January 27, 1973.

This day is the day of the Paris Conference, which is different from the 'Paris Peace Conference', and this time the meeting in Paris was held around the Vietnam issue.

In the room, representatives of large and small countries sat face to face, and their seats were generally high.

The original topic of this conference was 'peace', or to put it more bluntly, 'how to withdraw the armies of certain countries with dignity from that place that has been eaten and discarded'.

However, before this topic was properly brought up for discussion, there was a guy who raised the level of war more than one notch out of thin air.

The guy was tall enough to allow him to put his head out of the table, so he was standing in a pre-prepared chair when he spoke.

"Listen, everyone, a new enemy has appeared before you. Your weapons will be useless, your armies will be powerless, and your country will fall......"

Presumably he had done his homework beforehand, and the short man spoke very fluently.

He swept the faces of everyone in the hall with his upward gaze, a sincere gaze and expression, like a priest who brushes holy water on the foreheads of the faithful at Mass.

He is Trisk, the original creator of the mechanical sentinels, and the genius of the heavens.

He came here with faith.

He knew that he would be able to sell the Sentinel's design today.

"The mutants who are ambushed in the venue...... Hurry up, I'm not going to be a little bit of color in this preaching......"

Trisk deliberately didn't wear body armor today, and he didn't even bring any of the guards with him.

He already knew that the information in the company had been read before.

Someone is after him, no, it should be said that 'someone is after him'.

He had already had insight into such a thing half a year ago, but the other party had never ventured into such a deep place.

It seems that the other party is already in a hurry.

From the secretary's side, Trisk learned about the places 'he' had visited, the materials he had seen, and the information he had gotten.

He knew that the imposter was watching him and listening to him from a corner of the room.

So, he deliberately turned up his voice.

"They're mutants!Aliens!Do you know Magneto, who assassinated JFK?!He's just one of them!Think about it!The ability to control metal! This would render your existing weapons completely useless!"

Trask cocks his head high as he motions for Stryker (younger version), who is helping out, to play a video of Magneto.

Kennedy unfortunately dies again in the video, and the curved trajectory is deliberately slowed down several times by Trisk, and it is completely displayed in front of everyone.

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the venue, especially several high-ranking military ranks, and there was even a panicked look on their faces.

"After years of research, now my company has developed a weapon specifically against mutants, non-metallic materials, thermoplastic bullets, not to mention Boeing in terms of speed, not to mention in terms of power. ”

Trisk continued to scan the crowd in the room, and he felt that everyone in the room was suspicious, but it was clear that it was impossible for everyone to be mutants.

He believed that his character was not that bad.

"It's so calm, it looks like I'm going to have to force you out myself. ”

Trask thought to himself, pausing his speech and pulling a shell-shaped machine out of his pocket instead.

"In order to distinguish mutants from normal people, I invented this machine. ”

He showed the device in his hand to the crowd.

"This device can identify mutant genes on mutants at an effective distance of half a mile, of course, it is ineffective against ordinary people, and even if I activate it here at this moment, nothing will happen. ”

Trisk accented the second half of his sentence.

He finally glanced around the faces again, hoping to find the mutant hiding in the crowd, but he still didn't find it.

"Let's take a look~!"

The corners of Trisk's mouth turned up slightly, and his eyes froze.

"Let's go. ”

He pressed the start button.

"Dididi!"

A red light lit up on the shell-shaped device, and an unsettling noise erupted.

"Oh?"

Everyone in the venue showed puzzled expressions on their faces.

"What's the situation?!"

Someone asked.

"There's a mutant here!"

Stryker shouted behind Trisk as he pulled his gun out of his pocket.

"Let's see who he is......"

There was a hidden excitement on Trisk's face, and he slowly moved the device in his hand.

1 Frame Signal ......

Two-bar signal ......

When he pointed the device at the other end of the table, the signal reached its maximum.

"It's you!"

Trisk said in a determined tone.

He pointed to the young Vietnamese officer.

"What's going on?!"

The rank of the Vietnamese officer was extremely high relative to his apparent age, and his identity was not simple, so at this time, two officers who were originally sitting at the table immediately protected him behind him.

An older man asked, using Vietnamese.

"I don't know!"

The young man replied that he spoke with an authentic Vietnamese accent.

"Put the gun down! His grandmother's! On the battlefield, he will play at the peace meeting! Yankee!"

The elder listened to the young man's answer, and then looked at the undisguised expression on the young man's face, and he decided to believe it.

He yelled at Stryker with the gun, but he was still speaking Vietnamese, so Stryker couldn't understand it.

Stryker and Trisk looked at each other for a moment.

"Catch it alive. ”

Trisk ordered.

"Yes. ”

Stryker nodded slightly, then walked over with his gun in hand.

However, before he could lift his feet, he had to stop.

"Sit it down for me!"

The American delegates in the meeting hall had bruises on their heads.

"Today we have a peace meeting!Who put this clown in?!"

He shot up like an angry lion.

The Vietnam War had so little sign that it would stop, and he would not allow anyone to sabotage the peace conference.

At the meeting, the Vietnamese side was referred to as mutants - regardless of whether the other side was really a mutant or not, as long as the dispute was together, it was not known how many troops the country would have to invest in the bottomless pit of Vietnam.

I can't afford to hurt it!

So, he loudly reprimanded Trisk, and at the same time pushed him out of his chair in order to show his position.

"Knock these two out of here!"

He pointed at Trisk and Stryker with a look of righteousness on his face.