American comic book: I, with my abundant martial virtue, love to do good to others.

Inside Hell's Kitchen, a shady clinic.

"Shot three times? That's no small feat!"

Looking at the three bloody holes in his left shoulder, the doctor administered anesthesia while asking, "Adam, I remember you could teleport, right?"

"How could someone actually shoot you?"

Faced with the doctor's questioning, Adam gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with boundless hatred: "Those two damned guys are definitely not ordinary people. One kept shooting at me, forcing me to teleport, and the other was studying my teleportation route."

"In the end, they not only guessed where I would appear, but also shot and wounded me. If I hadn't been lucky that the guy facing me was out of bullets, I might have died there!"

As he spoke, Adam watched with twitching eyelids as the doctor roughly dug the bullet out with tweezers.

"Don't look at me like that. This is just a small clinic in Hell's Kitchen. We don't have any of those professional equipment."

"If you're not satisfied, go to a reputable hospital!"

Upon hearing the doctor's words, Adam snorted but remained silent.

Despite the anesthetic, Adam could still feel the forceps removing the bullet from his flesh after the wound was cut open.

After the three bullets were removed from his left shoulder and the doctor stitched up the wound, he gave him a blood transfusion: "You're lucky. The last time you came here for treatment, they kept a record of your blood type; otherwise, the bleeding alone would have turned you into a dried-up corpse!"

"I'm more afraid of dying from an infected wound, and to have surgery in a sterile operating room..."

"Shut up. It's a miracle there's even a clinic that treats mutants, let alone a sterile operating room... do you believe me...?"

"That's him!"

Before the doctor could finish speaking, Adam suddenly noticed that the television on the wall was playing a news report about Tony Stark's interview at the FBI headquarters in New York after he was rescued.

Adam's teeth were grinding as he saw Lynn Hall appear on camera!

"Who?"

Hearing Adam's angry tone, the doctor turned to look at Lynn Hall on the television and exclaimed, "Damn it, your target this time is the FBI?"

"FUXX, are you fucking insane? How dare you take this kind of job? Get the hell out of here, don't drag me down with you!"

As he spoke, the doctor removed the blood transfusion equipment.

"He's not my target!"

Seeing the doctor's angry expression, Adam quickly said, "There was just a little accident in the middle."

Then Adam recounted what had happened!

"Damn it, you idiot! After killing your target, instead of leaving immediately, you indiscriminately attacked the audience below? How is this any different from the behavior of a terrorist?"

"Do you realize that even if the FBI wasn't on the scene, this level of terrorist attack would still be on their radar?"

Faced with the doctor's angry questioning, Adam remained silent for a moment, then said with a resentful look, "I just feel unbalanced."

"Why do those ordinary people, like ants, have such a rich life? Why can they do whatever they want? They can go to a coffee shop whenever they want, and go to a concert whenever they want!"

"And we mutants are forced to hide every day, even in dark sewers, taking on these damned jobs just to survive? Why? We mutants are God's chosen ones!"

Seeing the anger on Adam's face, the doctor took a deep breath and said, "Leave immediately after the blood transfusion. Don't tell me where you're going, and don't even think about revenge."

"The hyenas will probably find this place soon. This is all I can do!"

Hearing the doctor say this, Adam's resentment gradually disappeared, and he silently nodded: "Thank you."

At the same time.

"Uncle George, Gwen is alright, just a little shaken."

Seeing that the New York Police Department had arrived immediately, Lynn led a terrified Gwen to George Stacy.

"Thank God!"

Seeing that Gwen and Lynn were alright, George Stacy was finally relieved.

Looking at the corpses and wounded scattered on the ground, he then asked Lynn, "Lynn, what exactly happened?"

"It's related to mutants."

After briefly recounting what had happened to George Stacy, Lynn waved to Sean, who had just arrived.

"Uncle George, that mutant launched an indiscriminate attack, which can be considered a terrorist attack, so the FBI will take over this case."

Upon hearing Lynn's words, George Stacy glanced at the groans and cries of the wounded everywhere, then nodded.

This matter has become too big to be concealed, so if the New York Police Department is to investigate it, it will definitely cause him, the commissioner, a lot of trouble.

If the FBI takes over, the case will likely be "solved" in no time!

"Are you sure this won't cause you any trouble?"

Looking at Lynn, George Stacy still asked with some unease.

"Don't worry, Uncle George, we have a lot of experience with these kinds of things, and besides me, there are people from S.H.I.E.L.D. present. If necessary..."

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, George Stacy understood Lynn's meaning.

Lynn immediately ordered his subordinates to take over the scene.

George Stacy asked the officers for help while preparing to take Gwen back.

Seeing Gwen trembling with fear and clutching her sleeve tightly, Lynn said, "Uncle George, let Gwen stay with me for now. I've already arranged for an FBI psychologist to come to my place and wait for her."

"So that this incident won't leave Gwen with psychological trauma!"

Listening to Lynn's arrangement, George Stacy glanced at her daughter, who remained terrified, and then nodded, saying, "Alright, Gwen is in your hands now!"

"Don't worry, Uncle George!"

After saying a few words to Sean, Lynn drove away in the Chevrolet with Gwen.

inside the car.

Stop pretending!

Looking at Gwen, who was sitting in the passenger seat looking terrified, Lynn said as he drove, "Not bad acting!"

"How did you find out?"

Hearing Lynn's words, Gwen, who was initially terrified, gradually calmed down and then asked curiously.

"I taught you how to fire a gun the first time, and that night you said you were scared and insisted on sleeping with me. This time you might be scared, but you definitely won't be so scared that you're shaking all over!"

"Didn't my dad figure it out too?"

Hearing Lynn say that, Gwen said somewhat dejectedly, "I thought I was putting on a good show, but I was really scared when the gun went off just now!"

Seeing Gwen's relaxed expression, Lynn smiled but didn't say anything.

However, he could easily notice that beneath Gwen's feigned relaxed expression, her hands were trembling slightly.