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Indeed, with Knorr's death, all the symbiotes lost coordination and command and were quickly wiped out by the military and other law enforcement agencies.

At the makeshift medical station, Emily was busy examining and treating the rescued people. Reassuringly, most of them did not suffer permanent damage and simply needed time to recover.

"What about their memories?" Lynn asked.

“Most of it is well preserved,” Emily replied. “While the experiences during the integration period may require psychotherapy, the basic personality and memories are intact.”

Dr. Banner has reverted to human form and is examining some biological samples left behind by Knorr. "These samples may contain important information that can help us prepare for potential future extraterrestrial threats."

“Will other symbiotes come to Earth?” Sarah asked worriedly.

“Very likely,” Dr. Banner acknowledged, “but now we have the experience and the preparation. And most importantly, we know the power of teamwork.”

A few days later, at a celebration at FBI headquarters, Deputy Director Stone summarized the entire operation.

"This operation proves an important point," he said in his speech, "that in the face of unknown threats, cooperation among individuals with different abilities is more important than the strength of any single individual."

After the meeting, Lynn and his team gathered together to reflect on the experience.

“We learned a lot,” Emma said, “not just about symbiotes, but also about ourselves.”

“Yes,” Peter agreed, “I thought I could handle these threats alone, but teamwork allows us to face much stronger enemies.”

“Most importantly,” Lynn concluded, “we have demonstrated the strength of the human spirit. Even against a technologically and biologically superior enemy, our unity, courage, and sacrifice can still lead to victory.”

"So what's next?" Chen Kai asked. "Will we continue our cooperation?"

“Of course,” Lynn answered without hesitation, “there are still many threats on Earth that we need to deal with. And I have a feeling that Knorr is just the beginning.”

“No matter what we face, we will be together,” Sarah said on behalf of everyone.

As night fell, the streetlights of New York City began to twinkle, and the city returned to its usual hustle and bustle. After a day of intense battles, Lynn decided to invite the entire team to dine at his favorite Italian restaurant, both to celebrate their victory and to help them relax.

“I can’t believe we actually did it,” Chen Kai said, still somewhat incredulous, sitting at the long table in the restaurant. “Just a few hours ago we were fighting that monster underground.”

“It felt like I had a really long nightmare,” Emma said, cutting some spaghetti, “but when I woke up, it was all real.”

The restaurant has a warm and quiet atmosphere, with soft yellow lighting that makes everyone's faces look gentle. It's a small, family-run restaurant with simple yet cozy decor, featuring Italian landscape paintings and photos of the owners' family on the walls.

“Lynn, this restaurant is really good,” Peter praised. “How did you find it?”

“I found it by chance during a mission a few years ago,” Lynn replied. “Boss Mario is a really nice guy, and his wife Anna makes the best pasta I’ve ever had.”

At this point, a plump middle-aged man walked over with a warm smile on his face.

“Lynn! My friend!” Mario said in a thick Italian accent, “I heard you saved the city again today?”

“The news travels fast,” Lynn laughed. “Mario, these are all my colleagues and friends.”

Mario warmly shook hands with everyone, saying, "Anyone who is Lynn's friend is my friend! Dinner tonight is on me, as a thank you for protecting our city!"

“No need for that, Mario,” Lynn tried to decline.

“No, no, I insist!” Mario waved his hand and said, “My daughter was supposed to take the subway to school today, if it weren’t for you…” His voice choked up.

This simple expression of gratitude made everyone realize that their actions today were not just about completing a task, but about truly saving countless innocent lives.

“Then we won’t stand on ceremony,” Lynn accepted Mario’s offer. “Thank you, friend.”

After Mario left, the atmosphere at the table became more relaxed. Emily raised her glass, "A toast to today's victory, and a toast to our friendship!"

"Cheers!" Everyone raised their glasses together.

“Speaking of which,” Dr. Banner said, setting down his glass, “we’ve encountered some difficulties while studying the symbiote samples we’ve contained.”

"What kind of difficulties?" Lynn asked.

“It’s a communication problem,” Banner explained. “Those symbiote samples still retain some activity; we can sense they’re trying to communicate with us, but we can’t understand their communication methods.”

“That is indeed a problem,” Emily pondered. “If we could communicate with them, perhaps we could learn more about their race and intentions.”

“Furthermore,” Carlos added, “not all symbiotes are as malevolent as Knorr. Perhaps there are benign individuals.”

"You think that's possible?" Peter asked doubtfully.

“Think about it, there are good people and bad people among humans,” Carlos analyzed. “Why can’t extraterrestrial life have the same diversity?”

This viewpoint sparked a discussion.

“From a biological perspective, this is possible,” Dr. Banner agreed. “Any highly evolved species can exhibit individual differences and varying values.”

“The problem is how we establish communication with them,” Emma points out. “Their way of thinking may be completely different from that of humans.”

Sarah had been listening quietly to the discussion, then she put down her fork and said thoughtfully, "You know what, I've been thinking about someone."

"Who?" Lynn asked.

“A mutant named Alex Red,” Sarah said, “has a very special ability—the ability to communicate telepathically with animals.”

"Animal communication?" Peter asked with interest. "What exactly does it mean?"

“He can not only understand animals’ thoughts and feelings, but also convey complex concepts to them,” Sarah explained in detail. “I met him a few years ago at a mutant gathering. He helped an injured dolphin, not only treating its physical injuries but also helping it find its way home.”

“That sounds amazing,” Emily said, “but could animals and alien creatures have anything in common?”

“That’s exactly what’s interesting,” Sarah continued. “Alex told me that his abilities aren’t based on language, but on the direct transmission of emotions and intentions. He believes that all conscious beings possess some basic emotional structure, such as fear, curiosity, anger, and friendliness.” “That theory makes a lot of sense,” Dr. Banner exclaimed excitedly. “If symbiotes are indeed conscious beings, they should also have basic emotional responses.”

“Furthermore,” Chen Kai thought of something, “if we can establish communication with friendly symbiotes, we can better understand their species and culture, and perhaps even avoid future conflicts.”

Lynn seriously considered the suggestion. "Sarah, do you think Alex would be willing to help us?"

“I think so,” Sarah replied. “He’s a very righteous person and always eager to help others in any way he can. However…”

“But what?” Emma asked.

“He’s a bit of a maverick,” Sarah chose a euphemism, “He doesn’t like government agencies and prefers to work alone.”

"Why?" Lynn asked curiously.

Sarah hesitated for a moment. "This involves his personal experience. Several years ago, his family was persecuted because of his mutant identity, and although the FBI and other law enforcement agencies later helped him, he still has some distrust of official agencies."

This made the atmosphere at the table a little heavier. Everyone understood that the relationship between mutants and ordinary humans had always been complex, and misunderstandings and prejudices still existed.

“I understand how he feels,” Lynn said, “but things are different now. Our team exists to prove that mutants and ordinary people can work together to protect the world.”

“Perhaps we can approach him as friends, rather than as an official representative,” Peter suggested, “to let him know the true situation of our team.”

“That’s a good idea,” Emily agreed. “If he can see that we genuinely want to build a friendly relationship, maybe he’ll change his mind.”

“So, Sarah, can you get in touch with him?” Lynn asked.

“I can give it a try,” Sarah nodded. “He usually works at a wildlife sanctuary, helping injured animals. I have his contact information, but I’m not sure if he’s still using it.”

“It’s worth a try no matter what,” Dr. Banner encouraged. “If successful, it could open a new chapter in the relationship between humans and extraterrestrial life.”

Just then, Mario walked over carrying a plate of specially made tiramisu.

“My special dessert,” he proudly introduced, “is Anna’s secret recipe, absolutely the best tiramisu in all of New York.”

The aroma of desserts instantly filled the area around the table, and everyone's attention temporarily shifted from the serious topic to the food.

"It smells amazing!" Chen Kai exclaimed excitedly.

“Mario, you’re amazing,” Emma exclaimed.

While enjoying dessert, the conversation returned to Alex's problem.

“If Alex can really help us communicate with the symbiote,” Carlos thought, “how should we arrange this contact?”

“Safety must be ensured first,” Lynn emphasized. “Although those symbiote samples have been contained, they still pose a certain degree of danger.”

“And it has to be done in a controlled environment,” Emily added. “We need medical equipment on standby in case of any unforeseen circumstances.”

“There’s another important point,” Dr. Banner cautioned, “we must be prepared for the information we might receive. What if the symbiote tells us something we don’t want to hear? Like an impending massive invasion?”

This question caused everyone to fall silent for a moment.

“Then we must prepare for it,” Lynn finally said. “Whatever information we receive, knowing the truth is always better than being kept in the dark.”

“That’s right,” Peter agreed. “Knowledge is power; even bad news can help us prepare better.”

“Then we’ll begin tomorrow,” Lynn decided. “Sarah, you try to contact Alex tomorrow. Meanwhile, Dr. Banner, you prepare a safe experimental environment. The rest of you continue analyzing today’s combat experience to see what can be improved.”

"Received," everyone nodded in agreement.

“But now,” Lynn raised his coffee cup, “let’s forget about work for a moment and enjoy this beautiful evening.”

As night deepened, the number of customers in the restaurant gradually decreased, but their tables were still filled with laughter and chatter.

“You know,” Emma said, looking out at the night view, “a few months ago I was a free mutant working alone, and I never imagined I’d join a team like this.”

“Me too,” Chen Kai echoed. “I always felt that my abilities could only be used to help myself, and I never thought of using them to protect so many people.”

“That’s the power of a team,” Lynn said. “An individual, no matter how strong, has limitations. But when we come together, we can accomplish seemingly impossible tasks.”

“Speaking of teams,” Peter said, a thought striking him, “if Alex is willing to join us, should we consider expanding the team?”

“That’s an interesting question,” Dr. Banner pondered. “More ability users certainly offer more options, but it also means more complex coordination.”

“I think it depends on the specific situation,” Sarah said. “If a task requires specialized skills, temporary collaboration is feasible. But the core team should maintain its current size.”

"Why?" Carlos asked curiously.

“Because of trust,” Sarah explained, “we’ve built a deep level of trust now, and everyone understands each other’s abilities and personalities. This kind of trust is difficult to maintain if the team is too large.”

“Sarah is right,” Lynn agreed, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t cooperate with other ability users. We can build a larger network to support each other when needed.”

“Just like the Hulk and Emma today,” Emily understood, “they aren’t regular members of our team, but they’ve provided crucial help in critical moments.”

“That’s right,” Lynn nodded. “Our goal isn’t to build a huge organization, but to create a collaborative network.”

Just then, Mario walked over again, carrying a pot of freshly brewed coffee.

"Friends, would you like more coffee?" he asked.

“Of course, thank you, Mario,” Lynn replied.

As Mario poured coffee, he said, "You know, hearing your conversation reminds me of my hometown in Italy." (End of Chapter)