American comics: Starting with mutants

12. A wife needs to be cultivated from a young age.

The wreckage of the plane on the runway was engulfed in flames.

even……

One could vaguely see the cabin engulfed in raging flames, the flames seemingly alive, dancing within them, and faint screams could be heard emanating from within.

Ethan stood there, quietly watching the burning wreckage of the plane before him. Then, as if he had thought of something, he gradually looked away and looked up at the sky.

The sky is blue.

The clouds are white.

The sun is golden.

Looking at the blazing sun high above the blue sky and white clouds, Ethan suddenly felt as if he had been transported to another world.

After all, it had been almost three years since he had seen the blue sky and white clouds, and the warm sunshine.

Ethan involuntarily closed his eyes, feeling the long-lost warmth of the sunlight falling on him.

after awhile.

He sensed the footsteps behind him, snapped out of his daze, and looked back.

into the eye.

With her long red hair and cold expression, Jean approached Ethan.

Ethan smiled and naturally extended his right hand to take Qin's hand, which also felt cold to the touch.

The moment he touched the zither's palm, without his noticing, the color of the great sun in his energy world, which was formed from the energy he absorbed, gradually dimmed.

Qin's gaze also fell on the wreckage of the plane that had crashed on the runway and was burning fiercely. Her tone was calm, but it still revealed a coldness.

"William Stryker is not here."

"I know."

Ethan chuckled. "But I will find him, and when I do, he will die, and in a very cruel way."

Leaving aside the inhumane experiments William Stryker's men conducted on him over the past three years.

Just the fact that William Stryker imprisoned him for three whole years is not something that can be easily forgotten.

Three wonderful years.

It was just wasted.

This hatred is unbearable!

Jean didn't speak, but quietly looked at Ethan.

after awhile.

Qin withdrew her gaze.

"You're not lying."

"Well……"

Ethan realized that Jean had just wandered into his mind again, and opened his mouth, "Hey, Jean, could you please stop entering my brain so casually in the future?"

Qin's expression remained unchanged.

Why?

"I need privacy, and besides, I don't have the right to go into your head and see what you're thinking."

"You're eager to know what I've been through these past three years, but you don't have the ability to access my mind."

"..."

We can't talk today.

Ethan took a deep breath.

He felt he desperately needed a helmet, the kind that both Black King and Magneto had worn.

but……

To avoid repeating the same mistake, he felt that his helmet needed to be fitted with a safety belt. At least that way, even if someone tried to take his helmet remotely, they would fail because of the safety belt.

Well known.

In Hong Kong variety shows, you need to wear a helmet when fishing.

In the Marvel universe, helmets need to have seat belts.

Just as Ethan was thinking this, Jean looked around and saw a military helmet lying on the ground, covered in a bit of dirt.

Jean used her telekinesis to make the military helmet fly up on its own and land in front of Ethan.

"Here you go, the helmet you wanted, the one with the safety harness."

"..."

Ethan looked at the military helmet that Jean handed him, then at Jean, whose expression was cold but serious and not like she was joking. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But he quickly abandoned the idea and slapped the military helmet that was hovering in front of him away: "Forget it, never mind. Look if you want, anyway, I don't have anything to hide."

Although he had been here for three years, his story should be considered to have truly begun from this moment on.

After all, he had been locked up in the dark cloning facility by William Stryker for the previous three years.

Moreover, Qin has no way of knowing any of his memories related to cheat codes, his past life, or time travel.

and so……

Let her watch if she wants, but she should remember to look for the helmet.

Just then.

Jean manipulated the military helmet that Ethan had just slapped away, and made it float back in front of Ethan.

Ethan stared at the military helmet that had reappeared beside him, remained silent for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly turned bloodshot. With a loud bang, he emitted a faint heat beam that instantly vaporized the military helmet with the safety rope attached.

"Don't you want a helmet, number sixty-six?"

"Need not."

"But you clearly..."

"Don't call me number sixty-six."

Ethan quickly changed the subject, looking at Jean: "I remember introducing myself when we were in the incubation chamber."

Qin nodded.

"Ethan."

"right."

"But you told me to call you husband back then."

"..."

Ethan fell silent once again.

Again.

When I first transmigrated here, I thought I was the chosen one. Naturally, I was a bit arrogant and ignorant of my own limitations.

Now?

Ethan felt the sunlight falling on him, and the subtle energy being absorbed into his energy world. He smiled at Jean in front of him and said, "Of course, you can continue to call me husband."

Jean didn't speak, but instead looked at Ethan quietly once again.

after awhile.

Qin withdrew her gaze. Although she didn't speak, a slight smile inadvertently appeared on her cold face.

If William Stryker saw this, he would probably explode.

Actually, William Stryker's loss wasn't entirely unjustified.

Because no matter what, he never imagined that Ethan had already set his sights on Qin Liuliu next door from the moment he was born.

Ethan looked at Qin, whose lips were curving into a slight smile, smiled, and changed the subject.

"Let's go."

"Aren't we just waiting here for their rescue?"

"Need not!"

Ethan shook his head, took one last look at the still-burning wreckage of the plane, then took Qin's hand and walked in the opposite direction.

He didn't need to rush to find William Stryker at all.