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Chapter 423 A.I.M
"If you had really brought Tony Stark back to me, I wouldn't say anything."
The middle-aged man walked back to the office desk, picked up the cup on the desk and took a sip of water, then suddenly jumped up and threw the cup at George, but unfortunately, his aim was poor and it hit the door frame behind George.
"But you failed! You lost five combatants, two well-trained pilots, and two 'Coconut Crab' mecha. These are nothing, do you know what the most crucial thing is?"
George remained silent, only lowering his head to be scolded, but this submissive appearance made the middle-aged man even angrier.
"It's TMD letting the clients know about the terrible performance of our A.I.M. scientific research results!" The middle-aged man slammed the desk hard. "Even if Howard Stark dismantled our mecha, it wouldn't be this bad, but an unknown nobody who popped out of nowhere can solve our product so easily, how do you think we can get research funding in the future! Have you ever thought about it!"
Looking at the silent George, the middle-aged man snorted coldly, returned to the office desk, took out a file from the drawer and threw it at George's feet.
"I am a person who cherishes talent, George, otherwise I wouldn't have tolerated your failures so many times. Now I will give you one last opportunity to assist in the development of our latest plan."
George heard this, bent down and picked up the file on the ground, but didn't dare to flip through it, just held it in his hand, but he still saw the title of the file.
《M.O.D.O.K.》
A string of letter abbreviations, even if George is smart, it is impossible to guess the specific meaning of a string of abbreviations without prompts. He can only patiently listen to the leader's nagging, and wait until he leaves to read it carefully.
The middle-aged man scolded George for another five minutes before letting George go, waving his hand to let him get out of here quickly, so as not to be an eyesore here.
George respectfully saluted before turning around to leave, but before his hand could reach the door handle, a knock on the door rang first.
"Please come in." The middle-aged man said loudly.
"Click."
The door opened from the outside, and a young researcher walked in, holding several files in his hand. He was about to speak when he saw George standing aside, and immediately closed his mouth.
George saw this and wisely gave way. After the researcher walked in, he walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him when he left.
"What's wrong?" the middle-aged man asked.
"No, nothing, sir." The researcher shook his head, took two quick steps and handed the file to the middle-aged man for inspection. After the other party's tightly frowned brow relaxed, he asked.
"Was George holding the 《M.O.D.O.K.》 plan just now?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man put down the file he had finished checking. "George, ha! I initially thought he was a talent, but I was wrong. Those who cannot 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.K.》 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 him into 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.
…
"Happy Uncle! Happy Uncle!"
Yang Le straightened up and saw Li Qianhuan running towards him. The other party's noisy appearance made him think of his niece from his original world, but Yang Le's niece was only seven years old, while Qian Huan is now sixteen years old.
"What's wrong again, Qian Huan?" Yang Le reached out and picked a few strawberries, and handed them to Li Qianhuan who stopped in front of him, panting.
Living with the mutants for several months, Yang Le, in addition to crops as staple food or side dish, the development of fruit is also remarkable. It has developed from the initial apple tree to the current strawberries, bananas, oranges and other fruits.
He even cultivated coffee tree and cacao tree, which means that the mutants can drink mellow coffee and eat sweet chocolate, and the quality of life has been improved once again.
The successful cultivation of these things has led to a sharp increase in Yang Le's popularity on the island, second only to Magneto, who is the principal and leader.
"Oh, thank you." Qian Huan took the strawberries Yang Le handed her. Although there were only three, each piece of flesh was plump and looked as big as a goose egg, and it was very attractive with its red color.
Because these are all cultivated by Yang Le using ability, there is no need to use pesticides at all. Qian Huan just wiped off the floating soil on it and took a bite. The juice burst instantly and filled her mouth.
"Mmm! So sweet!" Qian Huan 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 she first learned that she was a mutant, Qian Huan was in despair. In this information age, everyone knows how mutants would be treated. In order not to die in the hands of others, Qian Huan cheered up and secretly came to New York City, and with Scott's help, boarded Mutant Island.
At first, Qian Huan was very unaccustomed to this kind of life of not having enough to eat or wear warmly, but after Jean Grey's enlightenment, she also figured it out, 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.
Until Yang Le came to the island, and material life was finally satisfied, Qian Huan was truly happy. After all, people take flesh as heaven, how can you be happy if you can't even eat enough?
"Seeing you so anxious, is there anything wrong, Qian Huan?" Yang Le waited for the girl to finish eating a strawberry before asking.
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 returned to the village, his grandfather also picked cucumbers from the field for him to eat like this.
"It's the principal and the others who asked me to call you." Qian Huan swallowed the flesh in her mouth, and slightly red juice dripped from the corner of mouth. Yang Le wiped the juice from the corner of mouth for Qian Huan with the mood of taking care of his granddaughter, making Qian Huan blush.
"To, in short!" Qian Huan put the strawberries in her pocket, went around behind Yang Le and pushed him shyly and angrily. "You should go to the dining hall to have a look, lest John always says that I only know how to eat and do nothing. If there is a next time, they should not let me call you, and then it should be replaced by Kurt!"
"Okay, okay, okay." Yang Le nodded kindly, letting Qian Huan push him. If Yang Le wanted to, the weak Qian Huan would not be able to push Swampfire who can wrestle with Spider-Man.
In order to save time, Yang Le burrowed into the mud. Although Swampfire is not known for speed, the speed of traveling in the mud is actually not slow, probably comparable to ordinary car.
A few minutes later, Yang Le stopped in front of the dining hall in the village, and grew out like a sprouting tree seedling. After politely knocking on the door, he reached out and pushed the door.
(End of Chapter)
"If you had really brought Tony Stark back to me, I wouldn't say anything."
The middle-aged man walked back to the office desk, picked up the cup on the desk and took a sip of water, then suddenly jumped up and threw the cup at George, but unfortunately, his aim was poor and it hit the door frame behind George.
"But you failed! You lost five combatants, two well-trained pilots, and two 'Coconut Crab' mecha. These are nothing, do you know what the most crucial thing is?"
George remained silent, only lowering his head to be scolded, but this submissive appearance made the middle-aged man even angrier.
"It's TMD letting the clients know about the terrible performance of our A.I.M. scientific research results!" The middle-aged man slammed the desk hard. "Even if Howard Stark dismantled our mecha, it wouldn't be this bad, but an unknown nobody who popped out of nowhere can solve our product so easily, how do you think we can get research funding in the future! Have you ever thought about it!"
Looking at the silent George, the middle-aged man snorted coldly, returned to the office desk, took out a file from the drawer and threw it at George's feet.
"I am a person who cherishes talent, George, otherwise I wouldn't have tolerated your failures so many times. Now I will give you one last opportunity to assist in the development of our latest plan."
George heard this, bent down and picked up the file on the ground, but didn't dare to flip through it, just held it in his hand, but he still saw the title of the file.
《M.O.D.O.K.》
A string of letter abbreviations, even if George is smart, it is impossible to guess the specific meaning of a string of abbreviations without prompts. He can only patiently listen to the leader's nagging, and wait until he leaves to read it carefully.
The middle-aged man scolded George for another five minutes before letting George go, waving his hand to let him get out of here quickly, so as not to be an eyesore here.
George respectfully saluted before turning around to leave, but before his hand could reach the door handle, a knock on the door rang first.
"Please come in." The middle-aged man said loudly.
"Click."
The door opened from the outside, and a young researcher walked in, holding several files in his hand. He was about to speak when he saw George standing aside, and immediately closed his mouth.
George saw this and wisely gave way. After the researcher walked in, he walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him when he left.
"What's wrong?" the middle-aged man asked.
"No, nothing, sir." The researcher shook his head, took two quick steps and handed the file to the middle-aged man for inspection. After the other party's tightly frowned brow relaxed, he asked.
"Was George holding the 《M.O.D.O.K.》 plan just now?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man put down the file he had finished checking. "George, ha! I initially thought he was a talent, but I was wrong. Those who cannot 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.K.》 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 him into 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.
…
"Happy Uncle! Happy Uncle!"
Yang Le straightened up and saw Li Qianhuan running towards him. The other party's noisy appearance made him think of his niece from his original world, but Yang Le's niece was only seven years old, while Qian Huan is now sixteen years old.
"What's wrong again, Qian Huan?" Yang Le reached out and picked a few strawberries, and handed them to Li Qianhuan who stopped in front of him, panting.
Living with the mutants for several months, Yang Le, in addition to crops as staple food or side dish, the development of fruit is also remarkable. It has developed from the initial apple tree to the current strawberries, bananas, oranges and other fruits.
He even cultivated coffee tree and cacao tree, which means that the mutants can drink mellow coffee and eat sweet chocolate, and the quality of life has been improved once again.
The successful cultivation of these things has led to a sharp increase in Yang Le's popularity on the island, second only to Magneto, who is the principal and leader.
"Oh, thank you." Qian Huan took the strawberries Yang Le handed her. Although there were only three, each piece of flesh was plump and looked as big as a goose egg, and it was very attractive with its red color.
Because these are all cultivated by Yang Le using ability, there is no need to use pesticides at all. Qian Huan just wiped off the floating soil on it and took a bite. The juice burst instantly and filled her mouth.
"Mmm! So sweet!" Qian Huan 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 she first learned that she was a mutant, Qian Huan was in despair. In this information age, everyone knows how mutants would be treated. In order not to die in the hands of others, Qian Huan cheered up and secretly came to New York City, and with Scott's help, boarded Mutant Island.
At first, Qian Huan was very unaccustomed to this kind of life of not having enough to eat or wear warmly, but after Jean Grey's enlightenment, she also figured it out, 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.
Until Yang Le came to the island, and material life was finally satisfied, Qian Huan was truly happy. After all, people take flesh as heaven, how can you be happy if you can't even eat enough?
"Seeing you so anxious, is there anything wrong, Qian Huan?" Yang Le waited for the girl to finish eating a strawberry before asking.
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 returned to the village, his grandfather also picked cucumbers from the field for him to eat like this.
"It's the principal and the others who asked me to call you." Qian Huan swallowed the flesh in her mouth, and slightly red juice dripped from the corner of mouth. Yang Le wiped the juice from the corner of mouth for Qian Huan with the mood of taking care of his granddaughter, making Qian Huan blush.
"To, in short!" Qian Huan put the strawberries in her pocket, went around behind Yang Le and pushed him shyly and angrily. "You should go to the dining hall to have a look, lest John always says that I only know how to eat and do nothing. If there is a next time, they should not let me call you, and then it should be replaced by Kurt!"
"Okay, okay, okay." Yang Le nodded kindly, letting Qian Huan push him. If Yang Le wanted to, the weak Qian Huan would not be able to push Swampfire who can wrestle with Spider-Man.
In order to save time, Yang Le burrowed into the mud. Although Swampfire is not known for speed, the speed of traveling in the mud is actually not slow, probably comparable to ordinary car.
A few minutes later, Yang Le stopped in front of the dining hall in the village, and grew out like a sprouting tree seedling. After politely knocking on the door, he reached out and pushed the door.
(End of Chapter)
