Chapter 642: Charles

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 from the gap in the handkerchief.
He insisted on pulling Su Ming, but it was for Steve.
He knew that Su Ming's relationship with Captain America was the same as his 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 Steve's shield is still made by him.
But the source of the news is hard to tell. If Steve knew that Zola had given it, he would first shoot Zola with a shield, and then thoroughly investigate the remnants of the Hydra in New York.
Zola has tortured Bucky and ranks first in the list of Steve's most hated people, even surpassing the Red Skull.
If the incident is serious, it is difficult to hide everything that is the cause of the incident. If everyone knows that Charles is a mutant, wouldn't it be even more insecure? How will the child live in the future?
Howard couldn't do this, he could only make a slight detour and make a long detour.
In fact, his careful thinking Su Ming is very clear that this tactical thinking of Playboy is only a beginner level.
But from a certain point of view, Howard's thinking is right. Before he is ten years old, Charles must live a good life, which determines his future attitude towards humans.
"You are a trouble, trouble with two legs."
Su Ming sighed. He is still on vacation now, and there are many things he has to do.
"Please, Slade, for the sake of cat litter, save the child." The young bearded man began to behave maliciously, his facial features were crowded into a ball, but he couldn't squeeze his tears.
gross.
"Let's go to the manor to see the situation first, and then think of a solution if it is really necessary."
The nausea brought by the little cousin hasn't passed yet, and Su Ming is the most upset of nausea attacks.
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Hurry up, it's still a bit late, when Su Ming and Howard arrived at the church, the coffin soil in the tomb was half covered.
The priest has finished work and returned home. Only the workers and the relatives of the deceased are still there, watching the coffin in the pit with tears, and only the sound of the shovel touching the soil in his ear.
Some people who were leaving came to say hello to Howard, full of business sense, these people looked like ssr staff.
American funerals don’t care about food, they are not humane at all.
Howard casually dealt with a few words, and with an apologetic smile, he said goodbye to the others and took Su Ming to the tomb.
There was nothing in the coffin, only clothes and some supplies during his lifetime, because Dr. Xavier had no bones, not even ashes, only buried these.
"Sharon, mourning." Howard took out a small flower from somewhere, put it in front of the tomb, stood up and greeted his widow.
"Oh, Howard, what should we do? What does this make me do?"
The person called Ms. Sharon threw on Howard's shoulder and lost her voice in pain, as if she had seen the last hope, venting all the confusion and fear about the future.
She was wearing a black dress and black gauze on her head, but tears and despair could not hide her delicate face. She is very delicate, which is rare among Europeans and Americans.
Howard gave Su Ming a little embarrassed, 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? ’, those eyes seemed to express this.
"Relax, Sharon, it's okay, everything will be fine, cough cough, I can't breathe anymore." Howard slapped her shoulder with an awkward smile, and tried to separate the two with a slight force.
He has absolutely no idea about other people's wives. Playboy Stark has a bottom line and a choice.
"Oh, sorry, I...I'm just too scared..." Sharon also found out 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 were friends who talked about everything.
Seeing Howard at this time, she inevitably felt that she had found her support, but there was a stranger who accompanied Howard, who shouldn't be like this in front of the stranger.
"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 suspicion. Why did he bring a stranger to the funeral? And what can you do if you have energy? Resurrect your husband?
Despite such thoughts in her heart, she still shook hands with Su Ming politely, but crying made her tremble violently.
Su Ming just nodded solemnly and shook hands with her, without saying much.
It's the most embarrassing to meet someone for the first time at a funeral. It's not like laughing or not laughing.
But Stark didn't think so much. He just introduced Sharon and stopped Sharon: "It's very important that we go and talk about something."
"But Charles." Sharon looked at the edge of her lap, staring at the coffin's son with a dull expression.
"Slade can be optimistic about a child. Now we are looking for a quiet and open terrain. I have something to ask you." Howard was very firm, speaking quickly.
He doesn't know when Zola's so-called gang will act, but time is always precious.
Sharon rarely saw Howard's serious expression, even when the nuclear bomb was assembled, this guy was humming, so she knelt down and touched her son's bald head.
"Charles, don't leave here, you know? Mom and Uncle Stark are going to say something."
"Yeah." Charles' eyes had been staring at the coffin blankly, and he answered his mother's words in a short tone.
Sharon left uneasy, and walked to the distant tree with Howard, still looking at this side.
Su Ming looked at the two, and then at Charles, who was only a few years old but wearing a children's suit. He squatted down on one knee: "Hello, my name is Slade, is your name Charles?"
"Yes, but you don't need to talk to me in the way you communicate with other children."
Looking at Charles' bald head, Su Ming sharpened his teeth.
Charles is also a genius, not to mention inheriting the high IQ of his parents, his ability to mutate has also made him particularly precocious since he was a child, and his understanding of things far exceeds that of many adults.
"What are you thinking?"
Su Ming pulled the soil beside the tomb to expose the suppressed snow underneath, while the workers in the cemetery were still working profusely, and the ground was freezing hard in winter.
"I'm thinking about the relationship between life and death, thinking about where the people who left have gone." Little Charles turned his head to look at him, his eyes were not too sad, but full of thought and deeper things.
"This is not what you should think about. For some people, death is the end."
"So for some people, isn't it?"
"Yes, some people are not."
Charles twisted his little head back, his bald head looked so attractive in the winter sun, which made people want to play.
There was nothing to say between the two. In the distance, Sharon and Howard seemed to have a dispute. Their voices were very low, but their body movements were very loud and emotional.
The workers have filled the soil, put a wreath on the black soil, and the older ones also crossed their chests.
"Sir, our work is complete."
"Thank you."
Su Ming drew a few change from his pocket to share with them. Unlike Howard, he was more interested in Charles.
When the workers walked away, Charles still stood still, only his eyes moved to the tombstone, where his father's name was written.
"I'm sad, but I can't cry. My brain seems to have a problem. It has been working very sensibly, suppressing all emotions."
Charles whispered to Su Ming and pointed to his head.
"Is it too sane? Or is it confused because of hearing too many heartfelt voices?"
"It seems that you know my situation. I found that I couldn't see your thinking, so I guessed that you might be the same kind of person as me. Can you tell me what I am now?"
Little Charles asked calmly, but his eyes seemed to be out of focus.
"Mutant, a noun that cannot be made public."
"Isn't it a human? This word feels very bad, like it is discriminatory." Charles turned his head again, his face was blue in the cold wind: "I seem to have seen it in the newspaper. Many people said they would burn us to death."
"I am not a mutant. I can isolate my spiritual ability for other reasons. Now some unknown forces are planning to attack you. Can you understand?"
Su Ming didn't hold it back in the end, and reached out his hand to touch his bald head. I have to say that this feels really good.
Charles didn't mean to resist, so he let Su Ming touch his head: "For what? Just because we are different from others?"
"For the sake of strength, the mutants are regarded as natural weapons by the careerists. They have been looking for ways to mass produce weapons." Su Ming put down his hands when he had enough bald heads. If it is too round, it is meaningless.
"The creation of human beings is a matter of God, and people will only find trouble when they walk this way." Charles said his own views.
Su Ming shrugged, this is indeed the truth: "Well, if I have the opportunity, I will tell them that they don't know as much as a four-year-old."
"Five years old ~EbookFREE.me~Mr." Charles raised his hands to his palms and breathed, rubbing them quickly: "Then what should I do?"
Su Ming tilted his head and signaled him to 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 think so. , She wanted to stay and investigate the cause of my father's death, so a dispute arose."
Charles selectively activated his ability, he wanted to let himself hear the voice over there. But he quickly covered one temple and felt a headache. The distance of tens of meters was still too far, beyond his ability.
Because of different thoughts, even for the same purpose, disputes will erupt. This is the sad part of mankind.
He was very relaxed about getting along with Su Ming, because when he was around this, there would not be any heartfelt coming into his perception, and he felt quiet for the first time.
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