It is better to be a lion for one day than to be a sheep for a hundred years - Italian motto
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"A letter of appointment?"
Edward frowned slightly and looked at what was written on the document. He didn't answer immediately, but he didn't refuse immediately either. He just thought about it in his heart.
"This world has overturned your previous understanding."
The black man held the briefcase and looked at Edward quietly, looking at the blue sky outside, and said with deep eyes: "It can be said that your 32 years of experience will only occupy a very small position in the world you will enter in the future.
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"A world of superpowers?" Edward smiled, put down the document in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Are there many superpowers?"
The black man nodded, then shook his head: "Superpowers are not just individuals with superpowers. There are also humans transformed by high-tech assistance and biochemical technology." He paused and looked at Edward: "The evolution of individual human beings has not yet happened.
So powerful that there are many.”
"Are all my brothers dead?"
Edward suddenly interrupted. He looked straight into the black man's eyes. Instead of continuing the topic, he asked about his brothers. His voice trembled slightly: "Don't tell me you don't know."
"All died." The black man nodded, without any concealment, because this was not something that could be concealed: "The missile is powerful enough to kill any life in the apartment. Your survival is already our protection and your own recovery ability.
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Edward was silent, sitting down on the bed, staring at the ground in a daze, with a complex look on his face: "They are all children sponsored by me..." After a while, he raised his head and looked at the black man, with tears shining in his eyes.
Guang: "A group of poor orphans who missed the good time of studying can only follow me and hang out in the gang..."
"It is their choice, Mr. Edward."
The black man was slightly silent. Of course he knew Edward's life and what was hidden in it. He lowered his head slightly, as if he was ashamed and blaming himself: "We also have a certain responsibility for this accident."
"No, it's not."
Edward raised his head, and his handsome and handsome face was already full of tears: "I have been mentally prepared for this road. There is no end to this road." He buried his head and cried softly: "I should not have let them join in."
The black man didn't speak, he just stood upright and bowed his head slightly to show his respect.
"They can be bricklayers, they can be small shop owners..." Edward thought a lot, the twenty years of hard work in his previous life, and the tragic experiences of his childhood in this life: "They can even be down-and-out farmers, annoying drunkards, but it is absolutely impossible.
He is a nasty gang member whose life is in danger at any time!"
His voice gradually became louder and sharper: "I want to say I'm sorry! But who can live if they die?" Tears were already streaming down his face, and sadness surrounded him.
"You are a good man, a real angel." Looking at Edward's sad look, the black man said softly: "May God bless you." His voice was gentle, although cold, but there was an indescribable feeling in it.
Sentiment: "Your good deeds will surely rise to the sky and shine on the earth."
"An act of kindness?"
Edward tried to calm himself down. He wiped the tears on his face, feeling a little ridiculous but indescribably sad: "I try hard to be a bad guy, but I always involuntarily become a good person..."
"Because in your heart, you really want to be a good person."
The black man sighed with emotion, with a hint of admiration on his plain face: "Studying your life, your experiences in childhood made us think that you will become a psychological distortion." He paused, looking very incredible: "But
Even if you become a gang leader, most of the money you earn will be given to orphanages, adopting orphans and supporting poor students."
Edward looked down at the letter of appointment and the biographical document, with a smile on his face. Because if it weren't for the old man in his previous life, I'm afraid he would have become a pervert with a twisted heart.
"Child, you have to be a good person." The old man's words can be said to have influenced him for two lifetimes.
Edward raised his head, took a deep breath, held the document and smiled at the black man in front of him: "Can you give me a pen?" He flipped through the document, looked at the conditions above, and looked at the black man's words.
A look of some astonishment: "I suddenly feel that your treatment is actually quite good."
"Thank you very much for joining us, Mr. Edward."
The black man stood upright with his legs together and saluted Edward with a slight smile on his face: "Every superpower is a pioneer in human evolution. It is our duty to protect human society and inheritance.
Fulfill your responsibilities and obligations!”
Taking the pen handed over by the black man, Edward was slightly stunned, looking at the lines on it, but he did not immediately sign his name: "I am a good person, a pitiful, ridiculous and pathetic bad person, even if I hate being
A good person wants to be a bad person...a bad guy who does all kinds of evil..."
Edward looked at the column of signatures and placed the pen tip gently on it. He seemed to be talking to himself: "I don't want to deny that I am a good person. I am a good person anyway, because there is a person who
It left a deep mark on me.”
"It's very deep, engraved in my heart and indelible."
He raised his head and looked into the black man's eyes without any hesitation: "Even if you try hard to be a bad guy, you can't help but become a good person." Edward smiled and shook his head, but the old man's satisfied smile flashed in his eyes: "I am
A good person, but he doesn’t want to be a bad person.”
He signed his name word by word, leaving his determination on the white paper: "So what if I'm a good person? But I won't become a bad person!" He raised his head and handed the document back.
To the black man, the corner of his mouth curled up: "I want to change everything!"
"Thank you for joining us, Mr. Edward."
The black man took a deep look at Edward, put his hand on his belly and bent down slightly: "Humanity needs your ability, and the earth also needs your ability." His face was serious: "I hope you don't forget that you are walking in the human race.
Humans at the forefront of evolution." He carefully put the document back into his briefcase, pointed to the wardrobe behind Edward and reminded: "Your clothes will be delivered later, and you will be taken to a place to ask some questions.
For specific things, if it is convenient, please cooperate.”
Edward nodded and smiled: "Of course." He shook his wrist slightly, turned to stare at the sky outside the window, and said softly: "The night gave me black eyes, and I used them to find light..." He smiled disdainfully.
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"Oh, I like them all."
In less than fifteen minutes, someone sent an expensive suit. Touching the soft fabric, the color and style were exactly the same as Edward's favorite, which made him aware of the intelligence capabilities of SHIELD, an association of superpowers.
I was a little surprised.
"Hello, Mr. Edward."
A handsome man in a suit came to Edward with a smile, compared the photos in his hands, nodded slightly, and said warmly: "The colonel of SHIELD is waiting for you, please go and make notes on the information."
"Okay, no problem."
Edward tied up his tie and looked in the mirror as if he was a completely different person. He smiled at himself, clapped his hands and said loudly regardless of others: "Hey, Edward, you are really alive now!" Edward said deeply.
Take a breath and then exhale slowly.
The Central Hospital is huge, but it is empty. From time to time, you can see a few strange people passing by, but they all look like they are in a hurry.
After walking through several corridors and entering a dark room, the man in a suit turned on the light, only to find that there was already a person sitting inside, looking down at the documents on the table and drinking coffee quietly.
With.
"Colonel, Mr. Edward is here."
The man in the suit nodded to Edward, closed the door quietly, and said to the man smoothly: "Colonel, you only have fifteen minutes. After fifteen minutes, Mr. Edward will go to SHIELD to register his identity."
"Thank you very much. Fifteen minutes is enough."
The man raised his head, his indifferent look made Edward slightly stunned. This cold temperament was exactly the same as the two people before.
As if he knew what Edward was thinking, the figure took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth: "For our Charter Glory, this cold look is not surprising." He stood up and looked at Edward across the table: "It's very strange.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Edward."
"Similarly." Edward smiled back and said, "I wonder what you would call your Excellency, Colonel?"
The colonel stretched out his hand and made an invitation gesture. Edward sat down with him. He smiled and said: "The name is just a code name. If you can, you can just call me colonel." He picked up the coffee and saluted Edward:
"Although it's working hours, I guess you don't mind?"
"No, it doesn't matter." Edward touched his lips. In comparison, he was even more curious about what the glory of the Charter was.
"Charter Glory, you can understand it as FBI, KGB and other professions." The colonel sipped his coffee and smiled at Edward: "But we basically treat special people, not internal ones." He stretched out a finger and shook his head.
Shake: "It's the real world."
"A world of superpowers?" Edward asked rhetorically.
Since he was sent to this central hospital, he understood that this was indeed not the United States, but another parallel space with superpowers. The news he received told him: This world is not only filled with humans, but humans are still in a weak position.
!
The colonel nodded: "Hmm, a world where the weak eat the strong."
He closed the document and threw it towards Edward along the smooth tabletop, stopping just in front of him: "This is Charter Glory's consultation form. We are responsible for counting superpowers. Please fill it out." He raised the document in front of him.
Document, holding a ballpoint pen and said with a smile: "Two copies."
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