Chapter 157: Mutants - Antidote
Outside the Washington lab.
At gunpoint with the soldiers at gunpoint, the woman in white was driven out of the Washington lab.
After a thud, a meager cloud of dust rose and the door to the laboratory was immediately shut.
"Humph! When the time comes, you will definitely regret it in your own words! The silver teeth were clenched, and the woman in white tilted her head slightly, looked back, her eyes flashed with a cold gaze, and she secretly made a decision.
The soldier's indifferent gaze made her feel greatly wronged, but this was just her own psychology, although she had some memories of the man she had followed for more than ten years, but this was of no value at all under the forces behind her.
Without value, there is no meaning to exist.
Quietly took out the phone from his pocket, turned his back, and bowed his head slightly.
With a flick of the finger, after a few clicks, a short message was immediately sent.
"The other party completely refused to cooperate and lost control."
It's brief, but it's enough to say something, but it's not seen by anyone else, neither Harry nor Warren Washington.
The woman in white took one last deep look at the laboratory built on the island, raised her head slightly, and then resolutely stepped onto the helicopter that was already waiting for her.
Meanwhile.
In the laboratory, two men walked side by side to a tight laboratory.
Susan was left outside by Harry at this time, and Warren Washington didn't want others to know about the things here, and Susan was a woman who could know the benefits, but in this case, she took the initiative to stay outside.
There are still a lot of researchers in the laboratory, but the people here are obviously different from the people outside, because they don't even have the time to look up at the arrival of Harry and Warren Washington, and they are busy with their own affairs.
"It seems interesting here," said Harry, who looked at a researcher in a white lab coat, as he turned over and raised an eyebrow, to Warren Washington.
"Huh" Warren Washington laughed awkwardly, speechless at Harry's words.
The experiments here are so rigorous that even Warren Washington, who is not completely in control, has always been the government.
Just as Washington Industries has never been the open-faced boss of Warren Washington.
"Please follow me".
Warren Washington walked ahead of Harry and came to a glass door, and after fingerprints, pupils, voices, and various passwords, the door was finally opened.
The two finally arrived at their destination, a white wall and a white door.
The door opened directly under Warren Washington, and it didn't have as many passwords as before.
Indeed, the previous door has been well guarded, and there is really no need for the door here to exist.
"Mr. Osborne, please come in," Warren Washington said to Harry, leaning slightly to the side.
Harry nodded, and as he peered inside, he stepped through the door.
"This is?!" Harry pointed inside, looking at Warren Washington with some surprise.
"He's at the heart of what I call secret research," Warren Washington said to Harry, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Harry nodded, turned his head to look there again, and suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar, and some memories that had long been blurred in the depths of his memory suddenly became clear.
A small white enclosed house, the only small window, and a bald little boy dressed in white, holding a gamepad, turning his head to look. All of this made a person appear in his mind.
Mutants - the antidote.
Harry smiled bitterly in his heart, very helpless about the scene in front of him.
First the Shapeshifter infiltrated her company, then she was invited here by the boss of Washington Industries, and she was involved with mutants, so it seems that there really is no reason to get out of it.
I thought the name Washington Industry was a little familiar before, but at that time I didn't think about what it was related to, but now everything is clear.
The plot of X-Men III has officially begun.
"He's a mutant, he has very strange magical powers" Warren Washington didn't know what Harry was thinking, and seemed very excited and slowly walked to the side of the antidote.
His action immediately alerted the child, who was called the antidote, and his crystal clear sea-blue eyes flashed with fear, indifference, and ...... Bitterness.
Harry didn't know how the researchers treated the boy, who looked like he was only eight or nine years old, but from the emotions he felt, he knew that it wasn't very good.
Harry couldn't help but start feeling sad for the little child, but that's all.
Compared to this, he was more concerned about another issue.
"We've called him the antidote, the antidote for mutants," Warren Washington pointed to his bald head as if he were promoting a valuable commodity, and then told Harry with a smile on his face about the benefits of his product.
At this time, Harry suddenly felt that this Warren Washington's sales methods were also first-class.
But Harry was not interested in it, he knew what came out of Warren Washington's mouth, and even if the other side didn't, he knew it.
"With the antidote made from his genes, all mutant abilities will be eliminated," Warren Washington said.
"Elimination?" Harry secretly scoffed at the word, and the elimination was a joke in his mind as someone who knew the truth.
"Huh!" Warren Washington saw Harry's slightly smiling expression and the questioning tone of his words, and he obviously knew something, and then he felt a kind of embarrassment that the lie had been exposed. It's just that being able to achieve this status today is obviously not something that ordinary people can do, and his face is naturally extraordinary.
Mr. Osborne .......
Harry shook his head as he held out his hand to him and motioned for him not to say more. At this time, his eyes had fallen on the little boy.
Warren Washington immediately shut up, but when he saw Harry's situation, he already knew Harry's thoughts and settled his heart.
There must be no surprise to him.
PS: Sorry, it's been a bit much lately, but it won't be tj.