Carol had always been a dutiful person. She had spent most of her time hiding after she obtained her superpowers, not daring to expose them.
She was reluctant to let other people risk their lives for her, even though this mysterious man had said it was for money several times.
If Lorna had been caught, she would've asked for his help, considering that they had been on the run together for a year.
She hadn't known anyone else for more than two months. She couldn't say that she was deeply attached to them, so she could only apologize.
As for what Lorna and the others liked to say at the beginning, "Superhumans are all family", she did not believe it.
She had been killed by a gang of ordinary people when she was still an ordinary person. But it was Luke, an ordinary person, who had helped her.
So, she didn't think that "family" had anything to do with superpowers.
Her idea of a "family" wasn't that cheap.
Looking at her, who had her head lowered, Luke chuckled. "Alright, I'm going to make a fortune, not get myself killed. Don't worry about me. Just focus on your promising career as a cleaner. "
At that moment, they reached the door on the ground floor.
Luke waved his hand at her, indicating that she could go back.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Carol couldn't help but ask, "What should I call you?"
Luke tilted his head and thought for a moment. Money, mercenaries, ruthlessness, and promises to complete the mission …
"Just call me Wilson," he said.
Carol nodded. "Okay. Goodbye, Mr. Wilson. Please come back safely. There's always more money to be made."
Looking at her, Luke sighed and patted her shoulder. "Don't be too kind, or you'll be poor for the rest of your life."
Carol: "Huh?"
Luke didn't intend to say anything else.
Carol's soft-heartedness was truly incurable.
If it wasn't necessary, he might as well exclude her from the list of people to be groomed! Such a good person would be the first to die on the battlefield.
Wait, she had Elementary Self-Healing, so she wouldn't die so easily. Luke couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. Casting aside these ridiculous thoughts, he disappeared into the darkness.
Carol didn't return to her room until he disappeared around the corner.
Lorna pretended to be watching TV, but she glanced at her.
When Carol sat on the sofa, she finally couldn't help but ask, "What did he say to you?"
Carlo's lips moved, but he finally swallowed back the thought of "Mr. Wilson" looking for trouble with the Sentinel Secret Service.
Lorna had an unusual sense of kinship with her "companions". She knew that she might need Mr. Wilson's help in this matter.
The point was, there was more to her companion than when Carol met her.
According to her, twenty or thirty of her companions had been captured by the Sentinel Secret Service.
Carlo felt that he couldn't think of a way to take twenty to thirty people away from the research base.
After fleeing for so long, she understood that the more people there were, the faster their whereabouts would be exposed.
If Mr. Wilson brought a bunch of people with him, he would probably be hunted down by the Secret Service.
Thinking that, she took out two stacks of cash from her pocket and gave one to Lorna. "He's here to give us our living expenses in case we starve to death before we get paid."
Lorna was stunned for a moment when she saw the stack of cash. She then blushed and threw the money away. "I don't want it. I'm not a beggar."
Carol chuckled and put the money away. "I already told him that he'll have to pay me back when he gets paid."
Lorna: "…"
After Carlo went to pack his things, she quietly put away the pile of "living expenses" that belonged to her, blushing.
That was too embarrassing.
Thankfully, Carol wouldn't laugh at her.
…
The next morning, Luke showed up at the police department and took two cases before he left Dustin's office and drove home.
Half an hour later, he turned into an ordinary-looking white man and boarded a flight to Vancouver, Canada.
Seven hours later, the man left the city of Vancouver in the drizzle and entered the empty suburbs.
Not long after, a very ordinary small fixed-wing plane rose up in the suburbs and flew north.
As the plane flew north, the weather gradually turned cold, and the drizzle lessened.
Canada was the second largest country in the world after Russia, but it only had a population of thirty million.
If the American suburbs were sparsely populated, the Canadian suburbs were basically devoid of people.
As long as they had connections in America, it would be perfect to set up a secret base here.
Also, British Columbia was next to Washington, which was probably one of the reasons why the Sentinel Special Service had moved their research base here.
Canada's airspace was completely open to the American public, so that the project manager of the Sentinel Special Service could fly back and report in at any time.
The plane landed half an hour later. Luke drove it into a sheltered forest and put it away in his inventory.
He then put on the brand-new Big Dipper Armor.
After activating the stealth system, four auxiliary flight wings popped out on his back. The micro jets on them were at the lowest power level, and he flew north close to the ground.
After the last twenty kilometers, a lake that wasn't too big appeared in front of him.
Lake Alcali was indeed a small lake compared to the other lakes in Canada, but it was extremely wide as Luke approached it.
The wilderness, which had just begun spring, was still bleak and didn't smell like spring at all. It felt no different from the vast wilderness he had flown over earlier.
Luke raised a medium-sized drone and monitored an area of dozens of kilometers from the sky.
It was around six in the evening, and the sky was already starting to darken.
The stealth system was more useful in an environment where there wasn't enough light. He would wait until nightfall before taking action, and he still had time to rest for an hour.
Hiding in the forest next to the lake, Luke ate chocolate to replenish his calories as he used the virtual interface of the armor to adjust his plan.
It actually wouldn't be difficult for him to break into this research base; it could even be said that it would be effortless.
But if he wanted to maximize the value of this research base, he couldn't give the other party too much time to react.
This sort of secret research facility that couldn't see the light of day would destroy evidence if anything went wrong.
Research materials were one thing, but living superhumans were also witnesses.
If the person in charge of the research base acted too quickly and blew up the base, then Luke would have made a wasted trip.
Rubbing his chin, Luke felt that it would depend on the situation.
If he could get rid of the other party's surveillance system, he would do what he was used to — sneak in.
After sneaking in, he would first deal with the surveillance room, then the leader, and finally the small fries.
As long as everything was carried out quietly, he would be able to take over the base in one piece in the end. When that time came, he would take his time to count the spoils.
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