A little earlier than the live broadcast, Washington, DC, the Hilton Hotel Presidential Suite.

Walter Holland, the head of the U.S. Department of State, the chief cabinet of the U.S. and the secretary of state of the United States, is a handsome and upright 55-year-old man with gray-white hair, a resolute and calm face.

He has a perfect resume, he was born in a political family, graduated from a prestigious law school, has a doctorate in law, has been a lawyer, a senator, good at geopolitics, and has traveled around the world for many years, doing everything in his power to help the United States maintain its hegemony.

At this moment, the Lord Walter Holland was lying on the presidential suite bed at the Hilton Hotel, his old face was pressed under the pillow, his hands and feet were tied with ropes, tied to the four corners of the wooden bed, and he was screaming hoarsely.

"Don't kill me, oh, don't kill me, please...."

The Secretary of State's voice was buried under the pillow, and the struggle gradually subsided, and the Cambodian woman lying on top of him let go of the pillow in her hand, looked at the Secretary of State with her eyes closed, and asked timidly, "W, Walter?" You okay? ”

His Excellency the Secretary of State opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the tall Cambodian girl with heavy makeup, and said, "I think it's okay, let's continue, okay?" ”

"Die, Walter!" The Cambodian girl slapped the secretary of state on the chest with a fluffy pillow, and yelled, half frightened, half ashamed: "You scared me to death!" Next time you want to play suffocation, go find someone else! ”

Walter greeted the other party's coquettishness indifferently, and said to himself: "I think you should press the pillow harder, otherwise I won't experience the pleasure of suffocation......"

Knock, knock, knock.

The wooden door of the presidential suite was slammed violently, and two figures rushed in as the sound of the key inserting into the cylinder sounded.

One is a lobby manager in a staff uniform with a hotel key, and the other is a female secretary in the secretary of state's office.

The secretary glanced at His Excellency the Secretary of State, who was in a hurry to get dressed, and calmly said to the lobby manager: "You didn't see anything, go out now, it's none of your business here." ”

The lobby manager hurriedly closed the door and retreated, and the female secretary calmly walked into the room and yelled at the secretary of state: "Sir, don't you have a time twenty-four hours a day when you are not dominated by your lower body?" ”

"Hmm....", the Secretary of State said with a frown as he laboriously put on his pants, "If I'm not mistaken, I probably shouldn't." ”

The secretary was so angry that he didn't bother to explain to him, so he picked up the remote control on the bedside table and turned on the TV.

As expected, the TV screen in the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel was also occupied by Magneto's old face,

In the stunned expression of the secretary of state, who was only halfway through his pants, Magneto said slowly: ".... The so-called X weapon program dates back to thirty years ago. The main purpose is to develop super soldiers who can use supernatural abilities, prevent the threat from the Soviet Union, and the possible mutant social problems in the country...."

"!"

His Excellency the Secretary of State gasped, glared at the secretary, and shouted, "What's the matter?" Isn't this Magneto? How did he end up on TV? ”

"It's already going to be a mess out there." "Magneto has taken the screens of most of the world's internet-connected devices, from Washington to New York, from Tokyo to Paris, and even to the homes of herders in the Middle East. ”

Cold sweat was visible to the Secretary of State, and he hurriedly put on his pants and shouted to the Cambodian girl, "Hey, baby, bring me my shirt." ”

His Excellency the Secretary of State, dressed in costume, followed the secretary to the elevator downstairs, and rushed all the way to the government bus that had already stopped there, heading towards the White House.

Without any orders, the secretary had already handed Walter a thick stack of information on the X-weapon program, and took out his tablet to watch Magneto's global live broadcast.

The Secretary of State tried his best to get rid of the strange smell in his mouth as he chewed on the fast-acting fresh oral candy tablets as he swept the paper dossier with a glance.

"Mutant Affairs Authority.... Human trials.... In vitro fertilization...."

Walter Holland became more and more frightened the more he looked at it, although he knew that there were many pure-blooded human chauvinists among the Gon princes in Washington, he definitely did not expect this William Stryker to dare to go so far.

"What about the president?" The Secretary of State asked with difficulty.

"In the tactical command room of the underground fortifications." The secretary said with a straight face: "No one has a plan for this kind of emergency, if Magneto discloses all these contents..."

"No one can afford to carry this pot!" The Secretary of State said in a deep voice: "The X Weapon Program has been going on for thirty years, and how many owners have changed in the White House during that time?" How many waves of bureaucrats has the Pentagon replaced? And how many powerful people know but don't tell it? ”

A military plan listed under the Pentagon can persistently and brutally persecute American citizens over a period of several decades.

If the "Watergate scandal" is at most a scandal committed by a certain magnate and his vassals, then the X weapon program revealed by Magneto is directly aimed at the entire US military and even the entire federal government.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. and the FBI are trying to cut off live communications, but there is little hope," the secretary said softly, "Your Excellency the President knows very little about the X Weapon program, he has just taken office, and he is innocent." ”

"It's not a question of whether the president is president or not!" The Secretary of State said bitterly: "This is the problem of the entire federal government!" Angry people have neither the patience nor the wisdom to wait for the federal government to find the killer after a tedious investigation and internal self-examination.

They only think about catharsis. ”

The secretary of state's mind raced, and in the blink of an eye, he sketched out a rough draft.

He didn't care how big the storm was or how deep the water was, and Walter Holland had only one thought left in his heart.

Preserve this glorious and great country.

What unites America is the American spirit, the American Constitution, not a single group of elites.

The president can be sacrificed, the military can be discredited, but the American people cannot completely lose trust in the federal government and the federal constitution.

Walter stared out the window in a daze, and he clearly sensed the depression before the storm.

He may have had a debauched private life, and he may have intermittently controlled his brain in the lower half of his body, but Walter was a loyal patriot and a pastemaker.

When the storm is shaking and the building is about to collapse, all he can do is repair the broken ship.

The bus stopped, and Walter rushed to the tactical command room in the underground fortifications, pushing the door open.

The large screen inside the door reflected Magneto's old face, and the Gungun Justices who really decided the direction of the country were arguing, shouting, arguing, and not coming up with an idea.

The president, the handsome middle-aged Latina who had just taken office for a short time, saw Walter walk in, and his frown finally eased slightly.

The president barely managed to squeeze out a smile and said to the secretary of state, whom he regarded as a thinker, right-hand man, and right-hand man: "Walter, you're finally here." ”

"Yes, I'm here, Your Excellency." The Secretary of State took a deep breath, swept past his gloomy faces and bitter colleagues, and said in a deep voice: "Disasters are inevitable, but for now, please put aside your controversies and suspicions and do a good job of dealing with the aftermath of disasters." ”