Chapter 480: decadent motherland
"I didn't expect you to come to see me, Dr. Wagbaum? How long have we not seen each other? After coming out of the lab? Or after the last Walter Faith Fair, so nostalgic."
S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, the underground secret prison, through the transparent glass, the motherland in ordinary clothes, looked at a gray-haired old man standing outside, and said in a low voice.
"Hey John, long time no see. Didn't expect our reunion would be on such an occasion."
Dr. Wogbaum looked at the thin, lost motherland who used to be high-spirited, and said with emotion.
"Yeah, it's been a long time, and no one has ever called me John again. Doctor, you look good."
Faced with this doctor who grew up in the laboratory, the people of the motherland can also be said to be the guardian in name, and their tone became vicissitudes.
The doctor nodded slowly, "Yes, I'm retired, and I'm going to live with my daughter after retiring from Walter. Having a group of shepherd dogs, I have to keep an eye on the distance between them, because I can't have **** with my subjects. Too deep feelings."
The expression of the native changed slightly. He turned his face with his hands behind his back, trying not to let the doctor see his expression, "It looks good, retirement is indeed suitable for you."
The doctor put down his walking stick and sat in the chair outside, "If I had to choose between this life and spending 80 hours a week in the lab, I would still choose the lab, no doubt about it."
He was a little old, and he was a little out of breath when he spoke, and he gasped for a while.
The natives sorted out their emotions, turned their heads, and looked at the only "relative" who grew up in the laboratory. "You...still have contact with those colleagues of Walter?"
"Some do, some don't. Let's talk about you, John."
The doctor turned the topic to the motherland.
"Me? I'm fine, Doctor, better than ever. You don't think I'm being held here because I can't get out. The truth is, I don't want to go out myself, and I can get out of here in an instant if I want to."
The people of the motherland said that they wanted to stay here, not to be imprisoned here.
"I know."
The doctor took a few pills from his pocket tremblingly, put them in his mouth, drank it with mineral water, and swallowed them all at once.
"Sorry, asthma has always bothered me, and I have to take medicine on time. Medicine is a great achievement in the field of biology and chemistry after the rapid advancement of technology. It has saved countless people, but it has also made countless people dependent on it. ."
The doctor changed the subject and turned to the motherland, "Just like you, John. You were a perfect test subject, but you have become dependent on those so-called No. 5 compounds, you should not have to do this... "
The Doctor's expression was rather regretful.
The people of the motherland showed a smile that was not a smile, it seemed to be pain, but also seemed to be laughing.
"No one can control me, let alone those drugs."
"Do you know dominoes?"
The natives took a chair in the room and sat down, "Only the first dominoes need to fall, and the rest will fall continuously, without stopping or regretting. This is just like my life, From the first thing that got out of hand, everything started to slide into the unknown and destruction. Compound 5 would give me more power and a drug-like addiction, but it's not that I can't live without it."
"Doctor, I'm just not sure how I'm going to survive after I get out of here? I've tried everything, but I've failed. This society, all those short and stupid humans have abandoned me!"
When the motherland said the last, the blue veins on the forehead burst out.
My life is over, so what's the point of going out?
"You killed Madeleine, and many more civilians, kidnapped the President of the United States... You did it all, no one forced you, John, to choose your own path."
The doctor looked at the grim-faced native of the motherland with a calm expression.
"Choose your own? No, you never understand me, the people always criticize me! What did I do? I spent more than 60 million US dollars to shoot national anti-terrorism propaganda and conduct anti-terrorism exercises in primary and secondary schools across the United States. A mess in the Middle East , those people that the Ministry of Defense can't get rid of, I will solve it myself. I participate in the 'Christ Mantle', speak to thousands of people, listen to their prayers. But what in return?"
The native of the motherland gritted his back molars and returned to the grim expression of the past.
"Me and Batman, who are the terrorists? What I do is fight the super villains, why am I wrongly defined. They even asked me to quit the Super Seven. That's what I put together. Team, and they want to fire me, isn't that the most ridiculous thing?"
"John."
After listening to the venting of the motherland, the doctor was silent for a while, and said: "They are just afraid of you. Because what you are doing is gradually surpassing the bottom line of people's cognition, they like superheroes and idolize them, but they don't want to. This kind of idol can affect their lives. People can tolerate you being on top, but they can't tolerate you hurting a dog with a heat sight on the street. You terrify them! Also, you become terrifying to me.... ..”
"Is that so? That's why you came here to talk to me? Do you want me to change my mind, or do you want me to say sorry to Madeleine or the civilians who went?"
The natives grinned and looked at Dr.
"Neither, actually I'm here to tell you one thing."
The doctor looked at the natives and said slowly: "Nine years ago, Madeleine Stillwell called me with a very interesting challenge. Rebecca Butcher because of an unprecedented challenge. Medical condition went to her."
"Rebecca Butcher?"
When the natives heard the name, they were slightly stunned.
"Don't you remember? The woman who worked for Walter Company nine years ago and was the manager of your Internet image, your social account is all managed by her team."
The doctor gave some hints to the motherlandIt was she..."
The people of the motherland thought of this woman, who he had slept with before, but disappeared later.
"Yes, Rebecca Butcher, she is pregnant with your child in her belly."
The doctor slowly told a story.
A confused and dazed look appeared on the faces of the natives, "Pregnant? Wait..."
He gave the Doctor an incredulous look, "I thought I couldn't..."
He thought he was infertile.
"I thought the same thing, obviously, nature is very tenacious, the fetus is growing very fast, beyond the natural rate. We told her we would let her give birth in a safe place, but she had to sign a non-disclosure agreement, Don't tell anyone. Not even her husband, imagine what a scandal that could be!"