Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

Chapter 98 Eastbound (3)

The messy, dimly lit room seemed to be rummaged out from a garbage heap, with stained equipment parts that could never be cleaned, and countless wine bottles thrown under the bed.

This is the whole life of him and his father.

If he ever knew what it was like to be rich, it was decades ago, but it was too far away.

So far away, poverty and illness have been deeply rooted in the bones of their father and son, and this sky full of ice and snow and biting cold, perhaps, will also be with them for the rest of their lives.

"Ivan the bug, why haven't you finished the job I gave you? Do you still want to take the job from me?"

Ice and snow penetrated through the thin soles, freezing his soles stiff, but the domineering attitude and dirty language of the person in front of him made his body and mind even more tired and cold.

It's not because he can't stand such verbal insults. In the face of survival, dignity is not important at all, and he has already discarded his dignity. He is just afraid.

Because this might be the last job he could find in this small town.

"Damn it! If I didn't look at you pitifully, how could I have risked being inspected and missed some work for you..."

Numbly reassuring and apologizing repeatedly, he numbly and slowly turned around and left after the owner of the electronic repair shop called out the word "scroll".

Looking at Xiao Suo's back as he went away, a trace of unbearableness flashed in the eyes of the owner of the repair shop, but he quickly hid the unbearableness, turned around, and looked at a person standing in the corner of the shop, with a flattering smile on his face .

That is the inspector of the government. From now on, he dare not give the poor father and son any more work, because he also wants to live.

this damn life...

"father!"

Pushing open the small door with his tired body, Ivan Vanke burst into tears when he saw his father lying on the bed clutching his chest and moaning in pain.

Rushing to the edge of the crib and hugging his father tightly, Ivan hoped that this would make him feel better, but he had no choice but to do so.

Without drugs, that would be too much of a luxury for them.

"Ivan, my, my son."

Anton Wanke said tremblingly, whether it was cold or pain, maybe both: "Don't, don't worry about me anymore...Go back, go back to the United States, there, there is..."

Ivan was taken aback by his father's intermittent words and the sound of his breathing like a broken bellows. How could this attack be so serious?
As if realizing something, Ivan held his father's dry palm tightly despite the tears on his face, "Don't leave me like your mother, please, please..."

Siberia in the early spring was still very cold, but when the ray of spring sunshine shone into the cold cabin, Ivan Vanke still felt the little warmth.

Looking back in astonishment, he looked at the people in long white coats and gloves who filed in, and he couldn't help feeling a little flustered: "What are you doing? We've been staying here all this time, and we haven't been anywhere! It's been so many years , don’t you really give us a way out!”

He regarded these people as government watchdogs.

"It seems that we are not too late."

Bruce and Remy Loeb, who were wearing pure black windbreakers, also walked into the cabin at this time. After seeing the haggard old man on the bed and Ivan Vanke lying beside the bed, Bruce looked at Lei with a sigh of relief. Meadow.

He probably remembered that it was because of his father's death that Ivan Vanke strengthened his revenge and transferred his hatred of Howard to Tony, which triggered the plot of Steel 2.

So before arriving here, he notified the Siberia base to send a medical team over just in case, and now it seems that this is really the right decision.

"These people are all doctors, Mr. Wanke. If you want to stop them from rescuing your father, I personally have no objection."

Bruce looked at the hut while talking. To be honest, the room smelled of wine and motor oil, mixed with the smell of sweat. I don’t know how the two father and son lived under such conditions for so long. .

Ivan Vanke watched these people in white take out all kinds of medical equipment from the suitcase swiftly, and he didn't dare to stop them for a long time. Instead, he stayed far away, for fear of disturbing these people's treatment of his father.

"His liver and heart have serious problems. Now he can only take some medicine temporarily to stabilize his condition. If he wants further treatment, I suggest transferring him to the base."

After a while, the leader of the medical team walked up to Bruce and said in a low voice, but Bruce simply asked, "I don't care where I am treated, I just want to know, is there any help?"

"It won't be a big problem if you go back to the base. This kind of illness is no longer a big problem under the existing medical conditions at the base."

Bruce nodded when he heard the words, and when he looked up, he saw Ivan looking at him with a worried face.

"I know that you were wronged when you were sent here, but in the face of the game of interests, the loser has no right to resist. I don't care about the so-called espionage crimes on you, and I will not persuade you to let go of your desire for revenge. , Now, I will give you a chance to choose."

Seeing Bruce's indifferent expression, Remi Loeb couldn't help muttering, "Here we go again..."

"Give you freedom, give you wealth, and I will give you, dignity, and give you a healthy father, Ivan, and what I want is your loyalty and your talents. This is what I give you." Give you multiple choice questions, accept, or reject?"

Ivan Vanke looked at Bruce in front of him, and said in disbelief, "You, can you clear us of espionage charges and take us out of here?"

Remy leaned against the door frame, and suddenly snorted coldly: "Don't talk about cleaning up the trumped-up espionage crime, even if you are really spies, if we take you away, the Russian government can't stop us."

Hearing what Remy said with such confidence, Ivan Vanke immediately said that he had no problem, and he was always thinking about taking his father away from this miserable life.

All the ambitions, the desire for fame and wealth, are insignificant in the face of the life and death of his close relatives. Now he only wants his father to live, so that he can have a chance to live a better life.

Seeing that Ivan Vanke chose to go with him so simply, Bruce gave him a meaningful look.

The man in front of him didn't have much vengeance in his eyes, no sinister intentions, and no desperate madness. He was just a son who worried about his father, a fairly "normal" scientist.

Stop talking nonsense, Bruce smiled and patted the shoulder of this middle-aged man who looked a bit sloppy, "You are welcome to join, this will be a win-win cooperation, trust me."

"thanks……"

(End of this chapter)