know, little Warren..." When he said this, he suddenly remembered the phone in his hand and raised his hand like lightning.

Get up and put it to your ear.

"Doctor, I saw it, everyone saw it. What happened to little Warren? Didn't you give him medicine?" Worthington II asked the other side of the phone in a rapid-fire manner.

"He ran away, why did he... God, what on earth did you do?"

Looking forward, he looked at Worthington II who was clearly incoherent, and he roughly understood what was going on.

"A free soul is unwilling to accept the shackles of others, unwilling to follow the path arranged by his fathers, and calmly accepts the gift of fate." He recited an aria-like sentence before turning and walking towards Jimmy's ward.

Worthington II was confused and had to hang up the phone quickly and chased after him in three steps and then two steps.

"James, I'm really sorry for letting you see such a thing; little Warren kid..." Worthington II stammered, fearing that the commotion caused by his son would have a negative impact on his forward investment intentions.

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How could Qianqian care about such a thing? He smiled and said: "The restlessness of adolescence is understandable. We have all gone through that period."

Worthington II smiled awkwardly. It is true that everyone has experienced adolescence, but the age difference between Xiang Xiang and Warren is only five or six years. This kind of calm disregard of the age difference makes talking about little Warren impossible.

Isn’t it a bit weird to want to talk about the attitude of your juniors?

Opening the door of Jimmy's ward, you will see a simple and plain room decorated in white. A thin figure is standing at the head of the bed, looking out of the small window on the wall directly above the head of the bed.

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

He glanced forward and outside the small window. From his perspective, he could only see the towering pillars of the Golden Gate Bridge and the sunset that had completely dimmed on the horizon - but he had already guessed what the little boy was looking at just now.

Already.

"Did you see the figure flying away?" Qiang Qian asked gently.

Jimmy seemed to have a serious introversion problem. He hesitated and hesitated for a long time before nodding slightly.

"Are you envious?" Xiang Qian asked, "Do you hope you can be like him?"

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

"No!" Xiang Qian broke the child's illusion without hesitation; the cold undertone hidden in his gentle smile made even Worthington II look at him with suspicion.

The light in Jimmy's eyes quickly dimmed.

"Jimmy, you have been here for a long time. You should understand the problem with yourself, right?" Qiang Xiang said, "The characteristics of you prevent you from enjoying freedom like ordinary people."

Jimmy nodded, not sure if it was infected by Qian Qian's gentle smile, but he was willing to speak: "My parents said I was sick."

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

Jimmy still stood upright on the bedside: "Mr. Minister also said that."

"Minister?" He frowned forward.

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

"Oh..." Xiang Qian suddenly said, "Beast."

"Does he look like the Smurfs in the cartoon, and his face is full of..." Xiang Xiang deliberately didn't say anything, but made a "big hairy" image around his face with his hands.

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Jimmy couldn't help laughing for the first time.

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

Jimmy shook his head.

"Yes, some things are not easy to say." He walked slowly forward towards Jimmy, "Many mutants regard you as the savior to relieve their pain - although they do not know your existence; but some people regard you as the savior to relieve their pain.

You regard it as a scourge that threatens the survival of mutants."

How could Jimmy, a child who had been locked up in a ward for many years, have any mental capacity? Hearing Xiang Qiang's words, he was so frightened that his whole body froze, and he stood numbly at the head of the bed, forgetting to get down.

Not to mention Jimmy, Worthington II, the only person who accompanied him into the ward, was very anxious.

Worthington Company has been using Jimmy to develop mutant genetic medicine for a long time. Although it has actually restricted Jimmy's freedom, it has always carefully paid attention to Jimmy's mental health. Who would have thought that whenever they met Qiang Qiang, they would repeatedly stimulate the child's emotions.

This is our wealth code and the only source of mutant genetic medicine. What if the stimulation is too much and something happens? Worthington II wanted to interrupt, but he was afraid of irritating and moved forward, and his heart was spinning in circles.

He walked forward to the window and looked up at Jimmy, who was standing tall.

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

Jimmy shook his head numbly, and after a long time he muttered: "I don't want to choose."

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

Jimmy's helpless eyes darted back and forth between Forward and Worthington II.

"Why me? Maybe like Mr. Worthington said, this is a curse. I want to get rid of it!" Jimmy's emotions gradually became excited; the consequences of repeated stimulation finally showed.