Dr. Zola’s motives are a mystery, but Su Ming has no reason to contact the targets of the ‘Paperclip’ project. They are in a highly isolated state, and sponsors cannot contact them.
Howard secretly observed Su Ming's expression through the gap in his handkerchief.
He insisted on dragging Su Ming over, but it was actually for Steve's sake.
He knew that the relationship between Su Ming and Captain America was that of father and son. If Su Ming was involved in this matter, Steve would come back to help even if he was on his honeymoon.
Of course, he himself has a good relationship with Steve, and he made Steve's shield.
But the source of the news is hard to tell. If Steve knew that this news was given by Zola, he would first slap Zora with his shield, and then thoroughly investigate the remaining Hydra forces in New York.
Because Zola tortured Bucky, she ranked first on Steve's list of the most hated people, even surpassing the Red Skull.
If things get big, it will be difficult to hide everything that is the cause of the matter. If everyone knows that Charles is a mutant, wouldn't it be even more unsafe? How will the child live in the future?
Howard couldn't do this, so he could only take a slight detour and take a long way around.
In fact, Su Ming knew very well what he was thinking, and the playboy's tactical thinking was just a beginner's level.
But from a certain perspective, Howard's thinking is right. Before the age of ten, Charles must live a good life, which determines his future attitude towards human beings.
"You are trouble, trouble with two legs."
Su Ming sighed, he was still on vacation, and there were many things done by his subordinates.
"Please, Slade, for the sake of cat litter, save the child." The young man with a mustache began to act maliciously and cutely, his facial features were all squeezed into a ball, but he couldn't squeeze out tears.
Disgusting.
"Let's go to the manor first to check the situation, and then find a way if it's really necessary."
The nausea caused by the little cousin has not passed yet, and Su Ming is now the most annoyed by nausea attacks.
Hurrying slowly, it was still a little late. By the time Su Ming and Howard arrived at the church, the coffin in the tomb was half covered with soil.
The priest had finished his work and returned home. Only the workers and relatives of the deceased were still there. He was wiping his tears while looking at the coffin in the pit. The only sound in his ears was the sound of the shovel touching the soil.
Some people who were leaving came over to greet Howard in a business-like manner. They were SSR employees at first glance.
Funerals in the United States do not care about food, and are not humane at all.
Howard said a few words casually, then said goodbye to the others with an apologetic smile, and pulled Su Ming to the side of the tomb.
There was nothing in the coffin, only clothes and some supplies during his lifetime, because Dr.
"Sharon, my condolences." Howard took out a small flower from somewhere, placed it in front of the grave, stood up and greeted the widow.
"Oh, Howard, what are we going to do? What does this ask me to do?"
The person known as Ms. Sharon threw herself on Howard's shoulder and cried out in pain, as if she had seen the last hope and vented all her confusion and fear about the future.
She was wearing a black dress and a black gauze on her head, but tears and despair could not hide her delicate face. She was very delicate, which is rare among Europeans and Americans.
Howard glanced at Su Ming awkwardly, because Su Ming's eyes were full of suspicion and human torture.
‘Could it be that you hooked up with this beautiful wife and you conspired to kill Dr. Xavier?’, that look seemed to convey this meaning.
"Relax, Sharon, it's okay, everything will be fine, cough, cough, I can't breathe." Howard smiled awkwardly and patted her shoulder, trying to separate the two of them with slight force.
He has absolutely no thoughts about other people's wives. Playboy Stark has a bottom line and a choice.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just too scared." Sharon also realized something was wrong. It was not good to be too close to other men just after her husband died.
It's just because when they were in the laboratory, she and her husband had a very good relationship with Howard, and they could be said to be good friends who talked about everything.
Meeting Howard at this time, she inevitably felt that she had found support, but there was a stranger accompanying Howard, and she shouldn't be like this in front of strangers.
"Let me introduce to you. This is my friend, Slade, the owner of Wilson Enterprises. He is a very energetic person."
Howard loosened his tie. He was really suffocating just now.
Sharon looked at Howard with some confusion, why would she bring a stranger to the funeral? And what could she do if she had the energy? Resurrection of her husband?
Although her heart was filled with such thoughts, she still shook hands with Su Ming politely, but her crying made her tremble violently.
Su Ming just nodded seriously, shook hands with her, and said nothing more.
There is nothing more awkward than meeting someone for the first time at a funeral, even if you smile or not.
But Stark didn't think so much. He just introduced her and then grabbed Sharon: "Let's go and talk about something, it's very important."
"But Charles." Sharon looked at her son, who was looking at the coffin blankly beside her legs.
"Slade can keep an eye on a kid. Now let's find a quiet open area. I have something to ask you." Howard said very firmly and very quickly.
He didn't know when Zola's so-called group would take action, but time was always precious.
Sharon rarely saw Howard's serious expression. Even when he was assembling a nuclear bomb, the guy was humming, so she knelt down and touched her son's bald head.
"Charles, stay here and don't leave, you know? Mom and Uncle Stark are going to talk about something."
"Yeah." Charles kept staring at the coffin with his eyes blankly, and answered his mother's words in a short tone.
Sharon left with some worry, and walked to the tree in the distance with Howard, still looking here.
Su Ming looked at the two of them, and then at Charles, who was only a few years old but wearing a children's suit. He squatted down on one knee and said, "Hello, my name is Slade, is your name Charles?"
"Yes, but you don't have to talk to me the way you talk to other kids."
Looking at Charles' bald head, Su Ming ground his teeth.
Charles is also a genius. Not only did he inherit his parents' high IQ, but his mutant abilities also made him particularly precocious since he was a child. His depth of understanding of things far exceeds that of many adults.
"what's on your mind?"
Su Ming pulled the soil next to the tomb to expose the suppressed snow underneath, but the workers in the cemetery were still working sweatingly, and the ground was frozen hard in winter.
"I was thinking about the relationship between life and death, and where the people who left had gone." Little Charles turned his head and looked at him. His eyes were not filled with sadness, but full of thinking and deeper things.
"This is not something you should think about. For some people, death is the end."
"Well for some people, isn't it?"
"Yes, some people are not."
Charles turned his little head back. Under the winter sunshine, his bald head looked particularly attractive, making people want to flick it.
There was nothing more said between the two. Sharon and Howard seemed to have an argument in the distance, their voices were very low, but their body movements seemed loud and emotional.
The workers had already filled the soil and placed a wreath on the black soil. The older ones also made a cross on their chests.
"Sir, our work is done."
"Thanks."
Su Ming took out a few coins from his pocket and gave them to them. Unlike Howard, he was more interested in little Charles.
When the workers walked away, Charles still stood quietly, but his eyes moved to the tombstone, where his father's name was written.
"I'm very sad, but I can't cry. There seems to be something wrong with my brain. It has been operating very rationally and suppressing all emotions."
Charles whispered to Su Ming and pointed to his head.
"Are you too rational? Or are you confused because you heard too many voices from your heart?"
"It seems that you know my situation. I found that I couldn't see your thoughts, so I guessed that you might be the same kind of person as me. Can you tell me now, what am I?"
Little Charles asked calmly, but his eyes seemed unfocused.
"Mutant, a term that cannot be made public."
"Isn't it human? This word gives people a very bad feeling, as if it is discriminatory." Charles turned his head again, his face turned blue in the cold wind: "I think I saw it in the newspaper
, many people said they would burn us to death."
"I am not a mutant. I am able to isolate my psychic abilities for other reasons. Now some unknown forces are planning to take action against you. Can you understand?"
In the end, Su Ming couldn't hold it back and reached out to touch his bald head. I have to say, it felt really good.
Charles had no intention of resisting and just let Su Ming touch his head: "For what? Just because we are different from others?"
"For the sake of strength, mutants are regarded as natural weapons by careerists. They have been looking for ways to mass-produce weapons." Su Ming also put down his hand after having enough of the bald head. It was too round and meaningless.
"The creation of man is God's business. If people take this path, they will only seek trouble." Charles expressed his opinion.
Su Ming shrugged. This is indeed the truth: "Well, if I have the chance, I will tell them that their understanding is not as good as that of a four-year-old child."
"Five years old, sir." Charles raised his hands and breathed into his palms, rubbing them quickly: "Then what should I do?"
Su Ming tilted his head, indicating that he would use his ability on Howard: "Can you see what they are talking about? This is the solution."
"Other people's voices are always poured into my brain uncontrollably, and my ability can't stop at all. Uncle Howard tried to send us to a place called Saudi Arabia, but my mother didn't see it that way. She wanted to stay.
, investigating the cause of my father’s death, and a dispute arose.”
Charles selectively activated his ability. He wanted to let himself hear the sound on the other side. But he quickly covered one side of his temple and felt a headache. The distance of dozens of meters was still too far and beyond.
the scope of his abilities.
Just because of different ideas, even for the same purpose, disputes will break out. This is the sad thing about human beings.
He was very relaxed about getting along with Su Ming, because when he was around this person, no inner voice entered his perception, and he felt quiet for the first time.