The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"If you had really kidnapped Tony Stark and brought him back to me, I wouldn't say anything."

The middle-aged man walked back to his desk, picked up the cup on the desk, took a sip of water, and then suddenly threw the cup at George, but unfortunately, he missed and hit the door frame behind George.

"But you failed! You lost five combatants, two well-trained pilots, and two 'Coconut Crab' mechs. These are nothing, do you know what the most important thing is?"

George remained silent, just bowing his head to be scolded, but this submissive appearance made the middle-aged man even more angry.

"It's that the customers know about the terrible performance of our A.I.M scientific research results!" The middle-aged man slammed the table hard. "Even if Howard Stark dismantled our mechs, it wouldn't be this bad, but an unknown nobody who popped out of nowhere can easily solve our products. How are we going to get scientific research funding in the future! Have you ever thought about it!"

Looking at the silent George, the middle-aged man snorted coldly, returned to his desk, took out a document from the drawer, and threw it at George's feet.

"I'm a person who cherishes talent, George, otherwise I wouldn't have tolerated your many failures. I'm giving you one last chance to assist in the development of our latest plan."

Hearing this, George bent down and picked up the document on the ground, but didn't dare to look at it, just holding it in his hand, but he still saw the title of the document.

《M.O.D.O.C》

A string of letter abbreviations, no matter how smart George was, it was impossible to guess the specific meaning of a string of abbreviations without prompting. He could only patiently listen to his leader's nagging, and then take a good look at it after leaving.

The middle-aged man reprimanded George for another five minutes before letting him go, waving his hand to let him get out of here, so as not to be an eyesore to him.

George respectfully saluted before turning to leave, but before his hand could grasp the doorknob, a knock on the door rang out.

"Come in," the middle-aged man said loudly.

"Click."

The door opened from the outside, and a young researcher walked in, holding several documents in his hand. He was about to speak when he saw George standing aside, and immediately closed his mouth.

Seeing this, George tactfully gave way, and walked out of the room after the researcher walked in, closing the door behind him when he left.

"What's the matter?" the middle-aged man asked.

"No, it's nothing, sir." The researcher shook his head, took two quick steps to hand the documents to the middle-aged man for inspection, and only asked after the other party's tightly frowned brows relaxed.

"Was George holding the 《M.O.D.O.C》 plan just now?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man put down the documents he had finished checking. "George, ha! I thought he was a talent at first, but I was wrong. Those who can't create value are mediocre. Since he has already made the organization pay so much, it's time for him to repay the organization."

"I heard that the success rate of 《M.O.D.O.C》 is not high, aren't you afraid of his failure?" the researcher asked.

"If he fails, it proves that he is just garbage, just throw it in the trash can." The middle-aged man's expression was calm, as if he was not discussing a person's life, but a piece of household waste.

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"Uncle Happy! Uncle Happy!"

Yang Le straightened up and saw Li Qianhuan running towards him. Her loud and boisterous appearance reminded him of his niece in his original world, but Yang Le's niece was only seven years old, while Qianhuan was now sixteen years old.

"What's wrong, Qianhuan?" Yang Le reached out and picked a few strawberries, handing them to Li Qianhuan, who was panting in front of him.

After living with the mutants for several months, Yang Le, in addition to the crops used as staple food or side dishes, the development of fruits is also remarkable. It has developed from the initial apple trees to the current strawberries, bananas, oranges and other fruits.

He even cultivated coffee trees and cocoa trees, which means that the mutants can drink mellow coffee and eat sweet chocolate, and the standard of living has been improved again.

The successful cultivation of these things has led to Yang Le's popularity on the island rising sharply, second only to Magneto, who is the principal and leader.

"Oh, thank you." Qianhuan took the strawberries Yang Le handed her. Although there were only three, each one was plump and looked as big as a goose egg, and they were red and very tempting.

Because these were all cultivated by Yang Le using his abilities, there was no need to use pesticides at all. Qianhuan just wiped off the floating soil on them and took a bite. The juice burst open instantly, filling her mouth.

"Wow! So sweet!" Qianhuan showed a happy smile. If she could eat fruits and vegetables of this quality every day, then being a mutant wouldn't be so bad.

When Qianhuan first learned that she was a mutant, she was desperate. In this information age, everyone knows how mutants will be treated. In order not to die in the hands of others, Qianhuan cheered up and secretly came to New York City, and boarded the Mutant Island with Scott's help.

At first, Qianhuan was very uncomfortable with this life of not having enough to eat and wear, but after Qin's enlightenment, she also saw it, and re-bloomed her smile, but it was just a forced smile. Fortunately, there were friends of the same age supporting each other, otherwise she might have collapsed long ago.

It was not until Yang Le came to the island that the material life was finally satisfied that Qianhuan was truly happy, after all, people take food as their heaven, how can they be happy if they can't even eat enough?

"Seeing you so anxious, is there anything wrong, Qianhuan?" Yang Le asked after the girl finished eating a strawberry.

After asking, Yang Le was a little dazed. He always felt that he had seen this scene before. It seemed that when he was a child and went back to the countryside, his grandfather also picked cucumbers from the ground for him to eat.

"It's the principal and the others who asked me to call you." Qianhuan swallowed the pulp in her mouth, and the slightly red juice slid down from the corner of her mouth. Yang Le wiped the juice from the corner of Qianhuan's mouth with his hand with the mood of taking care of his granddaughter, which made Qianhuan blush.

"In, in short!" Qianhuan put the strawberry in her pocket, went behind Yang Le and pushed him shyly. "You should go to the cafeteria to see, so that John always says that I only know how to eat and don't do anything. Next time, they shouldn't let me call you, and then it will be Kurt's turn!"

"Okay, okay." Yang Le nodded kindly, letting Qianhuan push him. If Yang Le wanted to, the weak Qianhuan would not be able to push the Swampfire that could compete with Spider-Man.

In order to save time, Yang Le drilled into the soil. Although Swampfire is not known for its speed, the speed of traveling in the soil is actually not slow, probably comparable to an ordinary car.

A few minutes later, Yang Le stopped in front of the village cafeteria, grew out like a sprouting sapling, and politely knocked on the door before reaching out to push the door.