In Kansas, USA, sixteen young people are ready to set off in a log cabin in the wilderness. They all wore uniform clothes — plain black jackets and pants — and had oil paint on their faces.

And some other things are being prepared, including some chemical quick-ignition agents and pyrotechnic flare guns. These are civilian items or wilderness survival equipment, and they are easily available in outdoor stores in the United States.

More than a dozen people made various preparations with solemn faces, including checking various equipment and communication equipment. These people have one trait in common, and that is their youth. Another common trait is that they are all mutants. And it's those mutants who are very unwilling.

Most of the sixteen young men were of the Epsilon class, with only two delta and one gamma class. The Epsilon class has very weak abilities, but it has a variety of flaws. The Delta class and the gamma class are much better, but life in the United States is still unsatisfactory most of the time, and it is mixed at the bottom all year round.

"Is George ready?" speaks a tall, burly male mutant with a gritty appearance that is easily reminiscent of the classic on-screen tough guy image: Rambo.

Known as George was another emaciated young man. He didn't look strong at all, as if the wind would blow him down. He was rapidly typing on a keyboard on a laptop, as if writing a piece of code and a message.

"Soon good John, very soon. George replied without looking up, a little doubt in his tone: "But are we really going to do this? That's Mr. President's property." ”

The strong man named John replied calmly: "If you have doubts, you can quit, this is a very risky thing. ”

Then John turned to the other fourteen people in the room and said, "It's the last moment before the action, if you want to quit, hurry up." If we are caught, we will not confess to our comrades who have withdrawn. We can trust each other. This is choice, not persecution. ”

None of the fourteen companions squeaked, they just looked at John with calm eyes. The only gamma-class mutant here. It can even be said that except for John, the rest of the mutant companions here are not very strong, and it is an exaggeration to say that they are old, weak, sick and disabled. But it's not much better in comparison.

"Alright, I've edited the message. It will be sent to the mailboxes of major news media on time. George typed the last letter on the keyboard and said, "Burn down the current president's farm in Kansas, and I'm sure many, many news outlets will be willing to make a big splash." ”

John nodded, the cabin they were in wasn't too far from Mr. Overall's Kansas farm, a quick walk of about thirty minutes. If the president comes here for a vacation, then this cabin will definitely not be able to stay. Those bodyguards will search every corner.

And now that the president is working in Washington, there is no one else on the farm except for the four workers who are responsible for keeping order on the farm. But even so, John was cautious. It probably had something to do with his previous experience.

John looked at his watch, it was ten minutes before the action began, and he looked at the nervous faces of his companions and felt that he should say something.

"Are you scared? This time we're going to be going and there's no return. Although Mr. President is not here, as soon as the police are called, I am sure that someone will soon shoot helicopters and special police officers to arrest us. Most of us can't escape. If anyone wants to quit now, I don't blame them at all. John said these words earnestly, his eyes swept over the mutant companions, and although everyone was a little scared and nervous, none of them wanted to quit.

John said again, "I'm not kidding, this ......"

"That's enough, John. We know what we're up against. Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted. This is a man with a darker complexion and a scar on his face. His name is Michael, a very popular name.

"I know what you're going to say, we may face multiple charges of culpability. You may have to go to prison for twenty or thirty years, or even worse than that. Michael waved his hand nonchalantly.

"But how good is our life now? At least we go to prison, we don't have to worry about eating. Michael's humor caused everyone to chuckle, but there was an indescribable bitterness in the laughter.

"You're a Navy SEAL who was besieged on the battlefield and everyone thought you were dead. Your name was even put on the death list, but no one expected you to activate the mutant ability. Michael was talking about John's past, and he had known John for a long time and knew these things very well.

"You rescued seven besieged companions and returned home with them. But you have become a [living dead], your military registration has been cancelled, your social security number has been erased, and there is no longer such a person as you in the whole country. Did you write so many letters to the Department of Defense and did they respond? I've been with you a lot of formalities, do you remember what those people's expressions were when they knew we were mutants?

"[Who knows if you are a liar who used your mutant abilities to cheat the disabled veterans!] Hah! Is this the reward for your blood and sacrifice for this country? Because we are mutants, is this what we have to do? Many say that you have burned down a farm, even if you want to storm Capitol Hill and give those big guys a shuttle of bullets, I will support you!"

Michael said these words loudly as he pointed to his companions, "Look at us except you." How good are we? Look at Bibi (a pale-skinned young man) who is not able to do heavy manual labor, and no one is willing to offer him a position. Wandering without income, and even going to the alms to receive relief food and winter clothing are discriminated against. For what?!"

Michael shook his fist fiercely: "Mutants, mutants! I'm fed up with this ghost! If you hadn't stopped me, I would have even wanted to take revenge on society and create a terrorist attack." Go to the concert and shoot those guys like crazy!"

Michael's face turned red with some excitement. And those companions feel the same way. Most of the people gathered here today are people who have had the same experience, and they have known Michael or John for a long time. They have been helping each other until now.

John looked at Michael and sighed, "We're not terrorists. I have shed blood and sweat for the people of this country, and I still do this today. Once Magneto's mutant brotherhood tried to recruit me, but I refused. Because they do things that I don't like, those terrorist attacks are sometimes against civilians. ”

"I once stood under the national flag and swore that I would devote my life to upholding justice and freedom. Even today I am the same, because only then am I who I am. What we have to do now is not a terrorist attack, nor is it allowed to harm the lives of the four workers on the farm. John looked at the crowd and said.

"We're just a wake-up call for this country, for the leaders of this country. How hard you press the spring, how strongly it rebounds! We're not terrorists, remember. I have asked George to write our manifesto, "Letter to Our Fellow Americans," and is ready to distribute it to the world's major media outlets. This will record what we are doing today. ”

Everyone listened attentively to John's speech, and everyone was silent but felt a fire burning in their chests.

John looked at his watch again, and the time was up. He waved his hand, "Let's go, fellows." History will be justified for us today!"

A group of sixteen people in black jackets disappeared into the night. Forty-five minutes later, the farm owned by the president of Kansas was on fire!

Helicopters, fire engines, blast police and news media rushed in. John Sixteen stood outside the burning farm and did not leave at all. Four shivering farm workers sat aside.

In the face of the surging SWAT and the news media shooting around the sky, John was not afraid, because he felt that he had a clear conscience.

To be a coward for the rest of your life? or to be a hero, even if only for a few minutes. It takes not only courage, but also stifling and blaming to still be able to keep an open mind and mind. The cry of revolution from the depths of the heart is only to wake up a few!