Inside a black clinic in Hell's Kitchen.
"Three gunshots? That's not easy!"
Looking at the three bullet holes in his left shoulder, the Doctor administered an anesthetic while asking, "Adam, I remember you can teleport, right?"
"Someone was actually able to shoot you?"
Facing the Doctor's inquiry, Adam gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with immense hatred: "Those two damn guys are definitely not ordinary people. One kept shooting, forcing me to teleport, while 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 and the guy directly facing me ran out of bullets, I might have even died there!"
As he spoke, Adam's eyelids twitched uncontrollably as he watched the Doctor roughly pull out the bullets with tweezers.
"Don't look at me like that. This is just a small clinic in Hell's Kitchen. We don't have all that professional equipment."
"If you're not satisfied, go to a proper hospital!"
Hearing the Doctor say that, Adam snorted and said nothing.
Although the anesthetic was working, Adam could still feel the tweezers digging into his flesh to extract the bullets after the incision was made.
After the three bullets were removed from his left shoulder, the Doctor stitched up the wound and then took out a blood bag to give him a transfusion: "You're lucky. The last time you came here for treatment, we recorded your blood type. Otherwise, the blood loss alone would have turned you into a dried corpse!"
"I'm more afraid of the wound getting infected and dying. They don't even have a sterile operating room for surgery—"
"Shut up. It's good enough to have a clinic that treats Mutants. A sterile operating room? Do you believe—"
"It's him!"
Before the Doctor could finish speaking, Adam suddenly saw Lynn Hall appear on the television screen, which was broadcasting the news of Tony Stark's interview at the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation Building after his rescue.
When Adam saw Lynn Hall appear on screen, his teeth ground together!
"Who?"
Hearing Adam's furious tone, the Doctor turned his head to look at Lynn Hall on the television, then exclaimed, "Damn it, your target this time was someone from the Federal Bureau of Investigation?"
"FUXX, are you insane? How dare you take on such a job? Get out of here, don't drag me into this!"
As he spoke, the Doctor moved to disconnect the blood transfusion equipment.
"My target wasn't him!"
Seeing the Doctor's angry expression, Adam quickly said, "There was just some unexpected incident in the middle."
With that, Adam recounted the entire incident!
"Damn it, you idiot! After killing the target, you didn't leave immediately, but instead launched an indiscriminate attack on the audience below? What's the difference between that and a Terrorist attack?"
"Don't you know that even if that FBI agent wasn't on site, this level of Terrorist attack would still put them on your tail?"
Facing the Doctor's angry questioning, Adam was silent for a moment, then said with an unwilling expression, "I just felt unbalanced."
"Why can those ordinary people, like ants, have such rich lives? Why can they do whatever they want, go to a coffee shop if they want coffee, or go to a concert if they want to see one!"
"While we Mutants can only hide every day, even in dark sewers, taking on these damn missions just to make a living? Why? We Mutants are God's favorites!"
Watching Adam's face filled with anger, the Doctor took a deep breath and said, "Leave immediately after the blood transfusion is done. Don't tell me where you're going, and don't even think about revenge."
"Perhaps it won't be long before that pack of hyenas finds this place. This is all I can do!"
Hearing the Doctor say that, the unwillingness on Adam's face gradually disappeared, and then he nodded silently: "Thank you."
At the same time.
"Uncle George, Gwen is fine, just a little frightened."
Seeing the New York Police Department arrive immediately, Lynn brought the terrified Gwen to George Stacy.
"Thank God!"
Seeing that Gwen and Lynn were fine, George Stacy finally relaxed.
However, looking at the bodies and injured people strewn across the ground, he then asked Lynn, "Lynn, what exactly happened?"
"It's related to a Mutant."
After briefly explaining the situation to George Stacy, Lynn then waved to Shawn, who had arrived.
"Uncle George, that Mutant carried out an indiscriminate attack, which counts as a Terrorist attack, so the Federal Bureau of Investigation will take over this matter."
Hearing Lynn say that, George Stacy glanced at the injured people groaning everywhere, then nodded.
This incident was too big to conceal, so if the New York Police Department were responsible for the investigation, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble for him as Director.
However, if the Federal Bureau of Investigation took over, then perhaps it wouldn't be long before the case would be declared "solved"!
"Are you sure it won't cause you any trouble?"
Looking at Lynn, George Stacy still asked with some concern.
"Don't worry, Uncle George, we have extensive experience with this kind of thing, and besides me, there are also S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel on site. When necessary..."
The words were not explicitly stated, but George Stacy understood Lynn's meaning.
Watching Lynn directly instruct his subordinates to take over the scene.
George Stacy had the police officers help while preparing to take Gwen back.
Seeing Gwen, who was trembling with fear and clutching his sleeve tightly, Lynn spoke up: "Uncle George, for now, let Gwen stay with me. I've already arranged for a psychologist from the Federal Bureau of Investigation to wait at my place."
"So that this incident doesn't leave Gwen with psychological trauma!"
Listening to Lynn's arrangement, George Stacy glanced at his daughter, who was still in fear, then nodded: "Alright, then Gwen is in your care!"
"Don't worry, Uncle George!"
With that, Lynn gave Shawn a few instructions, then drove away from there with Gwen in a Chevrolet.
Inside the car.
"Stop pretending!"
Looking at Gwen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, feigning terror, Lynn said while driving, "Good acting!"
"How did you find out?"
Hearing Lynn's words, Gwen, who had been feigning extreme fright, slowly calmed down and then asked curiously.
"I taught you how to shoot for the first time, and that night you said you were scared and insisted on sleeping with me. This time you might be scared, but definitely not to the point of shaking all over!"
"Then didn't my dad also figure it out?"
Hearing Lynn say that, Gwen said somewhat dejectedly, "I thought I was acting very well, but I really was scared when the gunshots went off just now!"
Looking at Gwen's relaxed expression, Lynn smiled and said nothing.
However, he easily noticed the slightly trembling hands beneath Gwen's feigned relaxed expression.