The Final Cleanup

Spider-Man, wearing a white lab coat with his mask half-pulled up, was eating military rations brought by U.S. military soldiers while studying how to cure Angela Ashford's symptoms.

Even if a complete cure is impossible, we must find a way to improve her condition, at least to spare this twelve-year-old girl the pain of fighting the wrong virus with Antiviral Serum. It's like treating her body like a biological battlefield.

Spider-Man, who had just taken a sip of incredibly awful coffee and was feeling refreshed, suddenly noticed, "Hey, where are Mr. Duck and the others? I haven't seen them anywhere."

Knowing where the Animal Squad was, and also helping Spider-Man- Man, Grey answered from the side, "They're moving the Canary Device to the next drug delivery location, and maybe they'll also hide away for a meal."

"Hidden away while eating? Why? Oh, are they Mandalorians from Star Wars, bound by a doctrine that they can't show their true faces to others?"

"It's obvious they just don't want to reveal their true identities." Although Jean Grey knew who the Duck Plushie was, she didn't want to delve into the identities of the others since they hadn't been exposed yet.

Most of the X-Men, who had been working all night, retreated to the rooftop, some collapsing from exhaustion. Pushing Professor X's wheelchair, Storm asked curiously, "Professor, didn't you try to find out who the others were?"

"Ororo, indiscriminately invading other people's minds is hardly polite. I will try my best to avoid doing so. But even if I sense someone's presence through consciousness waves, I can't 'see' them."

"What does this mean?" Storm, puzzled.

Jean Grey chimed in, "It means their helmets have the same function as Magneto's helmet—they can block Mind Stone."

"Oh, so you guys didn't know either. I thought you all knew each other," Spider-Man said absentmindedly. He suddenly realized something, clutched his head, and looked at the X-Men in horror. "Could it be...?"

Professor X, in his usual deep and steady voice, said, "Don't worry, Spider-Man. We'll be very restrained in this kind of behavior. As long as you don't pose a fatal threat to us, we don't want to pry into other people's privacy and secrets. Knowing too much isn't always a good thing." "Really?" Spider-Man was skeptical, but he didn't have a good way to verify it. He tried to shift his focus. "Hey, Professor Ross and the others went back downstairs and haven't come back up?"

"Because they have more important things to do."

"More important? What is it?"

Jean Grey looked at Spider-Man, whose innocent, goofy expression was still evident even through the mask. "You don't actually think that once the Antiviral Serum is developed and released on a large scale, nothing else will happen, do you, Spider-Man?"

"Oh, yes. Indeed, there's still a lot of cleanup work to do to get Raccoon City back to normal. Do you think the virus could still remain in the corpses that were once Zombies?"

"Whether it's real or not, leaving a pile of corpses to bake in the scorching sun will turn Raccoon City into a living Hell in less than three days. And it's still summer, not winter."

As she spoke, Jean Grey's gaze drifted to the street outside the building. It was originally the direction from which the Zombies horde was attacking, but it was wiped out by Rogue's ray of fire, and even the underground gas pipelines exploded.

The road now looks like it's been ravaged by an underground Monster; it's all bulged and cracked, and the engineers have a lot of work to do to fix it.

However, the Rogue's power actually came from the person inside that duck puppet... As for who should be blamed, it's a complete mess. Professor X's complete silence on the matter speaks volumes about his attitude.

Seeing that Spider-Man was about to continue arguing, Jill Valentine, worried about Angela's condition, couldn't help but interrupt Spider-Man. "Although I really don't want to rush you, Spider-Man, is it okay for you to keep getting distracted like this?"

Spider-Man quickly explained, "Oh, I've found a way. It's using gene therapy to replace Angela's diseased gene with a normal human gene segment. It uses a RISPR scalpel and RR induction method; this method is very safe."

"It's not replacing animal genes, it's replacing human genes, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?" Spider-Man thought to himself. "Using this method to make gene-altering agents will make the chemical synthesis reactor come in handy, and it won't interfere with the bioreactor used to make Antiviral Serum. So I've already started the manufacturing process, and it should take about... um, sixteen minutes."

"However, this method has a drawback: the treatment effect only lasts for a period of time. Therefore, I prefer to combine it with stem cell therapy to see if the lesion genes can be completely eliminated at the genetic level."

"Doing this might cause some pain during the injection, but it won't require anesthesia like a bone marrow transplant. Follow-up monitoring is necessary."

"I heard that Angela's father is also a PhD in biology. I'll try to exchange contact information with him and leave him the formula for the drug. What If...? needed, he can make the gene serum himself."

In fact, this method is just the Lizard's Lizard Serum, simply replacing lizard genes with those of healthy humans.

Jean Grey was well aware of the sensation this treatment would cause if it worked. So, while she helped Spider-Man, she stayed away from the design and production of the drug to avoid any potential conflicts of interest. Although Little Bug didn't seem to care much.

However, Spider-Man's explanation caught Jean Grey's attention. "Gene therapy? So this drug is only effective for Angela personally, not a universal treatment for ALS."

"Yes, the latter involves many considerations. I don't think Mr. Duck will give me that much time to research. But solving Angela's problem alone is actually quite easy," the honest Spider-Man- Man said frankly.

The Spider-Man's unintentional Versailles left Jean Grey speechless. What If...? this disease were so easily cured, would it be called a terminal illness? However, considering that Dr. Stephen Hawking, who also suffered from this disease since 1963, is still alive and well, one should know that the so-called terminal illness only applies to ordinary people. There is always a way for certain types of people to survive, no matter what that way is.

"In short, there's no need to worry about Angela's condition." These were the words of Ida Wong, who hadn't left.

Jill Valentine said sourly, "I thought you were planning to bury your face in the computer. Back to the real world now?" "Before, I was using this computer to connect to the internet and see how the online world reacted after that 'Anonymous' exposed Umbrella Corporation's actions and information about viruses and Antiviral Serum. I share your desire to bring down Umbrella."

"Is there any good news?" Jill Valentine's hostility lessened slightly. "In short, Umbrella is in trouble," Ida Wong replied succinctly.