"You're right, Reed did betray and wanted to turn the Fantastic Four into zombies, but fortunately you reminded us."

Fury stared at the white night with one eye and said quietly.

Reed proves with his last crazy speech that he really has a problem with his brain, and even calls zombies new humans, and Deadpool can't say such crazy things even after drinking ten pounds of fake wine.

Bai Ye smiled and didn't speak.

The madness of this Mr. Fantastic is far from ranking among many Reed in the Marvel Universe, he just looks stupid and crazy, zombies can indeed live forever, but after being infected into a zombie, they lose the self-healing ability that normal creatures have.

In other words, when a normal person is cut with a few centimeters on his hand, he may heal within a few weeks after treatment, leaving a small scar, but zombies do not.

The only thing left for those zombies is a permanent open wound, and it is likely that the wound will be torn even wider with the wind and sun, and the only way is to barely stitch it up with a needle and thread and look like a good thing.

"So by what prophecy did you prohesive? Mutant abilities? Inhuman? Or what black magic? ”

"I am..."

"Just kidding, I have no intention of snooping on your privacy, a word of thanks will never repay your contribution to all of humanity, if you have any needs, just ask us, S.H.I.E.L.D. will do its best to accommodate you."

After another puff of smoke, Fury grinned gently at the white night.

Bai Ye nodded: "Can you cure cancer?" The kind of advanced lung cancer. ”

"Cancer?"

Hearing this, Fury, who was about to put a cigar in his mouth, was stunned for a moment, and then looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

This kid looks alive and ruddy, and judging from eavesdropping on Wanda's conversation in the medical room, he also killed a lot of zombies on the way.

Cancer cells in patients with advanced cancer are constantly multiplying and overabsorbing the nutrients they are ingesting, which is a problem for even normal life, let alone slashing and bouncing through most of New York City.

Could it be his family?

"Did you get cancer?"

"Not bad."

Bai Ye nodded and replied without reservation.

There is no need to cover up this kind of thing, so it is better to tell Fury generously that maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. can have a cure for him.

Fury looked at the white night for a while, pressed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray and extinguished, and said in a deep voice: "If you wish, I can send someone to take you to chemotherapy now, there are all kinds of medical equipment here, I promise to let you get the best medical care." ”

"You mean you can't cure cancer? Not even S.H.I.E.L.D.? Bai Ye's brows furrowed.

“...... I'm sorry, it can't be done, S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't omnipotent. ”

After being silent for a while, Bai Ye's eyes became slightly dim, and he got up and said:

"I'm going to see Wang and Wanda, and Pietro should be waking up soon."

"Wait, here's for you."

Fury opened the drawer of his desk and took out a tube of pale green liquid the size of his little thumb, which did not look viscous, but very clear.

Hearing this, Bai Ye turned around and took the thing from Fury's hand: "What is this?" ”

"A semi-finished self-healing agent made from Logan's genetic sample, with a little nanobot in it, we only have this tube, of course it is impossible to cure cancer, the self-healing factor is not a panacea, but it can slow down the spread of your cancer."

"It should buy you a few more months."

"Thank you."

"No, it's we who should thank you, that's how it should be."

As he spoke, Fury took out another silver needleless syringe and placed it on the table.

Bai Ye gently picked up the tube of pale green self-healing elixir, stuffed it into the syringe and looked at it carefully. The potion fluctuated slightly in the syringe, like a living thing.

He gripped the air syringe tightly and aimed the needle at his arm. Gently pressing the syringe, the potion slowly flowed into his body.

With the infusion of the potion, Bai Ye could feel a slightly cool touch, and the liquid medicine formed a pale green wrap under his skin. The smell of the potion spreads through the air, giving off a fresh aroma of herbs.

He silently watched his arm, observing the effects of the potion. He could feel the power of the potion, and the warm sensation began to spread from the injection point, allowing his muscles to gradually relax and the fatigue to dissipate.

At the same time, the face was also itchy, and the blood marks that had been scratched before began to heal on its own.

"Let's go and rest for a while, Thor's Quint fighter was destroyed on the road, he flew over to ask for time, Tony said he couldn't leave for the time being, and there would be another meeting later."

"Of course, it's okay if you want to move around the ship, I've entered your personal information into the system, and you can pass freely."

"You can go to the equipment department to get any equipment you want, you can take it, you can take it."

Looking at the back of Bai Ye pushing the door and leaving, Fury touched his chin and suddenly said into the air:

"Ciel, have you had a result of the investigation into his identity?"

A clear female voice immediately responds to Fury, her voice echoing throughout the room.

"There is no data, Director, he appeared in an alley a few hours ago as if it had fallen from the sky, but there was no surveillance in the alley, we could only capture his first appearance from the street."

"Hmm...... Alas......"

Fury sighed, what a jealous talent, this guy's prediction is so accurate, I'm afraid cancer is one of the costs.

But think about the various prophets who once popped up in New York, it was not the riddler who made people guess the word puzzle, and if the prediction was wrong, it was hard to say that you guessed wrong, but he didn't say it wrong, that is, the bull's head was not right, and the horse's mouth was not right at all.

Now that a real prophet has finally popped up, he turned out to be sick and dying?

God forbids me the fact that the Bureau of Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Support of our country and the Territory is also ......

White Night, who walked out the door, of course, didn't know that Fury was agonizing at the time of the lie he had told about the prophet, and he was now going to the infirmary to see how Wanda was doing.

He didn't feel much sad about the fact that he couldn't cure cancer for the time being, this is the magical Marvel universe, and anything is possible.

If this universe can't be cured, won't the next one be good? If you look for more, you will definitely find a way.

Bai Ye walked down the road, grabbed an agent again and asked, "Where is the medical room?" I need to go there. ”

The agent was shocked by Bai Ye's resolute attitude, and he was momentarily stunned, but in just half a second, a flash flashed on his retina, obviously receiving the transmission of identity information, and then his expression immediately became surprised, and his eyes were full of awe.

He immediately replied respectfully, "The medical room is located on the twentieth floor, and from here you can take the elevator to the right, and you can see it a short distance after getting out of the elevator, Mr. Bai." ”

"What about the Equipment Department?"

"On the tenth floor, you can see it as soon as you get out of the elevator, do you need me to take you there?"

"No need, you just go about your business."

White Night let go of the agent's arm, shook his head slightly and smiled in thanks, and after watching the agent walk away, he turned around and walked into the elevator.