A black sedan pulls into Westchester's Mutant Academy, and the younger students frolicking on the campus look at each other in surprise and curiosity. Their lives are confined to the vicinity of their schools, and they rarely see strangers visiting.

On the balcony of the main building, Jean pushes the professor in a wheelchair, watches the young man get out of the car, and occasionally smiles gently at the mutant child who walks by.

After saying hello to the storm girl who was teaching students on the lawn, Sean walked into the main building with his secretary Yuriko and walked down the deep corridor, where he saw many young students, such as the still immature and young Bobby, and his friend John the Burning Man, who quietly poked their heads out of the classroom.

The last time Stryker invaded the campus, they were almost powerless in front of the heavily armed elite soldiers, and later learned that it was Sean who rescued them, and also destroyed the dam base where their compatriots were imprisoned in one fell swoop, which couldn't help but make the senior students curious, after all, even the omnipotent professor was in the hands of the colonel known as the "mutant butcher".

"Looks like a normal person." John pouted, the savior who saved the mutant academy was neither a muscular tough guy nor a terrifying powerhouse.

"And how did he defeat Stryker?" Barbie gave a rebuttal, he looked at Sean with a calm bearing, followed by a female secretary with a weak appearance, and couldn't help but be a little confused.

It seems that the other party is not as strong as the history teacher Logan, at least the strong man called Wolverine, who is full of an unapproachable momentum, especially a pair of steel and iron bones and indestructible Erdman alloy claws, many people firmly believe that if Stryker invades the school, Logan stays behind, and will not be wiped out by the military at all.

"Maybe he's like Tony Stark, with a high-tech armor." Behind the Ice and Fire duo, a small head poked out, and it was a new member of the school, the little mischievous Mary.

The girl's explanation is agreed by Barbie and John, after all, Sean does look more like a big man, the kind of rich man who often appears on TV.

"Back to the classroom!" Scott, with a straight face, took the three deserted guys back, and he glanced at Sean on the corridor with a wary look.

LaserEye's real name is Scott Summers, and he was born with both eyes with the ability to shoot red blasters, and was later found by the professor and recruited into the X-Men. Because he was bullied at school, and after his mutant identity was exposed, he was discriminated against and rejected by his family and all parties, and Scott has a vague hostility towards humans.

This young mutant who always wears a pair of black glasses, thinks that Sean is a sinister person with bad intentions, and he feels that the professor's attitude towards mutants and humans has recently undergone a subtle change, no longer always emphasizing peaceful coexistence, and opening up a tactical training course, which makes Laser Eye feel faintly uneasy, and the source of this series is undoubtedly Sean.

All the way to the end of the corridor, Sean asked the secretary to wait outside, and he pushed open the door of the study, the professor sat on the edge of the desk, and Jean stood on the balcony, the warm light swaying down, outlining a beautiful silhouette.

Closing the two heavy, thick brown-red wooden doors, Sean sat across from the desk, calmly staring at the bald old man.

"Did the Supreme Mage look for you?" The professor asked softly.

He was acquainted with the greatest mage on Earth, a secret member of the Illuminati known as the Illuminati, who occasionally met and talked, and they were all powerful and powerful, and they also had their own guardian duties.

"The Ancient One Master personally visited me." Sean understated it and did not mention the tacit understanding reached with the Supreme Mage.

"You said that peace needs to be fought for by themselves, and mutants have to wait patiently for a suitable opportunity." The professor's eyes stared at the young man, and he asked gently, "Come here today, are you going to tell me that the opportunity has come?" ”

Sean smiled, he turned his head to look out the sunny window, green plants crawled all over the brick walls, and the occasional sound of children laughing came from afar, full of lively and vibrant breath of life.

"Mutants will have a place in the map of the future, that's my promise to you." He responded to the professor's question, "The first step towards peace is always difficult and bumpy, and it will not be easier for mutants to fight for their rights than for blacks, and even one hundred and fifty years after Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation, racial discrimination still often occurs in this so-called land of freedom." ”

The bald old man lowered his eyelids, his expression seemed to be a little tired, and the fragments of the future glimpsed from Sean's memories kept torturing his heart, as if he was repeatedly interrogated again and again, knocking on the idea of peace that he once firmly believed.

"So what are you going to do?" The professor looked up, wondering what the confident young man's solution was.

"I found a politician who shared the same vision of peace, who would be the first to speak out for the plight of mutants, just like President Lincoln did."

"Presumably this is not going to be gratuitous help." The professor's deep eyes flickered, the old man did not have no dealings with politicians, he and Eric had worked briefly with American intelligence during the Cuban Missile Crisis.

"It's nature." Sean nodded calmly, and he said softly: "A moment of kindness is not long-lasting, and the exchange of interests is the most stable. ”

"First, Congress will pass the Mutant Registration Act." The young man's words made the bald old man's eyes sharp, like a roaring wave.

A huge suffocating pressure suddenly rose in the study, and the figure of the professor in a wheelchair continued to rise, like a giant standing up to the sky, and his benevolent face revealed infinite majesty.

"History tells us that if you want peace, someone has to make concessions." Sean's face was as usual, and he did not avoid the professor's fierce gaze, "The government needs stability, and mutants want freedom and equality, the two are not in conflict, why hide in the middle of society and live a humble or humble life?" ”

The young man's voice raised unconsciously, and he was not surprised by the professor's fierce reaction, the bald old man had tried to trust the government, but when the Vietnam War broke out, his students were used as weapons and sent to the battlefield filled with gunpowder, which was a heavy blow that almost brought the young Charles to a crush.

"I've talked to Mr. Vice President that he's going to make public speeches in support of mutants, he's going to have a special office in Manhattan or Washington, D.C., with mutants as liaison officers, and he's going to propose to the United Nations to have a mutant ambassador for peace."

Sean's words seemed to contain great power, the spiritual tide quickly receded, the invisible pressure also dissipated, and the professor's eyes burst into light, and he asked, "Is the promise of a politician worth believing?" ”

The bald old man had paid the price for his innocence, and this time, he had to hesitate and be cautious.

"It's a bargain, the vice president gets political capital to achieve his goals, and the mutants can get a respite, at least they don't have to go into hiding, ostracized by their neighbors in the community, can't go to school normally, these mutants who are treated unfairly, they can feel safe to stand up and declare their identity to everyone."

"Your students won't be forced to go to war, they don't have to hide on this campus, they have a chance to get out of this small world."

Sean promised, and he vowed: "Ambrera will be the first scientific research institution to openly recruit mutants, Osborne Industries will also provide a part of the employment slots, and those children can get their own salary, get married, have children, and start a family like normal people, these are no longer distant dreams that are out of reach." ”

"It will be in your hands, and it will become a reality that is about to be touched!"

The shackles in his heart were completely cut off by these words, and the old man trembled and stretched out his hand to hold Sean tightly, his eyes surging with indescribable complex emotions.

"I don't know what you want, but don't let me down, I can't live up to their trust anymore." The professor's tone was pleading.

Sean nodded heavily in agreement, and Jean, who was standing on the balcony, looked at the young man sitting across from the professor, and his heart vaguely echoed the words just now, and a strong emotion was about to move.