Research Institute for Promotion and Application of Superpowers, Special Care Ward.
"[The world needs us more than ever!]"
The huge orangutan, with his head wrapped in gauze and one arm in a plaster hanging on his chest, was winking at the indoor surveillance camera:
"[Are you coming?]"
"Winston? What are you doing?" Ms. Ling in a white coat walked into the special care ward and glared at the orangutan in the corner with her hands on her hips: "Don't run around. What if your wound is torn again?"
In the Akuz incident more than half a month ago, it showed its great power with its huge size and saved many students and workers. However, at the same time, it took actions beyond the design, resulting in multiple lacerations all over the body.
, I returned to Academy City completely lying down.
For the bionic man, these injuries are just a minor problem, but the problem is that this bionic orangutan is a "growable" type specially made by the model-controlled life. If it is casually replaced with parts of an ordinary bionic man, who knows what will happen?
question.
The doctor at the institute who treated him specifically asked former CEO Ilia, and the answer he received was, "It is best to use normal biological treatment methods."
Normal creature? Winston's injuries were completely fatal according to the proportion of ordinary creatures. In the end, after the doctor roughly treated the wound, he was thrown directly into the special ICU and arrived at the Institute of Urban Studies with him.
Ms. Bell will take care of it.
After all... her husband Touya Suzuka was arrested for a series of crimes such as dereliction of duty, dereliction of duty, and private use of public weapons, but her daughter is one of the strongest superpowers. It doesn't matter whether she entrusts her with a heavy responsibility or hides it.
It's appropriate, so let's just leave her to take care of the orangutans. After all, it's the job she once did.
"Oh, that's right," Winston said, looking away from the camera, throwing down a few photos of the Skylian raid and the Akuz plague, "Due to what happened before, I think these students need more education.
A good means of self-protection, so I hacked into the universal tool network they used and published an advertisement recruiting 'X Agent Team'."
"...What?" Ms. Ling was a little confused for a moment, and then realized something was wrong: "Wait a minute, you said you hacked into the student's universal tool and placed ads?"
"That's right," Winston scratched his head: "They seem to have a mutual aid network that was established when the Turians invaded, but it has become a place for chatting and bragging. It should be fine if I use it to do some serious business.
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"No... I'm still using those networks... Forget it, it's okay." Ms. Ling shook her head.
She heard her husband say it as a joke about the rescue network formed by the students. Later, most of the functions of that network were absorbed by Zeresta's new network. Lena Oxton was positioned using that network before.
My own Sayuri, and then teleported over a long distance to pull her back to save the situation.
Huh, it's all Dao Ye's fault. He read the Epic of Gilgamesh to his daughter when he had nothing to do, and he raised a good little girl to look like a bastard and a bastard. She should honestly reflect on it at the grassroots level for a while.
Speaking of which, it was also due to the influence of his chaos that the Super Power Application Promotion Plan only retained the "Physique Variation" department, so the head of the "Energy Transformation" department was completely a polished commander and was mostly regarded as appeasing Sayuri and taking care of Winston.
tool man.
It’s a bit far-fetched, but Winston’s sudden idea basically cannot recruit people. Those who are still watching the network and speaking out are all senior water monsters, right?
What good can be done by recruiting them?
"What, Ling, I need a reception room to interview the applicants," Winston scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed: "Can I ask you a favor? I'll give you some peanut butter."
"...No, thank you," Ms. Ling shook her head and opened her multi-purpose tool: "Anyway, this 'Energy Transformation' project team already exists in name only. There is no problem in arranging a place for you, but you have to promise me to be honest.
Stay there and don't run around."
"No problem! As an HR, you have to pay attention to your manners." Winston patted his chest.
Isn’t it strange that someone would come for an interview?
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Why do so many people come to interview?
Ms. Ling and Winston sat side by side, unable to accept the crowds outside the interview room.
Well, the students must be bored and want to see the orangutans.
The researcher who agreed to treat her to a cup of coffee and only had to come to the door and pretend to receive her for a few hours was probably already scolded in his heart. He should formally treat her to a meal later...
"Ahem, interviewer No. 1——" Winston adjusted his glasses and called his number in a decent manner.
"Hello~" A young girl with short red hair, wearing sportswear, with sweat on her forehead, who seemed to be running over came in. Before Ms. Ling could respond, she suddenly rushed forward and touched Winston hard.
: "Wow, it's true. I thought it was a stuffed toy."
Okay, I understand, there are students from other colleges who were not involved in the Akuz incident.
"For this interviewer, please briefly tell me your name, powers, and other specialties. It's best if you can show them off." Winston was unmoved.
"My name is Diana Prince. I have a mutated physique, maybe a little rule-breaking?" the girl said, tilting her head.
Well, I can see the physical changes.
"Tell me more about the 'disruption of order' method?" Ms. Ling corrected.
"That's right," Diana took out a pair of toy handcuffs from her pocket: "As long as I use these to handcuff the person and then say, 'You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will become evidence in court.'
Then the person being cuffed will tell everything he knows and tell everything he wants."
"..." Ms. Ling was speechless.
"Very good!" Winston said: "When we capture prisoners, we will need this ability. Now you go back and wait for the news. The admission information will be released on the mutual aid network."
No, no, no matter how you think about it, there is a problem, right?
"Interviewee No. 2!" Winston yelled after Diana skipped away.
"My name is Hal Jordan, Molecular Influence." The interviewer is a thin boy wearing glasses and green clothes.
"Oh? So what molecular influence?" Winston asked.
"As long as I concentrate on imagining something, it will appear in reality. Well...isn't it very weak?" Hal said shyly.
Ridiculously strong, okay? You are a humanoid 3D printer!
"Can you show it to me?" Ms. Ling asked slightly excitedly.
"Well... okay." Hal looked around and reached for a piece of white paper on the table.
Ms. Ling suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" Hal held the white paper in both hands and began to think hard.
Although I don’t know how hard I need to think.
Brush - brush -
Lines and colors suddenly appeared out of thin air on the white paper, and gradually condensed and took shape with Hal's efforts. The final result was a bunch of bananas, of course, they were just painted on.
"Okay! Recruitment—ahem, no, we can't make a decision on the spot," Winston touched his nose: "Go back and wait for the news, Hal."
Hal was sweating but walked away happily.
Wait a minute? That's just a drawn banana, right? His ability is just to draw out of thin air.
Ms. Bell turned back and stared at Winston. Could it be that his head was damaged due to injury?
"Interviewer No. 3——" Winston did not pay attention to Ms. Ling's gaze and continued to call.
"My name is Barry Allen, and I have a mutated physique." No. 3 is a boy with short hair in red clothes and red pants, and he looks very energetic.
"Barry, is there anything special about you? About this 'physical mutation'?" Ms. Ling looked at his confident look and asked.
"Well, this is hard to explain," Barry looked around, pointed to a researcher uniform in the corner and said, "Can you throw it to me, please?"
"Oh," Winston said, being tall and long-armed, he took the clothes back in less than two seconds: "Just throw them away?"
"Come on." Barry opened his hand.
Phew - the uniform flew over lightly, and then, after touching Barry's outstretched hand, it disappeared in an instant. No, it didn't disappear, it was already properly worn on Barry's body!
"Could your ability be -" Ms. Ling stood up excitedly.
Barry nodded, with a proud look on his face: "Yes, my ability is-"
"Super speed!"
“Get dressed instantly when you touch clothes!”
"..." Ms. Ling was stunned: "Wait a minute, didn't you change your clothes at a speed that humans can't see?"
"Huh? No, I didn't move. I put on these clothes myself." Barry was still very proud: "This indirectly proves that I am very attractive, even the clothes have to be put on."
"So, do you think your ability is of any use?" Ms. Ling's original eager eyes turned into dead eyes.
"That's something you need to consider." Barry said with his chin raised.
"Okay, okay, you go back and wait for the notification. The admission information will be released on the mutual aid network," Ms. Ling waved her hands repeatedly.
"Hmm? Have you ever been an HR person?" Winston tilted his head and looked at her.
"Yes, much more professional than you," Ms. Ling pinched her forehead: "Interviewer No. 4——"
"My name is Arthur Curry, and my superpower classification is mental interference." Interviewer No. 4 does not seem to be a student. He is tall, has a resolute face, and is full of beard.
"Hmm... mental interference, what are the specifics?" Ms. Ling looked at him and felt that if an adult signed up, he should have enough awareness of the value of his own abilities, and the previous situations would not occur... Probably
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"I can talk to fish." Arthur replied.
"..." Ms. Ling prepared to see off guests as a habit, but suddenly realized that this seemed to be of some use: "Is it just your words that the fish can understand, or can you also understand their words?"
"Both," Arthur nodded: "I think that when the human territory is determined by the Citadel, it is necessary and necessary to develop to the ocean, and my ability will definitely come in handy."
"Wait a minute," Ms. Ling stood up excitedly, ran to the office next door and brought a small fish tank with three or two goldfish on the table: "Ask them, what is the painting on the wall next door?"
Although it is rare to encounter a useful one, confirmation is still necessary.
"Hello, goldfish," Arthur looked at the fish tank: "The room you were in just now, what is the painting on the wall?"
Ms. Ling clearly saw that the originally confused goldfish looked at Arthur for an instant. They were not so active in feeding normally: "What did they say?"
What hangs on the wall of the office next door is just an ordinary oil painting of a forest path. As long as Arthur can name roads, trees, pedestrians or other similar elements, it can basically prove his ability.
However, as an adult, he has this kind of useful ability, why is he not taken seriously?
"Well," Arthur said with a very embarrassed look, "I can't know the content of the words on the wall next door, but I can relay their words to you."
"...You said." Ms. Ling began to have an ominous premonition.
"They said, 'Go to hell!' 'If you can, put your hand into the fish tank! 'Let's see if we don't bite you to death!'" Arthur said calmly: "Although I can communicate with fish, this kind of
Communication causes them to become uncontrollably angry and refuse any communication and attempt to attack me."
"..." This feature may be useful, but Ms. Ling no longer wants to continue thinking: "Please come back... the admission notice will be placed in the mutual aid network..."
Arthur left with a look of sorrow on his face.
"Well, you don't mind, right?" Winston took out a jar of peanut butter from nowhere and started eating: "Am I the one who will do it next?"
"No, I want to see how many weirdos you have summoned," Ms. Ling stood up and said, "Interviewer No. 5!"
Interviewer No. 5 is a refreshing boy wearing a clean white shirt and black jeans, and his voice is very sunny: "Hello, interviewers, my name is Clark Kent (t), my ability is order destruction, everyone calls me 'Superman'
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Oh? Regardless of the problem of him switching languages from time to time, at least his appearance and conversation are passable.
"So, does your title of 'Superman' have anything to do with your ability? What level of 'disruption of order' is it?" Ms. Ling asked with force.
"Yes, I was originally a student reporter in Academy City. What usually bothers me the most is not being able to catch up with the interview subjects," Clark said, "until I awakened my 'Superman' ability."
"Well..." Ms. Ling found it difficult to open her mouth: "Can you demonstrate?"
"Okay," Clark stood up and walked to the corner of the room: "Please turn your back to me and move forward, and don't stop when I call you to stop."
Ms. Ling stood up, glanced at Clark, turned her back to him and walked towards the other corner.
"Ms. Interviewer, can you please accept my interview?" Clark's voice came from behind Ms. Ling, but she did not stop.
call--
A breeze blew by, and Clark appeared in front of Ms. Ling with paper in one hand and pen in the other.
“The ability of ‘Superman’ is: when conducting an interview, if the interviewee is a ‘human being’, he will definitely be able to catch up with and ‘surpass’ the other person.” He said with a smile.
