America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"If anyone wants to take something, let them take it," the old man said to Liqun with a smile.

"Why has Dad become so generous?" Li Qun asked Wade, puzzled.

"Maybe it's from reading," Wade replied.

The old man smiled and shook his head, then picked up the teapot and poured himself some tea.

"Father has learned a new spell that will prevent things in the shop from being stolen," Father said.

"I'll try."

Li Qun went downstairs with great interest, casually picked up the abacus from the counter, stuffed it into his coat, and walked out of the pawnshop.

Li Qun was momentarily distracted; the abacus inside his coat had vanished.

Walking back into the pawnshop, the abacus was placed in its original position on the counter.

The old man came downstairs with a teacup in his hand, smiling as he looked at Liqun.

"That's amazing," Liqun said to his father.

"Is it possible to make someone repeatedly return to the same place?" Wade asked his father from the corner of the stairs.

“That’s possible, but I won’t do it,” Dad said.

"Being trapped in a maze!"

"What's the solution?" Liqun asked his father.

"Keep walking in one direction without looking back, and be determined," the old man replied.

"What if you turn back, or lose your willpower?" Wade asked curiously.

“The most common scenario is that it returns to its original position,” Dad replied.

"What's unusual?" Wade continued to ask.

“There are many examples in myths and legends where people are left in the underworld,” the old man said.

"Terrible."

“From a mage’s perspective, they were left in another dimension,” the old man said.

"Could Walter White be a mage?" Wade turned to Li Qun and asked.

“He used to be a chemistry teacher, but whether he was a mage is unclear. Stephanie didn’t tell me much either,” Li Qun said.

"Today, Dr. Banner told me with a very serious expression that he discovered Walter White's pupils had turned green."

"Stephanie's father has some serious problems; he doesn't seem to be a marginal figure."

"He went for a long run in the park this morning and also learned fitness tips from a group of muscular men."

"Is someone with advanced cancer really that energetic?"

“If it were any other late-stage cancer patient, they would cough up blood every few steps they took,” Wade said, squinting.

“Wade, I can sense that you’re anxious,” Li Qun said.

“I am not anxious.”

"I'm just worried."

“Is there some kind of curse to being a father? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone who can be a good father,” Wade said.

"Isn't that going too far? Isn't my uncle a good father?" Li Qun asked.

"Judging from Shuangxi's performance, I don't think so," Wade said.

“Your criteria for judging a good father are a bit too strict,” Li Qun said.

……

……

"Norman, what exactly do you mean?"

Are you trying to kick me aside again?

"You think that saving my life this time will wipe out all the debts?"

"What do you mean I'm thinking too extremely? What do you mean I'm experiencing serious drug side effects now?"

"You just think the research is almost complete, and you can continue even without me!"

I need to see you!

"Don't make me go to your house to find you!"

Walter White angrily hung up the phone, his hands bulging with veins and his pupils glowing green.

He was home alone when he made the call, and no one else knew as he vented his anger on the phone.

Walter White, wearing a vest and shorts, sat on the sofa and adjusted the air conditioning to 20 degrees Celsius.

He felt very hot, and his bald head was covered in sweat.

He admitted that his abnormal body temperature was due to the medication, but he did not admit to having a mental disorder, nor did he believe that the medication had made him mentally unstable.

The medication is working to activate his immune system; the abnormal body temperature is a manifestation of the immune response, and his immune system is killing the cancer cells in his body.

As memories of Albuquerque flooded back, Walter White vaguely heard another version of himself speaking to him. Walter White's expression was icy, sending chills down one's spine.

Another voice in his head was urging Walter White to kill Norman Osborn.

“I need him to live…” Walter White said to himself.

"Little Walter needs him to live."

"His life belongs to me."

The voice of his other self gradually faded away, and Walter White covered his forehead and fell asleep on the sofa.

A few hours later, Stephanie returned home from school and saw her father fast asleep on the sofa. She went over and woke him up.

How did I fall asleep?

"Why is the air conditioner so cold? Be careful not to catch a cold," Stephanie said with concern.

"The air conditioner might be broken." Walter picked up the air conditioner remote and turned the temperature up a bit.

"Dad, what would you like to eat tonight?"

Stephanie washed her hands and prepared to make dinner.

“I’ll eat whatever you make,” Walter said casually.

He turned on the TV and sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

He felt he had lost some memories. He glanced at the trash can and the floor; he hadn't drunk any alcohol.

Walter kept his doubts to himself and pretended nothing had happened.

Walter's phone suddenly vibrated, and he took it out to glance at the text message.

"When are you free? Let's meet at the Osborne Building." - Norman Osborne

"I'm available anytime." - Walter White

"I'll have someone pick you up by car at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." - Norman Osborne

"good."

Walter White closed his phone, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Why did Norman Osborne suddenly want to meet him?

Chapter 297 How would I know?

"Try it on."

Bruce Banner tossed his red and black combat uniform onto the sofa, and Wade reached out and picked it up to examine it closely.

"Aren't these underwear a little too small?" Wade looked up at Dr. Banner.

“It’s your size. You’ll know once you put it on,” Dr. Banner said to Wade.

Wade didn't shy away and put on his combat suit right there on the sofa. Dr. Banner simply turned around calmly and waited for Wade to change before turning back.

"It's chilly," Wade said.

“The combat suit is very breathable, and I’ve modified the formula for the bulletproof material, increasing its content by three times,” Dr. Banner said.

"Will the bulletproof capability be reduced by three times?" Wade asked worriedly.

"Give me your gun." Dr. Banner reached out to Wade, asking for Wade's pistol.

"Here, Colt 1911."

“Actually, I wanted to buy a Desert Eagle, but I didn’t have enough money. This 1911 is third-hand, but it’s in very good condition.” Wade handed the pistol to Dr. Banner.

"Go stand over there."

Dr. Banner pointed the gun at the corner of the wall.

"Isn't this place okay?"

Wade walked to the wall.

“The bullet will bounce off, and I’m not sure where it will bounce to,” Dr. Banner said to Wade.

“You can fire all your bullets in one go,” Wade said.

Bruce Banner held the gun with both hands, his grip was very standard, and although he was a scientist, he had received formal military training.

Gunshots rang out in the Sanctuary, and spent cartridges fell to the ground one after another; Dr. Banner had run out of bullets.

"How are you feeling?" Dr. Banner asked Wade.

"I don't feel anything."

Wade raised his arms in a defensive stance, his red and black combat suit perfectly shielding him from the pistol fire.

"very good."

Wade loosened his hips, swayed his waist as he walked toward Dr. Banner, and retrieved his 1911.