Villa, Bird Office.

"Head, are we going to submit the plans we have prepared?" Dolby asked.

Bird looked at his most trusted subordinate, sneered, and asked, "You think he needs to have friends?" Craving camaraderie? Just like those blacks who have been discriminated against for a long time, when they have money, they get a lot of wine and meat and friends to eat and drink? ”

He had a pen in his hand, and it spun quickly in his hand.

Dolby was embarrassed: "The conclusion of the analogy is this. ”

"If this was too late before, now everyone knows that he is a superhero, and at this time he can still be your friend?" Bird shook his head, pointed the tip of his pen at a decoration on the wall, and he didn't know what he pressed, a needle had been nailed to it.

It was a human skin painting of a bit old, I heard what it was called thangka, and the former owner of this office did not take it with him when he left.

There are a lot of characters on the painting, with a very strange atmosphere.

Dolby's gaze turned there, and when he saw that the needle was nailed to the center of a monk's eyebrow in the middle, he inexplicably felt some discomfort on the tip of his brow, and he knew that this was a natural physiological reaction.

"Look, it's like this, it's late!" Bird threw the pen on the table, it was a product used in the bureau for assassination, and it cost three thousand dollars alone.

"Friendship is built in some difficult situations." Dolby cleared his throat and tried to convince again, "Head, superheroes will be criticized even in comics,......"

Bird lowered his head with a smile, but when he raised it, he was full of helplessness: "You also know that it is in the comics, they are still bound by law and morality, what do you think of this in front of you?" ”

"People can't be completely different, I see that he mentioned in the conversation I don't know how many times there is something about the unfairness of human society, which shows that he still has a standard in his heart..."

Bird scoffed: "American standards? Forget it, it's disgraceful to say this kind of thing if you don't die..."

With that, he suddenly turned his ear to the side and raised his hand to signal silence.

He was about to speak, although the strategy for the evening had been basically set, but the meeting was not closed, everyone was still expressing their opinions on the future situation, and no one who could enter the conference room now would be willing to go out.

This is a symbol of power, and it feels amazing that there are more than seven billion people on the entire planet, and now there are only so many people who can discuss the problems caused by a mutant.

Dolby looked at Bird, he knew it was supposed to be an online meeting or something, and the head didn't let him go, it was a kind of trust.

"Public opinion control is very important!" Bird spoke calmly in his office, the CIA has been in the league for so many years, and half of its strength has been on propaganda.

"I don't know if you've noticed a little bit. The superheroes of our comics, I mean decent people, they seem to be insulated from the media, well, forget Superman Clark reporter, he doesn't speak for himself.

Our media can spray at these non-humans on paper and on TV broadcasts, but the superheroes will never refute it, as if they have a very strong endurance, which is actually the author's defense of another kind of political correctness, that is, everyone has the right to express their opinions!

Well, now we have to take back this power, so that these people who have been deceived for decades really think that superheroes are good-tempered. I'm not heartbroken for those people, it's just that too many people die and it's troublesome, and I hate to clean up other people's bodies and make autopsy reports!

We have to agree on this, otherwise there will always be people who will be embarrassed and the consequences will be unimaginable! ”

Dolby looked at his boss and said his opinion without shying away, which represented the future of the domestic media strategy for this dead bald head.

If people have a stress response to the environment, then it is clear that this environment is not only about sunlight, air, water, and temperature in society, but also that the media is pervasive and ubiquitous.

Especially in the age of the Internet, in order to win higher attention and sell advertisements at a higher price, the media has reached an almost crazy level.

If we control the people on our side, there will naturally be more unscrupulous media rushing to this vacated territory, and there will definitely be those who will be sought after, but no matter how much, there will definitely be those who will spray wildly against this new species.

The constitution guarantees the right of these people to speak, but this, Dolby remembered the cold bald head, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

God forbid the United States, we have already taken such a large initiative without much to lose.

It's just that... Why would Bird be too late?

…...

In the garden, Kent looked out and Harris walked around with a frown and biting his cigar cigarette.

In front of him was the live broadcast of the 101 Highway accident area in Los Angeles.

More than 10 minutes after the chain of collisions, the door of the ambulance was pushed open, and a person struggled to roll down and stand up with the door.

"Don't worry about anything else, you go to that car and send our bees over." Commands came from his headphones.

The wasp drone, the recording effect is better than the mosquito, but in this weather, it has to be sent to that car, and now many people in the headquarters have to see the appearance of those dead people.

See every detail, and these people can't move at will until the forensic doctor comes, so they can only be drones.

Three kilometers from here.

The cars of two members of the CIA task force were parked at the back door of a pet hospital.

Matt and Lucifer observed the surroundings, and it was not good, because of the hurricane, but it was actually okay, because there was no one outside now.

Now their faces are all covered with stockings.

"By the way, there doesn't seem to be a public animal hospital, right?" Matt stood by the door and whispered.

"No, it's all private, otherwise a lot of people would be very unhappy." Lucifer pulled some strange tools out of his pocket and locked the door in a few moments before opening it.

The two looked at their feet, they were all wet, but they walked in anyway.

According to the information that came, the hospital now has only one doctor on duty, in his office.

The phone shows a diagram of the hospital, and if you are careful, the doctor who is sucking the is unlikely to notice that someone has broken in.

Of course, it's not a big deal to get knocked out if you find it.

It's really that this task is too urgent, and the headquarters doesn't even give them any constraints, and it's not worth making a fuss about the task that can make them dispatch, and a few people die.

After a moment's scrutiny, the two of them determined their position.

This hospital is not very big, but it is not small, for specialized pets, it is still quite advanced, after all, it is close to Hollywood, and the per capita living standard is quite high.

Very well decorated, at least by the standards of a private hospital.

The aisle was filled with the slightly frightened sounds of the animals, some whining, some screaming, and almost growling.

There are so many varieties!

Following the sound, they pushed open a room full of foster pets or stray animals.

"The command says we have to find a smaller, preferably newborn." The two looked at each other and nodded, leaned down and began to look for newborn puppies and kittens.

…...

Ten kilometers away, on the roof of Amras, Durant held the chimney and shook his head, covering his mouth and shouting: "No, I want to use C4 to break the wall." ”

In his room, Amrath was soaked in warm water and covered with a white towel over his head.

…...