The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 423 AIM
"If you really bring Tony Stark back to me, I won't say anything."

The middle-aged man walked back to his desk, picked up the quilt on the table and took a sip of water, then suddenly jumped up and threw the cup at George, but unfortunately his aim was not good enough and it hit the door frame behind George.

"But you failed! You went in with five fighters, two well-trained pilots, and two Coconut Crab mechas. These are nothing. Do you know what the most crucial thing is?"

George remained silent and just lowered his head to take the scolding. Unfortunately, this submissive look made the middle-aged man even angrier.

"They let the client know about the poor performance of our AIM research!" the middle-aged man slammed the table. "Even if Howard Stark dismantled our mech, it wouldn't be this bad. But a nobody who popped up out of nowhere was able to so easily dismantle our product. How are we going to get research funding in the future? Have you ever thought about it?"

Looking at George who said nothing, the middle-aged man snorted coldly, returned to his desk, took out a document from the drawer and threw it at George's feet.

"I value talent, George. Otherwise, I wouldn't have tolerated your failures so many times. I'm giving you one last chance to assist in the development of our latest plan."

Hearing this, George bent down and picked up the document on the ground, but did not dare to look at it. He just held it in his hand. However, he still saw the title of the document.

MODOC

A string of abbreviations. No matter how smart George was, it was impossible for him to guess the specific meaning of a string of abbreviations without any hints. He could only listen to his leader's nagging patiently and then take a good look at it after he left.

The middle-aged man scolded George for another five minutes before letting him go. He waved his hand and told him to get out of here so as not to bother him.

George saluted respectfully before turning around to leave, but before his hand could reach the doorknob, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." The middle-aged man said loudly.

"Click."

The door opened from the outside and a young researcher walked in with several documents in his hands. He was about to speak when he saw George standing beside him and immediately shut up.

Seeing this, George tactfully made way and waited for the researcher to come in before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"What's wrong?" asked the middle-aged man.

"No, it's nothing, sir." The researcher shook his head, took two quick steps and handed the document to the middle-aged man for inspection. He waited until the other party's frown relaxed before asking.

"Was that the MODOC plan George was holding just now?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man put down the documents he had just examined. "George, huh! I initially thought he was talented, but I was wrong. Those who can't create value are mediocre. Since he has made the organization pay so much, it's time for him to give back."

"I heard that the success rate of MODOC is not high. Aren't you afraid that it will fail?" asked the researcher.

"If he fails, it proves that he is just trash. Just throw him into the trash can." The middle-aged man looked calm, as if what he was discussing was not a person's life, but a piece of household garbage.

…"Uncle Happy! Uncle Happy!"

Yang Le straightened up and saw Li Qianhuan running towards him. The other party's noisy appearance reminded him of his niece in his original world, but Yang Le's niece was only seven years old, while Qianhuan was now sixteen years old.

"What's wrong, Qianhuan?" Yang Le reached out and picked a few strawberries and handed them to Li Qianhuan, who was standing in front of her, panting.

After living with the mutants for several months, Yang Le has made remarkable progress in growing fruits, in addition to the crops that serve as staple food or side dishes. He has grown from apple trees at the beginning to strawberries, bananas, oranges and other fruits now.

He even cultivated coffee trees and cocoa trees, which meant that the mutants could drink fragrant coffee and eat sweet chocolate, and their living standards were once again improved.

The successful cultivation of these things led to a sharp rise in Yang Le's popularity on the island, second only to Magneto, the school principal and leader.

"Oh, thank you." Qian Huan took the strawberries that Yang Le handed to her. Although there were only three, each fruit was plump and looked as big as a goose egg. It was bright red and very tempting.

Because these were all grown by Yang Le using his ability, there was no need to use pesticides. Qian Huan simply wiped off the loose dirt on them and took a bite. The juice instantly burst out and filled her mouth.

"Wow! So sweet!" Qian Huan smiled happily. If she could eat fruits and vegetables of this quality every day, there would be nothing wrong with being a mutant.

When Qian Huan first knew that she was a mutant, she was desperate. In this information age, everyone knows how mutants are treated. In order not to die at the hands of others, Qian Huan forced herself to be strong and secretly came to New York City. With the help of Scott, she boarded the Mutant Island.

At first, Qian Huan was not used to this kind of life without enough food and clothing, but after Qin's guidance, she began to look beyond the ordinary and smiled again, but it was just a forced smile. Fortunately, she had friends of the same age to support each other, otherwise she might have collapsed long ago.

It was not until Yang Le came to the island and Qian Huan's material life was finally satisfied that she became truly happy. After all, food is the most important thing for people. How can one be happy if he can't even get enough to eat?

"You look so anxious, is there something wrong, Qian Huan?" Yang Le waited until the girl finished eating a strawberry before asking.

After asking this question, Yang Le felt a little dazed. He always felt that he had seen this scene before, as if when he was a child, his grandfather would pick cucumbers from the field for him to eat when he returned to the countryside.

"The principal and others asked me to call you." Qian Huan swallowed the fruit pulp in her mouth, and the slightly red juice slid down from the corner of her mouth. Yang Le, in the mood of taking care of his granddaughter, wiped the juice from the corner of Qian Huan's mouth with his hand, making Qian Huan blush.

"Anyway!" Qian Huan put the strawberry in her pocket, walked around behind Yang Le, and angrily pushed him. "Go to the cafeteria quickly, so John won't always say I'm all about eating and no work. If it happens again, they won't let me come to call you, and then it'll be Kurt's turn!"

"Okay, okay." Yang Le nodded kindly and let Qian Huan push him. If Yang Le wanted to, the thin Qian Huan would not be able to push Swampfire who could wrestle with Spider-Man.

In order to save time, Yang Le drilled into the mud. Although the swamp fire was not known for its speed, its speed in the mud was actually not slow, and it could probably compete with an ordinary car.

A few minutes later, Yang Le stopped in front of the village cafeteria, growing out like a sprouting sapling. He knocked politely on the door before reaching out to push it open.

(End of this chapter)