Red Star Mechanical Arm

Two figures stood at the entrance of Alpha Flight headquarters.

One was over two meters tall and covered in brown fur, the other wore an ice-blue cloak.

See that?

Sing Sing, peering through the passenger window, exclaimed, "A welcoming ceremony! A whole street of people welcoming us! We're being treated like foreign guests!"

Silver Fox slammed on the brakes. "Two people calling it a narrow passage?"

"You wouldn't understand," Sing Sing said, pointing ahead.

"Sasquatch the size of three men; he could form an entire honor guard just by standing there. He's got the prestige down to him."

The Snowbirds arrived an hour earlier than the RV.

They can transform into a snowy owl and fly away. These demigods take direct flights whenever they go out, ignoring traffic restrictions and experiencing zero traffic jams the whole way when they transform into a snowy owl.

When Old Zhou made that call half an hour ago, this woman was already drinking hot cocoa at the door.

The car door swung open with a "whoosh," Sasquatch grinned as he approached.

Colossus the second to get off the bus, carrying the unconscious Magik in one arm, his left shoulder empty.

The third one was Silver Fox, Scatter was carrying a bundle of rice dumplings in one hand and flung open the car door with the other.

The Alien Maggot writhed twice in mid-air before she casually slammed it to the ground, where it whimpered twice and became obedient.

Sasquatch scratched his thick brown fur, looked at Sing Sing's team of old, weak, and disabled people, and asked in bewilderment, "What's this...?"

Team building activity!

Sing Sing leisurely lit a cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring.

"The main attraction is a three-day Seattle tour, including a mysterious underground adventure, an immersive experience of a real-life landslide, and close-up interaction in an alien livestream studio. We'll cover all injuries and provide full protection throughout the trip."

"So, how about that? Pretty hardcore travel, huh?"

Sasquatch and Snowbird led the group to the Medical Zone, where medical beds were lined up in a row.

Just as she was about to arrange for everyone to receive treatment, a series of "thump thump thump" footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

As Sing Sing turned his head, a familiar figure rushed in, wearing an old Sasquatch T-shirt that had been altered to be smaller, the hem of which dragged on his knees. He had goggles on his head and his hands were covered in engine oil.

Moon-Boy.

The Little Monkey rushed halfway, then jumped up and pounced straight into Sing Sing's arms, wrapping its arms around his neck and its legs around his waist, hanging up on him.

Ouch—my back! My old back!

"Hey kid... what did you eat that made you so heavy? Did you sneak some fertilizer? Or Sasquatch feeding you pig feed every day?"

The Moon-Boy ignored what he was muttering and kept saying to himself, "You've finally come to see me."

Old Zhou was a bit confused. Honestly, he hadn't been gone for more than a few days at all.

Why does this atmosphere feel like a tearjerker drama of the year, a scene of life and death?

The Moon-Boy, who had finally gotten off him, rummaged in his T-shirt pocket and pulled out a small thing, which he then placed in Sing Sing's palm.

"Stephen, this is a gift for you!"

A five-pointed star.

A few thin copper wires, two screws, and a piece of scrap circuit board.

It was wrapped in a ring of bright yellow bullet casings, flattened and smoothed out, pieced together to form five corners.

"You're pretty good, kid! I'll apply for you to be recognized as an intangible cultural heritage inheritor later. Export your handicrafts, sell them for 880 each, and we'll split the profits 50/50!"

The Silver Fox, lagging behind, looked at the monkey circling around Sing Sing, a puzzled expression on its face, and muttered to itself, "What's his relationship with that monkey?"

"Family, I guess."

Li Qianhuan blurted it out, but she paused for a moment after saying it.

It seems she's finally speaking her mind.

Seeing that Sing Sing had calmed the excited Moon-Boy down, Sasquatch clapped his hands and began to greet everyone.

"Stop standing there, get in bed, take turns."

Sasquatch held up the scanner and circled Colossus's left shoulder twice, then a gray cross-sectional image appeared on the screen.

"The cross-section has hardened and sealed off; there is no risk of infection."

Colossus glanced down at his bare shoulder. "Can it grow back?"

Sasquatch his head. Once the metallic tissue is severed, it can never grow back. There's only one path left to walk on: a prosthetic limb.

"Show it! We absolutely have to show it!"

Sing Sing placed the Gambit on the hospital bed. "Let me tell you, there's an old man over there who's really good at cooking. I've already thought of the words for the banner I'll give you: 'Saving an arm to protect a friend, a man of unwavering integrity!'"

Colossus didn't say anything, but raised his intact right arm and gave Sing Sing a thumbs up.

A week is neither a long nor a short time.

Sasquatch changed the bedsheets in the Medical Zone three times, and Sing Sing memorized the base canteen menu perfectly.

"I'm telling you."

Sing Sing, holding a tray, talked incessantly.

"The stewed beans here are considered a dish on the first day, torture on the third day, and if you're still eating them on the seventh day, that's the kind of ascetic practice a Buddhist monk would undergo!"

"I feel like even my farts smell like beans now!"

The Moon-Boy, his mouth stuffed full of mashed potatoes, mumbled two indistinct sounds, just to show his support.

"You little brat, give me some feedback!" Sing Sing Chow tapped the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks. "I charge eighty yuan a show for this joke outside!"

The Moon-Boy swallowed the mashed potatoes, thought seriously for a moment, and said, "Stephen, your jokes aren't as funny as Sasquatch's."

Everyone is quietly recovering.

After visiting the Alpha Flight several times, the Guardian Hudson even personally delivered a metal arm to them.

This was specially made for Colossus.

His entire silver-gray arm was the same color as his skin, with dark bearings embedded in the joints.

The shoulder seam was polished smooth and glossy, and on the outer side of the upper arm, a bright red five-pointed star was polished to a shine.

"A Russian with a red star." Hudson patted the box. "Isn't this design quite reasonable? It even has a retro feel to it."

I spent the whole afternoon installing and debugging.

Afterwards, to test his sensitivity, Colossus used his new arm to grab an apple from the fruit bowl and applied a little force.

"Smack!"

The fruit, pulp and core, were kneaded into a lump of indescribable apple puree.

Li Qianhuan recovered quickly, fully recovered by the second day, and started running around the base with the Moon-Boy on the third day.

She even ran into Beichen's room, and finally ran out with a blush on her face.

Sing Sing asked her what she had seen, but the Little Firework refused to speak, only saying "Excuse me" three times.

Evening.

Sing Sing found Silver Fox at the entrance of the base; she was standing alone in the snow, looking south.

"Hey," Sing Sing walked over, "About the Alkali Lake, I was thinking since we're already here, why don't we take a look when we have some time?"

"There's no need."

Sing Sing stared at her for two seconds, nodded, and put his hands back in his pockets.

"Fine, if you don't want to go, then don't. The lake isn't going anywhere."

As for the prisoners, Scatter lived a more comfortable life than anyone else, in a single cell in prison, with three meals a day, each with meat.

After the Alien Maggot finished eating, it slept, and when it woke up, it talked to itself in the corner.

The Magik's ward was the quietest in the entire Medical Zone.

The doctor performed a full physical examination and said that his vital signs were stable and he would wake up naturally in about a week.

On the seventh night, Sing Sing, who was sitting in the Gambit playing on his phone, suddenly heard the medical equipment beeping.

Looking up, the man who had been unconscious for seven days was staring blankly at the ceiling from the hospital bed.

The Gambit is awake.

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