"Here is our cultivation facility, Mr. Essex."
Chilly, damp air rushed over them, mixed with the strange sweet, fishy scent of disinfectant and nutrient solution. Led by several researchers, Mr. Sinister entered this Department of Defense cloning factory beneath the New Avengers Base.
As a Department of Defense collaborator and genetic engineering consultant, he had originally been considering how to get close to this place. Unexpectedly, the Department of Defense had invited him over that very day to assist with the final observation and assessment.
As expected, his luck had always been excellent.
"Hiss—"
With the soft sound of a hydraulic rod releasing pressure, the nearest cultivation pod slowly slid open. Inside, the viscous green nutrient fluid drained away like a receding tide. A woman stepped out, dazedly setting foot on the cold metal floor, her eyes vacant like a doll fresh off the assembly line.
"You'll be called... Julie." Mr. Sinister casually gave the woman a name, then continued, "You woke up a little early. Follow us for now."
Before he had even finished speaking.
"Whoosh!"
The instant his words fell, the woman turned into a streak of light and abruptly appeared behind Mr. Sinister.
"Genetic induction direction... super speed? Hmm, an interesting ability." Mr. Sinister looked over the report and asked the person beside him, "Was cognitive development and language training conducted in advance?"
"Huh?" The person in charge opened his mouth, utterly at a loss. "What... is that?"
Only upon hearing that answer did Mr. Sinister finally deign to look away from his data tablet. He sized the man up as though looking at a primitive, then slowly rubbed his brow.
"Oh, what a bunch of idiots..." Mr. Sinister sighed. "I assume what you want are soldiers, not a bunch of monkeys that only know how to