The Lovesick School Nurse / The Princess's Assassination

Currently, Director Nick has adopted Kevin's suggestion and is working to find Scarlet Witch and her siblings, as well as Magneto Erik's ex-wife.

With S.H.I.E.L.D..'s intelligence network, they should have results soon. But they can't be relied upon in the short term for dealing with the X-Men.

The BSAA team is also dealing with bio-terrorist incidents in South America and East Slavia, and right now only the fledgling Avengers and the newly emerging SCP Foundation can be relied upon.

"Tomorrow, President Benford will give a speech at the University of Southern California and hopes to meet with and offer condolences to the survivors of Catalina Island..."

"According to internal sources, he intends to classify the military's [Skynet Project] and completely shut down this dangerous project..."

"This move will definitely provoke the hatred of some people, so President Benford, who has had contact with the Avengers, wants us to take charge of the off-site security. Nick also agrees with this..."

Black Widow Natasha distributed the compiled materials to everyone present, feeling somewhat amused.

Using his former Soviet intelligence identity to protect a sitting US president? That's probably the first case in history.

Kevin frowned. Being the President of the United States isn't easy; it's a life-threatening job...

Of the nearly 45 U. S. presidents to date, nine have been assassinated, four of whom have died—nearly one in ten...

President Benford, who has affected the interests of many, is clearly in a very dangerous situation.

Although he had now sent his "presidential nemesis," Comrade Leon, to South America to deal with drug lords, for some reason, his inner unease was growing stronger.

"By the way, where's Ada?"

The commander looked around and noticed that a certain familiar figure seemed to be missing, so he frowned and asked.

Sakurami Haruharu, who was closest to that woman, answered Kevin's question as if nothing had happened.

"She's going on a special mission, the details of which she doesn't want anyone to know..."

Special... mission... The commander carefully considered the words, his brow furrowed until the plan was finalized and the meeting adjourned.

P. S.: Being the President of the United States is truly a high-risk profession. I looked it up, and of the 45 presidents, four died and nine were assassinated...

So, this current US president, do you want them dead or alive?

Thanks to @ sister for the reward of 5 spicy strips, and thank you to @baker's Zhenhun Street Salted Fish Stirring for the reward. This month's reward is open again, thank you very much.

Chapter 286, Section 300: The Obsessed Woman School Doctor

By afternoon, the group had moved from Las Vegas to the Stark Industries Tower in Los Angeles.

Sarah leaned back on the sofa in the side room, took a cigarette from the box, lit it, and looked at the bustling traffic outside the floor-to-ceiling window. She felt that the past few months had been like a dream, not quite real.

I'm afraid even this scenic spot would have been a life savings I couldn't have gotten in the past.

Life is truly unpredictable.

As Sarah was deep in thought, a can of iced cola was handed to her from behind. The commander who had once saved her life was leaning back on another sofa, looking somewhat languid.

Behind him stood three Yuhar Robot: 2B, A2, Scanner Unit 21, all seemingly obedient to him.

The Mother of New Humans couldn't help but look on with envy, as if these robots had never been so obedient when she gave them orders.

"Actually, I've been desperately trying to escape, but now that I've stopped to think, I'm very confused..."

"We have such a prosperous civilization, with so many Super Hero, why are we heading towards destruction?"

"If even you cannot survive in the future, then what right do ordinary people like me have to give birth to offspring who will lead humanity?"

Sarah, now living in a stable environment, has actually thought about many things, but the deeper she thinks, the more confused she becomes.

Kevin took out the ice-blue sword and shield emblem and examined it with great interest.

"Because the essence of the universe is chaos and disorder, even if locally ordered environments appear, they will still tend towards chaos in the process of development..."

"Some individuals may be very powerful, but our enemies will be even more powerful..."

The commander's first words were actually derived from some inferences of the "principle of entropy increase," and at that moment, he suddenly understood the meaning of the word "Anti-Entropy."

Eradicate the Honkai disasters, safeguard civilization from chaos, and restore order to the world.

It is indeed a very tempting concept. No wonder the brilliant minds behind [Anti-Entropy] have been able to rival [Schicksal], which has lasted to this day, in just over a hundred years of development.

Then, Kevin smiled at Sarah's other question.

"If I hadn't told you the established history, could you have guessed that the cause of World War I was just that of a Serbian youth Princip Gavrilo Princip?"

"You probably never imagined that Nazism, which swept the world, was actually initiated by an Austrian-born German hourly worker on the banks of the Vienna River..."

"Remember, fate may be unpredictable, but the future can be changed. Isn't that why we make so many efforts?"

"Don't worry, with everyone here, I'm afraid you won't be able to maintain your identity Mother of New Humans..."

Sarah, feeling uneasy, couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this, raising her Coke can to clink glasses with Kevin.

However, the commander's heart was not as calm and carefree as it appeared; one question had been constantly troubling him.

According to declassified documents from the bunker command center, John Connor's group of humans were among the first to emerge from the effects of the nuclear explosion and activate the Artificial Intelligence defense system [White Queen].

So, where did all these powerful life forms on Earth go?

Or perhaps the nuclear explosion was merely a symptom, and something far more deadly is likely lurking in Siberia region.

On another note, Kevin, reviewing the moves of the Red Queen, couldn't help but admire this incredibly intelligent Artificial Intelligence.

After repeated setbacks, she decisively abandoned her plan to invade the land and instead ordered the Terminator fleet to retreat to the deep sea, a decision that proved quite wise.

Otherwise, the mutants and S.H.I.E.L.D.. fighting in New York alone, along with the peripheral Anti-Entropy -Entropy, would be enough to capture and utterly defeat Skynet.

It seems that this is just the beginning; Siberia region is the real stage.

But before that, we need to resolve the minor issue of the Red Queen remaining in Los Angeles; we mustn't let things go wrong unexpectedly.

At the same time, a furtive figure sneaked into someone's laboratory.

The visitor removed her hood, revealing a head of dazzling blonde hair. She then unbuttoned her shirt and pulled out five or six still-warm glass tubes from her bulging chest, shoving them all at the room's occupant— Sakurami Haruharu.

"Hair, skin tissue, blood, and this—it's all here..."

Dr. Ouma was even able to clearly see the woman's shameful breast size and her white lace lingerie during this process.

Then, she pushed up her glasses, shimmering the murky liquid the visitor had just pulled out, her gaze somewhat puzzled.

"They all scattered in the bathtub, so I just put them all here..."

Shizuka Marikawa stuck out her tongue a little shyly, but when she saw Sakurami Haruharu examining these things one by one under the microscope, her originally innocent face showed great interest, and she curiously leaned closer.

"So, you're in the bathtub..."

While recording data, Sakurami Haruharu casually inquired about the origin of this item.

"Yes, I did it, and it felt great! I hope I can go again sometime..."

Shizuka Marikawa nodded eagerly, her face flushed with excitement as she savored the afterglow, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Sakurami Haruharu's hand slipped, and the tweezers fell onto the metal lab bench, her face turning somewhat dark.

The female school doctor sensed the oppressive atmosphere in the room, involuntarily shrank her neck, hesitated for a moment, and then cautiously replied.

"Hmm, if it's Chunxia-chan, would you mind if we went together next time?"

Sakurami Haruharu sighed and rubbed her forehead in Affliction, slumping onto the table and rolling her eyes at the adorable but clueless female school doctor.

"Aren't you his personal doctor? You could have just cleaned the room this morning and brought back some samples, couldn't you? I didn't ask you to sleep with him! You idiot, you know you've been taken advantage of!"

Shizuka Marikawa felt a sudden tightness in her chest, then patted her chest with a sigh of relief.

"So Xiao Chunxia wasn't trying to take it from me, that's good, that's good..."

"If there are too many people, there won't be any left..."

Sakurami Haruharu is speechless at her current best friend's thought process.

"Alright, whatever you want! Tell me about his situation at the time..."

Shizuka Marikawa bit her index finger, thought seriously, and finally, blushing, gave her answer solemnly.

"Anyway... very brave! And persistent... sob sob..."

Unable to bear it any longer, Sakurami Haruharu immediately reached out and pressed down on her best friend's lips, which were still earnestly describing her words. Veins bulged on her beautiful forehead, and her teeth were chattering.

"Enough, you Obsessed Woman!"

"What I need are his physiological changes, such as body temperature, muscle contractions, pupil dilation, and vasoconstriction!"

Immediately, Sakurami Haruharu, whose patience had been worn down by her best friend, tore at Shizuka Marikawa's cheeks, finally getting this Obsessed Woman with men all day, to obediently reveal the information she wanted.

If I hadn't been asked to find out the aftereffects you left in Toko City, I wouldn't care whether this bastard lives or dies!

Feeling unusually irritable today, Sakurami Haruharu looked at her best friend beside her, who was staring at her like a lovesick fool, and couldn't help but sigh in Affliction.

Chapter 287, Section 301: Assassinating the Princess

Night falls at a hotel in Los Angeles, where President Benford is staying.

The middle-aged man, whose hair was somewhat gray but neatly combed, wiped his glasses, put on his pajamas, sat at his desk, and looked through tomorrow's speech draft.

He wasn't too concerned about security, since the entire floor was basically under lockdown by his own security team.

Moreover, Helena stayed close by in the corridor, guarding the door, ready to burst in at the slightest sound.

Just as President Benford had expected, a security guard was leaning back in his chair, staring at the monitor screen, keeping a close eye on the movements of the members in the corridor.

However, within three seconds of him twisting his neck and looking away from the console, the screen flashed with static before returning to normal, as if nothing had changed.

After working for a while, President Benford got up and stretched, then drew back the curtains.

As midnight approached, a light rain was falling from the night sky outside the glass window.

If he could hear the rain and feel the wind, he would feel much better, but President Benford just shook his head helplessly and withdrew his hand.

He vaguely knew that National Security Advisor Simmons was close to the military's radical faction.

Meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D.., the massive intelligence agency that was originally aloof and indifferent to the military and politics, has gradually begun to curry favor with him due to frequent internal purges and its deep involvement in conflicts with mutants.

"The Family" is a mysterious organization operating in the United States. They want to build a "big family" that meets their ideals around the world, and the United States is the "parent" they have chosen.

Coincidentally, according to S.H.I.E.L.D..'s investigation, many of the exposed members of the "family" were radical military representatives, and they had close ties with security advisor Simmons.

Hopefully, you won't go down the wrong path, Simmons...

President Benford pondered for a moment, sighed slightly, and looked up again, but his gaze towards the window suddenly narrowed.

Because the drizzling rain in front of him had actually parted to the sides, revealing a clear and transparent human silhouette, and that "thing" was silently staring at him through the window.

This is the 37th floor!

President Benford was horrified and instinctively cried out, only to find that his Adam's apple moved several times, but he could not open his lips.

At the same time, like a puppet on a string, he reached out and opened the window. The steel structure outside was silently corroded and dissolved by a silvery liquid.

The "thing" floated gently into the room, completely unaffected by gravity. When the hood on the opposite side was gently lifted, Benford's expression became even more astonished.

Because he had seen this face before!

At dawn, at Edwards Air Force Base, three transport planes that had received special orders slowly landed.

Two teams of soldiers, dressed in black Nano-suit and wearing octopus-face masks, separated themselves from the aircrew who came to inspect the vehicle and loaded the contents of the cargo box into a sealed black truck.

For some reason, the three transport planes and the two squadrons did not seem to have any obvious markings.

However, since their paperwork was complete, and given the recent Catalina Island incident, the Air Force has been frequently reassigned, with almost all the higher-ranking officers at the base being transferred out.

Therefore, nobody wants to cause trouble, after all, there are plenty of secrets in this country.

After the two groups of soldiers walked a distance from Edwards Air Force Base, they put on armbands with blue and white parasol insignia and then drove towards the city.

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles' extensive drainage system, clumps of mercury-like liquid wriggled and climbed, squeezing into dark corners of the ground through interconnected gaps in manhole covers and other openings.

The University of Southern California (University of Southern California) is the oldest and most prestigious private research university on the West Coast of the United States, a world-renowned institution of higher learning, located in Los Angeles.

This historic school boasts the number one film school and the number one journalism school in the nation, making its influence in the media field extremely significant.

It is said that USC alumni have won the most Academy Awards in the United States, and film giants such as Steven Spielberg and George Lucas, the "father of Star Wars," are alumni.

Of course, President Benford's choice to give his speech at the University of Southern California was likely due to its formidable media power; he hoped to use this platform to pressure the military to completely shut down Skynet.

However, this upcoming lecture is not simply a dialogue with students; business and political figures from Los Angeles, as well as representatives of the victims of Catalina Island, are among those invited.