Chapter 1965: Pets
"What? They found a new element?"
Dangerly, who had just successfully completed the surgery and obtained the Cyclops identity, wore an expression of utter disbelief.
He had chosen Magneto's path, so he had absolutely no foundation in using firearms and weapons, and his hand-to-hand combat was terrible as well.
He was the kind of crippled big shot who had clearly touched the threshold of an Elite Intruder, yet actually performed worse than some Elite Reincarnators in this Punishment mission.
The only advantage was probably that, although he was also staying in the ICU, he still retained some ability to move and communicate compared to those who could not move at all.
Because of his poor performance in the previous mission and the wasted military formation, his standing within Rockefeller had plummeted. While he still retained the treatment his strength entitled him to, his say in matters had already fallen to the level of an ordinary Intruder.
The legion now merely regarded him as muscle. He had lost his former position in the decision-making ranks and could at most use his status as an Intruder to cast a vote on a proposal.
Even in such a disadvantageous position, Dangerly was still extremely tempted by the weight available in the Punishment mission. He envied the completely different treatment Albert had received after using Punishment weight in the last mission.
Yet because of his innate disadvantage, he still did not dare take risks lightly.
He had not even been willing to pay the B-Rank Plot needed to restore the mobility of an ordinary person's body, quietly lying here and waiting for his teammates to obtain intelligence before waking him.
If there was profit to be had, they could help him up. If they had no clue either, then they could