CIA Langley Headquarters, Virginia, USA.

In a conference room, a middle-aged man sits in the main seat, and the heads of various departments sit below him.

Charles came to the CIA headquarters again, but everything was different from when he first came, except for Moira next to him.

Without Raven and Madara, this time his companion becomes Eric.

"You said you could catch this guy?" The middle-aged man was holding a photograph of a young man, very handsome, with a black top hat and white hair on his temples.

This photo was taken by the cameras in the lobby at the CIA headquarters, and at this time it became a photo on the wanted post.

"Yes! This man is very dangerous, and you must not send anyone to arrest him. Charles nodded solemnly.

Several supervisors in the room were disdainful, some were silent, and some were angry, only the middle-aged man's face remained unchanged, and he took out another photo, on which was a blonde beauty, "Your sister is also on the CIA's blacklist, but you said that she was controlled by Madara Uchiha, if you catch Madara Uchiha, I can not pursue your sister's crimes." ”

"Thank you!" Charles nodded.

"Humph!"

Eric let out a soft snort in his nose, seemingly disdainful.

"They're up to you." -

The middle-aged man put down the photo and glanced at a fat man on the seat.

"Everyone, please come with me." The fat man got up and gestured to the three Charles.

Eric couldn't sit still anymore and pushed the door straight out. If it weren't for the fact that he had something to look for, he wouldn't want to come to the CIA at all.

In the hallway, the fat man walked in front and talked to Charles about his institution.

"I knew you existed. It's just that no one believes me. The fat man said seriously.

"Oh!" Charles was absentmindedly dealing with the fat man, staring at Eric out of the corner of his eye.

Since he left Miami, he immediately went to the CIA with Moira, and after some time of explanation, he finally settled the turmoil temporarily, he knew that the CIA just wanted to use him to catch Madara Uchiha, but he also wanted to use the power of the CIA to find Madara Uchiha.

Although the two sides take advantage of each other. In fact, Charles still showed the force field, he is on the side of justice, otherwise he will directly use his ability. Get the information he wants, how the CIA people will be his opponents.

Charles is ready to settle Madara's matter first, and then talk to the US officials to let mutants and ordinary people coexist peacefully. It's a pity that his ideals are high. The reality is very cruel.

Humanity will never allow anything beyond their control.

If you want to gain something, you will lose something.

The group came to a building, and the fat man proudly introduced, "This is my institution, the full name is how supernatural energy is used for military defense, it's not bad!" ”

"I think it's an offense!" Eric pursed his lips disdainfully, and the fat man, who didn't care at all, walked in directly.

"Great!"

Charles smiled awkwardly. Hurriedly followed Eric, for fear that he would get into trouble.

“……”

The fat man is somewhat decadent. But he didn't get angry, compared to the CIA's high-eyed officials, he was already very good.

The four of them walked through the corridor to a spacious laboratory, where a small fighter jet was placed and a young man in overalls stood under the plane, with a thin figure and a pair of glasses, much like a nerd, so that people could tell him that he was a scientific researcher at a glance.

"This is the latest supersonic aircraft, and you're going to use it."

After the fat man introduced the plane, he pointed to the young man standing under the plane, "This is Hank. McCoy, the most gifted young researcher, Hank, these two are new members to me and say. ”

Hank nodded a little reservedly, looking at Charles and Eric curiously.

"Great, another mutant." Charles walked up to Hank and shook his hand.

"What did you say?" The fat man stared at Hank in surprise.

"Oh! Sorry, I thought you already knew. Charles was sorry on his lips, but he couldn't see it on his face.

"Why didn't you tell me." The fat man frowned.

"I'm sorry, you didn't ask me, so ......" Hank muttered, seemingly unwilling to let people know that he was a mutant.

"What are your abilities?" Eric said indifferently.

"It's okay, we're all your companions, show your skills!" Charles looked encouraging.

Hank was silent for a moment, then took off his shoes and socks, his feet far larger than normal, like the soles of some kind of monster.

"Not bad!" Charles smiled and nodded.

Seeing that Charles was not disgusted, Hank became more confident, and immediately did a backflip, firmly grasping the wings of the plane with both feet, and his agile skills were not at all like the image of a thin scientist just now.

Hank the Beast. McCoy appears!

"Charles, how are we going to find him? Your telepathy is useless to him, if you find him, who is his opponent? Is it just this Mr. Hank? Eric glanced at Hank and asked suddenly.

“……”

Charles, who was cheering on Hank, fell silent.

"What are you talking about?" Hank jumped off the wing, looking confused.

"I have a good idea." The fat man said suddenly.

"Huh?"

Eric and Charles looked at the fat man at the same time.

A few days later, a ball was erected on the lawn.

"I've studied your abilities and asked Hank to transform the radar into a brainwave machine for your use, which will increase the range of your perception, and you can use it to find other mutants......"

Although the fat man didn't finish, Charles and Eric understood what he meant.

"New species should indeed be discovered by their own kind, but we're just looking, not recruiting staff for the CIA." Eric said calmly.

"This machine belongs to the CIA." The fat man frowned.

"I agree with Eric."

Charles stared at the brainwave machine, ignoring the fat supervisor on the side. Step inside the machine.

Hank was standing in the middle of the room, holding his notebook and checking some data, when he saw Charles come in. Introduce him to how to use the brainwave machine.

Charles put on his helmet and was engrossed in his search for the mutant, and after a few moments, he lowered it.

"Found him?" Eric whispered.

"No, but it's the first time I've known that there are so many mutants in the world." Charles had mixed feelings.

"Yes!"

Eric's eyes flickered, as if he was planning something.

By the time Charles and Eric embark on their quest to find mutants, Madara's shoes have already landed on Washington, D.C., the capital of the United States. At this time, he was wearing a red cloud robe on a black background, and he did not change his previous windbreaker and top hat.

Pennsylvania Avenue, cars come and go. Everything is in harmony under the wind and sunshine, but there are two people who seem out of place with everything around them.

People passing by look at Madara from time to time, wondering if there is something wrong with this person. Wear such a strange outfit.

"Where are we going?"

Raven stood behind Madara. is also wearing a red cloud robe on a black background, but she has changed back to the appearance of a human.

"White House!"

Madara stood at the end of Pennsylvania Avenue, looking up at the buildings in the distance.

"Really?"

Raven looked at Madara in shock, tempting to ask if he was joking.

"Actually, you don't need to hide yourself."

Madara glanced at Raven, neither flying nor teleporting, walking slowly towards the White House.

Raven came back to her senses and hurriedly caught up with Madara. Cautiously asked, "We're not going to just go in like that, are we?" ”

"Or else?"

Madara smiled, ignoring the sluggish Raven. Walking through the streets, it seemed that he was not going to the White House, but to the park.

Raven gritted her teeth, still following behind Madara, she already knew some of Madara's power, understood that he would never joke with his life, and obviously came prepared.

Seeing that the White House is getting closer and closer, Madara and Raven are finally stopped.

"Sir, please show me your ID!" The two white policemen stared at Madara solemnly, their hands on their waists and gripping the handles of their guns.

The two of them were dressed too strangely, and they might have been better somewhere else, but this is the center of the United States, and it's clear that something is wrong.

Clothes aside, Raven's appearance is normal, and her long hair as white as snow is a searchlight.

"Get out!"

Madara spit out a word lightly, and with a bang, the two white policemen flew up in an instant and smashed on the telephone pole behind them.

Raven was completely stunned, what was Madara going to do.

"Follow me, make sure you're okay, if you leave, from now on, there is no place for you in this world."

As soon as Madara finished speaking, there was a gunshot from the side.

The white cop lay on the ground, gun in both hands, staring at Madara, but soon he saw the most incredible thing in his life.

The golden bullet stopped in front of Madara, and he couldn't move an inch.

"Give it back to you!"

Madara pinched the bullet and flicked his fingers, and with a bang, the bullet flew into the barrel of the pistol with precision.

Cold sweat broke out on the white policeman's forehead, and he didn't dare to pull the trigger no matter what, he looked at Madara and Raven in the distance, and immediately took out the walkie-talkie and reported to the headquarters.

"Are you crazy?" Raven followed Madara's side and whispered.

"I'll tell you a secret, in fact, I do have a mental problem." Madara smiled disappreciatively.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Raven took a deep look at Madara.

"I said I'm going to find someone to nuke me, do you believe it?" A strange smile appeared at the corner of Madara's mouth.

Raven looked at Madara blankly, and she believed that Madara was really crazy.

"It's too late to regret it now, come in with me and have a look, you won't know."

Madara walked down the street, and more than a dozen police cars drove in the distance at high speed, and a shrill siren sounded behind him, surrounding him in front and back.

"I said get out, why didn't you listen!"

Madara sighed, his eyes frozen.

Rumble!

Dozens of police cars retreated uncontrollably, clearing a road.

This time Madara's invasion of the White House was simple and crude, not at all like the low-key in the wizarding world. (To be continued......)