"I didn't expect you to come to see me, Dr. Vogbaum? How long has it been since we met? After coming out of the lab? Or after the last Water Faith Expo, it's really nostalgic."

The headquarters of SHIELD, a secret underground prison, a motherland wearing ordinary clothes through transparent glass, looked at an old man with gray hair standing outside and whispered.

"Hey, John, long time no see. I didn't expect our reunion to be on such an occasion."

Dr. Vogbaum said with emotion as he looked at the thin, slim and lost his former energetic motherland.

"Yeah, for a long time, so long that no one called me John again. Doctor, you look good."

Facing this doctor who grew up in the laboratory, the motherland can also be said to be the nominal guardian, and his tone becomes vicissitudes.

The doctor nodded slowly, "Yes, I retired, and went to my daughter's house after I retired. I have a group of shepherds. I have to always pay attention to their distance, because I can't have too deep feelings for my subjects."

The expressions of the motherland changed slightly. He turned his face with his hands behind his back, trying not to let the doctor see his expression, "It looks pretty good, retirement is indeed very suitable for you."

The doctor put down his crutch and sat outside on a chair. "I will still choose a laboratory between this kind of life and staying in the laboratory for 80 hours a week, no doubt."

He was a little old and had a little lack of breath when he spoke, so he started to breathe after saying a moment.

The motherland clarified her emotions, turned her head, and looked at the only "relative" who had raised herself in the laboratory since she was a child, "You... still have any contact with those colleagues of Wat?"

"Some have, some don't. Let's talk about you, John."

The doctor turned the topic to the motherland.

"Me? I'm fine, PhD, never been better. You don't think I was locked up here because I can't get out, the truth is, I don't want to get out myself, if I want to, I can get out here in an instant."

The motherland said that they wanted to stay here, not be imprisoned here.

"I know."

The doctor took out a few pills from his pocket tremblingly, put them in his mouth, and swallowed them with mineral water.

"Sorry, asthma has always troubled me, and I have to take medicine on time. Drugs are a great achievement in the fields of biology and chemistry after the rapid advancement of technology. It has saved countless humans, but it has also made countless humans dependent on it."

The doctor changed his tone and turned to the motherland, "John. You were the perfect test subject, but you became dependent on the so-called No. 5 compound, and you wouldn't have to do this..."

The doctor's expression was quite regretful.

The motherland showed that smile-like expression again, as if it was painful, and as if it was laughing.

"No one can control me, and those drugs cannot."

"Do you know Domiro domino?"

The motherland pulled a chair in the room and sat down, "Just take the first domino to fall, the rest will fall down continuously, without stopping in the middle, without regret. This is like my life, starting from the first out of control, everything begins to slide into the unknown and destruction. Compound No. 5 will certainly give me stronger power and addictiveness like drugs, but I am not unable to live without it."

"Doctor, I just can't be sure how to survive after I get out of here? I've tried everything, but it all ended in failure. All the short-short and stupid humans in this society have abandoned me!"

When the motherland talked about it, blue veins on the forehead burst out.

My life is completely over, so what's the point of going out?

"You killed Madeline, and there were more civilians, kidnapped the President of the United States... All this was done by you, no one forced you, John, the path you chose yourself."

The doctor looked at the motherland with a ferocious face and his expression was very calm.

"Choose yourself? No, you never understand me, the people always blame me! What did I do, spend more than 60 million dollars on anti-terrorism propaganda across the United States, and carry out anti-terrorism exercises in primary and secondary schools across the United States. The mess in the Middle East, those people that the Ministry of Defense cannot get rid of, were solved by myself. I participated in the 'Christ Cloak', gave speeches to thousands of people, and listened to their prayers. But what was the exchange?"

The motherland's people bit their back teeth and returned to their former hideous expressions.

"Who is the terrorist or not? What I did was fight against the super villain, why was I the wrong party? They even asked me to quit the Super Seven. It was a team I formed myself, but they wanted to fire me. Isn't that ridiculous thing?"

"John."

After listening to the vent of the motherland, the doctor was silent for a while and said, "They are just fearing you. Because what you do is gradually exceeding people's cognitive bottom line. They like superheroes and worship them as idols, but they do not want such idols to affect their lives. People can tolerate you being above you, but they cannot tolerate you using hot sight on the street to hurt a dog. You make them afraid! And what you have become scared me..."

"Is that? That's why you came over to talk to me? Do you want me to turn aside, or do you want me to say sorry to Madeline or the civilians who went there?"

The motherland smiled and looked at the doctor.

"None of them, I actually came here to tell you something."

The doctor looked at the motherland and said slowly: "Nine years ago, Madeleine Steewell called me for a very interesting challenge. Rebecca Butcher went to find her because of an unprecedented medical condition."

"Ribega Butcher?"

When the motherland heard this name, she was slightly stunned.

"Don't remember? The woman who worked at Water Company nine years ago, serving as your Internet image management, is responsible for your social account."

The doctor gave some tips to the motherland.

"It's her..."

The motherland remembered this woman. She had slept with her, but later disappeared.

"Yes, Rebega Butcher, she is pregnant and your baby is in her belly."

The doctor slowly told the past.

A confused and confused look appeared on the faces of the motherland, "Pregnant? Wait..."

He threw an incredible look at the doctor, "I thought I could not..."

He thought he was not fertile.
Chapter completed!