Chapter 700: Scream: Francis Barrison (Second update, please subscribe!)

Ravencroft Institute; though named an institute, it is actually a laboratory specializing in the study and incarceration of abnormal humans.

After arriving in San Francisco, Tony Stark funded this institute for the sole purpose of reaching an abnormal human held within.

Francis Barrison.

Codename: Scream!

At this moment, Tony Stark stood before Francis Barrison’s cell.

The cell’s security was extremely tight. The only entrance was a security door of astonishing thickness, and the room’s walls, floor, and ceiling were all constructed from special sound-insulating and sound-absorbing materials.

Inside the cell was a smaller rectangular enclosure made entirely of transparent glass and plastic; it was incredibly sturdy and possessed top-tier soundproofing and sonic-wave resistance.

The small cell contained only a bed, a washbasin, and a toilet. It was monitored from every angle with no blind spots, and guards kept watch in shifts twenty-four hours a day.

You talk about privacy?

Those locked up here don't even have human rights, so how could they have privacy?

Forget sleeping; even when using the toilet, someone was watching. Any abnormal movement would immediately trigger a loudspeaker warning.

If one refused to comply, while there were no tiger benches or chili water, hypnotic gas and irritants would immediately flood the small cell, letting you know exactly who was in charge!

Inside the small cell, Francis Barrison, who had been lying on her side, sat up upon hearing the noise. Because she had once injured her left eye, her eyes were different colors, giving her a very eerie look when she stared at people.

Of course, if her skin were fairer and her features more attractive, it wouldn't be eerie—it would be alluring.

"It's you!"

Francis Barrison recognized Tony Stark, who had been brought in by a staff member in a lab coat.

She didn't know Tony Stark's name, nor did she know who he was; she only knew that after he visited her last time, her treatment had improved significantly.

"Can I speak with her alone?" Tony Stark turned to ask the staff member.

The staff member was hesitant but agreed; after all, it was the request of a major donor, and it was hard to refuse. Besides, there was surveillance everywhere, so in every respect, there was an absolute guarantee of safety.

"No problem."

The staff member nodded, taught Tony Stark how to use the communicator to talk to Francis Barrison, and then turned and left.

The reason for using the communicator was simple: the small cell’s soundproofing was excellent, and Francis Barrison’s voice couldn't get out. Furthermore, she possessed sonic abilities, so communication usually required the device. This way, even if she used her powers during the conversation, they could immediately shut off the communicator to avoid sonic damage.

"Who are you?" Francis Barrison stared at Tony Stark and asked.

Tony Stark smiled and said, "My name is Tony Stark. For your sake, I’ve donated quite a lot of money to this place."

Francis Barrison frowned and sneered, "I don't know you, so just say it—what is your goal!"

"Cletus Kasady—that name should sound familiar, right?"

"Of course! He is my one true love!"

Francis Barrison stood up with a jolt, her hands clawing at the sturdy transparent wall as she asked excitedly, "You know him? How is he? Is he still alive?"

"He's dying."

"What?!!!"

"No! He can't die, he can't die, I won't allow him to die!"

The mere mention of him dying sent Francis Barrison into an instant frenzy. Her hands pounded against the wall repeatedly, her expression hysterical.

With her roars and screams, her voice gradually became piercing. Her sonic ability was released in her uncontrollable madness, passing through the communicator and into Tony Stark's ears.

Although her scream was piercing, the "ding" that followed was wonderful.

Sonic or sound-wave ability acquired.

Francis Barrison raved for a while before gradually calming down. A flash of madness crossed her eyes as she stared fixedly at Tony Stark. "I have to save him! Let me out, and I'll agree to any condition you set!"

Tony Stark shook his head. "You don't have any bargaining chips that interest me."

"Impossible!"

"You just said you specifically funded this hellhole for me. Why would you do that for no reason?"

"My ability? Or... my body? In any case, there must be something about me that attracts you!"

It must be said that although years of research and torture had left Francis Barrison mentally unstable, when it came to her beloved, her sharp intellect regained the high ground.

How could Tony Stark not have an agenda?

If it were only for her ability or her connection to Carnage, there would be no need for him to fund this place, or even to show his face.

Sonic ability isn't necessarily strong, but it isn't weak either. However, this ability is a great tool for dealing with symbiotes. Although the symbiotes in this world have been mostly dealt with, in other worlds—especially the main world—symbiotes and the God of Symbiotes might emerge to cause trouble at any time.

Therefore, it is necessary to have a few sonic-ability users prepared.

Currently, the number of sonic-ability users under his command is not large: Black Canary (Dinah Lance) from the neighboring DC Justice League universe, the mutant Riva from the *Gifted* world, and Black Black Siren from Earth-2 of the DC *Arrow* universe.

Just those few.

Black Canary and Black Black Siren cannot stay in the main Marvel universe for long, and Riva will be responsible for the commercial sector in the future, so this Francis Barrison is just right!

Although her love for Carnage's host, Cletus Kasady, can transcend life and death, that doesn't mean the two of them won't die.

The fate of Carnage and Cletus Kasady is already sealed. Once they die, Francis Barrison will naturally enter his service, follow him, and work for him.

"I won't let you out, but I can tell you an important piece of news regarding Cletus Kasady!"

"In exchange, you must promise me that if Cletus Kasady dies one day, you will spend the rest of your life working for me and obeying my orders."

"Fine!"

Francis Barrison agreed without hesitation. To her, no condition was more important than news about Cletus Kasady.

Besides, if Cletus Kasady died, her remaining life would have no meaning anyway, so what would it matter if she worked for him?