Su Ming himself drove the small truck, carrying the hibernation pod to Zhongsi Academy. It happened to be class time, and many children were leaving the dormitory to go to the teaching building.
They naturally saw Su Ming and stared at him fervently. Although none of them came forward to talk or performed dramatic scenes like crying and chasing cars or jumping into the sea to chase ships, their expressions were like seeing a hero descending from the sky.
Su Ming glanced at his statue on the campus and shrugged.
Are these kids brainwashed a bit too much? Why does it feel like I'm not cultivating the future space commanders, but rather fanatics?
However, being fervent is not a mistake. Although these people won't reach the high positions like Dotti and Natasha in the future, loyal followers are never too many.
Especially those I've cultivated myself, there won't be spies from other forces inside, at least for now, it's very clean.
Lorin, who was responsibly patrolling the campus order while walking amidst the morning snow, naturally noticed the out-of-place small truck. She walked over and discovered it was the big boss driving.
She showed a strange expression and approached the car window, "Mr. Wilson, what are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm planning to open a medical specialty in the academy recently. You know Dr. Holloway, right? He leveraged connections to donate a human body to us for specimen purposes."
"Ah?" Lorin looked at the truck compartment. Although she was previously an SSR special agent, she was just a clerk. After several easy years, she's forgotten when she last saw a dead body. She lowered her voice, "Is that a corpse in the compartment?"
"Yes, so to avoid chaos, we'll unload it only after the children start their classes." Su Ming smiled, eyeing Lorin up and down. She looked much softer now than when wearing a military uniform: "Help me find a couple of brave security guards to unload."
"I understand, but the children are too young now, isn't it too early to learn anatomy?" Lorin took the task but simultaneously raised questions.
It's known that even the oldest orphans here aren't yet 16, dealing with death and corpses is really a bit...
"Don't mind these details; even the Queen of England has seen corpses." Su Ming waved his hand and directly sat in the driver's seat, lighted a cigarette.
Lorin rolled her eyes; here it goes again, every time Mr. Wilson wants to do something, he always uses the Queen of England as proof, which makes it impossible to argue.
Otherwise, next comes theories like noble-style education, comprehensive development of morality, intellect, and physicality, and a bunch of inexplicable arguments.
She scratched her hair, sighed, and walked away.
Su Ming parked the small truck in front of the temporary dormitory of Xavier's mother and son, smoking and admiring the snow scenery. Winter in the swampy area seemed very barren, the alligators must have dug holes for hibernation.
The academy has many people and eyes, it's better to be cautious, not showing any abilities. It'll take years before these orphans can be exposed to some secrets.
Soon Lorin returned with two strong men.
Actually, the academy's security can be said to be direct followers from the distillery, they were initially Gin's enforcers.
How many bodies they've carried for the boss and Gin, and how many people were encased in cement and thrown into the Hudson River, they couldn't recall themselves.
But now they're older, lack culture, and those who mix well move up, leaving the rest as security guards.
Luckily, even as security guards, counting seniority wages, the treatment is not bad at all; besides being provided with meals and accommodation, there're benefits during holidays. They can shoot directly when someone intrudes into the school, any legal responsibility handled by the lawyer team. Does any job get easier than this?
So, when Lorin mysteriously came to the security office saying she was looking for two brave ones to carry bodies, none of the forty or fifty-year-old guys inside backed down.
Actually, Lorin was the only one kept in the dark.
"What is this?" The container opened, and Lorin looked at the 'coffin' filled with screens and wires, expressing her confusion.
Without thinking, Su Ming replied to her: "To reflect the sense of technology, I specially had a sci-fi decoration made so it could interest the kids more."
Lorin tried touching the screen, which showed many strange symbols like words but not words.
She's never seen such symbols; it should be constructed characters, right? These lanterns are quite interesting, too; they feel cold when touched, is it glass?
But thinking of Slade having friends like Howard, who are technology geniuses, she wasn't surprised.
She smiled and nodded as if she agreed: "Indeed, it's nice; I'm interested as long as I don't look at the corpse inside."
The Kree texts appear somewhat like various geometric figures, Lorin doesn't even recognize the monitor, how could she recognize alien texts?
Therefore, she was easily deceived.
Two security guards weren't enough for the instruments, so they called for two more, brought ropes and wooden bars, and the four carried the coffin into the dormitory and placed it in the public lounge.
"Thanks, brothers." Su Ming took out a banknote from the inside pocket of his coat, counted 200 US Dollars: "Go grab some coffee, all of you."
"Thanks, boss!" The guards were already used to it, shouting in unison, took the money and left immediately, each with a very natural expression.
Lorin still felt somewhat strange, her little face squeezed together; why does this feel like a black market corpse disposal scene? Could these people have been professional enforcers before?
But she quickly shook her head, dismissed her imagination, Wilson Enterprises engages in department store business, still being SSR's sponsor, how could there be any black market connections, heh.
Besides, this is a school, where the guards usually are very amiable, naturally only brave simply.
Su Ming noticed Lorin's small gesture and found her muddled expression quite amusing, but now business is pressing.
"The class bell rang, doesn't Director Lorin need to work?" Su Ming raised his chin, posing as the boss.
"Oh, right, work." Lorin patted her forehead, embarrassedly smiled, upon seeing the corpse, she forgot serious matters, now she is also a teacher: "Then goodbye, Mr. Wilson."
She pushed the door and left, then a small figure slipped in through the door crack not long after she left.
The newcomer wore an all-white camouflage suit, still covered with snowflakes, obviously hiding in the accumulation of snow outside for a long time.
Although the white wool mask only exposed two eyes, it was enough for Su Ming to recognize who it was.
It was Natasha, who had received orders earlier, responsible for protecting Xavier's mother and son.
"Instructor Lorin left; she didn't notice anything unusual, even hummed a song as if very pleased." Natasha lifted her mask and took a breath.
"That's good; the protective measures can be withdrawn, they're no longer in danger." Su Ming handed the remaining stack of money to Natasha, her small hand was ice-cold: "Christmas is coming, you're all on holiday starting now, let Ciri take you out to have fun; credit me if you run out of money, big merchants in New York should give me some face."
"Thank you."
Natasha happily hugged him and dashed off. Although they're proletarian warriors who despise decaying capitalist festivals, going out is always good.
Su Ming smiled and shook his head; Natasha really seemed quite childlike now.
Nonetheless, he quickly restrained his smile and slowly walked up the stairs; he needs to discuss deeper matters with the deceased's family.