June 28, 2008, early summer. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

Old US Navy base, military prison.

The site covers an area of 117 square kilometers and has facilities such as two airports, a marina and a desalination plant.

Now a small airliner, under the cover of four combat helicopters, landed at one of the airfields.

A big man who is often seen by the American public on television is stepping out of an airliner.

Dozens of heavily armed soldiers followed him to the left and right, keeping him safe.

Just as these people got off the plane, the steel gate of the base opened, and a middle-aged researcher in a white lab coat strode towards them.

"Mr. President, even if you want to check the progress of the research, you don't need to come in person, you must know that those mutants are very dangerous." The middle-aged researcher began by expressing concern for the safety of the distinguished guests.

Bush just laughed open-mindedly, lit a cigar, and replied, "Dr. Oliver, that's why I need to see for myself the progress of your Trask's research." ”

"Even we thought it was incredible, the secret of genes was so beautiful." Oliver and Mr. President walked deeper into the base as he reported on the progress of the research: "Sentinel Nine has been developed, but the tenth generation is missing a key mutant gene. We are currently looking for it with all our might, and once found, then our Sentinel 10th generation robots will truly have the power to terminate mutants. ”

"Find out! I will ask all departments to do their best to cooperate with you. Bush said categorically.

Dr. Oliver nodded, and the two of them walked to the outside of a large glass room, through which they could see a young man being held inside, wearing a black and white prison uniform and wearing a collar around his neck, but the collar was very delicate.

"What is this?"

"The X collar, a new work of our company, because the boy's DNA has not been fully drawn, it can only greatly suppress the mutant ability after wearing it, but not completely."

In response to Mr. President's concerns, Dr. Oliver pointed to the surrounding area of the cell, where there were traces of fire everywhere, and explained: "It is worth mentioning that we got a technological glove from this arsonist, its design is so exquisite, the special flame generation medium can greatly increase the strength of this mutant, this is not a high-tech equipment that can be made by one person, I suspect that behind this arsonist, there is probably a mutant organization supporting him." ”

"The South African reforms in '91 made it a refuge for mutants, and we didn't care about it at the time." Bush looked at the young arsonist in the isolation room, and he gritted his teeth with hatred: "But I didn't expect that Mexico in '94 actually imitated it, until now, the world is full of mutant organizations of all sizes, and even in our capital of Washington, there are many mutant groups hidden." ”

Dr. Oliver agreed, adding, "I understand that, in spite of the arsonist's hard mouth, we have recently used special means to pry out some information when he was in a semi-comatose state, and this organization is not abroad, it should be outside Washington." ”

"What do you want to do?" Mr. President's instincts were so sharp that he immediately sensed Dr. Oliver's other intentions.

Dr. Oliver grinned and replied, "Half research, half curiosity, because the glove is so well made, I'd love to meet its maker." ”

"I need to think about it." Mr. President replied sincerely, but Dr. Oliver, who was well aware of these bureaucratic ways, knew that this meant that there was no hope.

Bush looked at the face of the doctor next to him, he was good at human feelings, and he immediately knew what the other party was thinking, so he explained comfortingly: "Dr. Oliver, every elite soldier in the army is very valuable now, I hope you can understand that it is precisely because we don't want more young children to die that we will give you such great hope for Trask Industry." ”

Speaking of this, Bush turned his head to look at the huge robot holding a gun in the open space not far away, and he said with emotion: "Since the Trask Company signed a defense contract with the government in '73 and started the Sentinel Robot Program, the United States has even abandoned the gold standard program because of the huge cost of money. As president now, I'm afraid we've invested more than a trillion dollars. ”

"Mr. President, you and I both know that no amount of money is meaningless if mutants are not exterminated, because they can't buy life and freedom." Dr. Oliver was unkind, knowing that the other party was secretly pressuring again.

At this moment, in the isolation room, the mutant prisoner whose hands were hung in chains, his head that had been hanging low, suddenly lifted, revealing a face with an unruly expression.

Burning John!

It's just that at this time, the burning man's face was full of blood scars that had just formed scabs, and these blood scabs crisscrossed his face, making him look like he was not a ghost or a ghost, it was simply extremely ugly and terrifying.

"What the hell is this?!" Bush couldn't help but widen his eyes, took down the cigar in his mouth, looked at Oliver beside him with an angry face, and asked: "Although this mutant is very hateful, but after investigation, he did not cause anyone to die, only lost some people's property, why do you do such an inhumane thing?" ”

But Oliver didn't answer, just squinted at Mr. President's right hand.

Laugh at!

Suddenly, Bush only felt a sharp burning pain in the palm of his right hand.

"Ahh

The president screamed in pain and subconsciously threw away what he was holding, and when he looked down, he was shocked to find that the cigars on the ground had been burned to ashes.

Bush looked at the isolation room again, and the young mutant youth, despite his wounded face, still looked at the two of them with eyes full of palpitating hatred.

"He's a bastard, but he also deserves respect, the wound on his face is his medal, and this guy has been struggling since we were holding him here, as long as he still has the slightest strength...... Hey, it's just the best guinea pig, and it brings a lot of fun to our boring work here. ”

Dr. Oliver's expression and gaze at this time were a little pervertedly distorted, and his words contained an unusually cruel meaning.

Mr. President did not want to see these ugly things with his own eyes, and his scalded right hand was clenched into a fist, and he strode away.

"Your request, I granted, but be careful, we've secured the X-Men for now, and I don't want anything to go wrong with this until we can create a weapon that can completely wipe out mutants."

"I see, you can rest assured, there are quite a few of these imprisoned mutants who are willing to be traitors."

It wasn't until Mr. President left the hall that Dr. Oliver looked at the toy in the isolation room, smiled, and pressed a button on the manipulator next to him.

Zizizizi!

The strong electricity was suddenly transmitted to his whole body through the chains that held the burning man's hands, and John trembled like a madman, but his mouth could only make a hoarse sound with a weak breath, and his vocal cords were hoarse and damaged.

"It's a pity, it turns out that the guy called Red Tank and the Clone Man is supposed to be a very fun pair of toys, but it's a pity that it was lost by those idiots, I hope you can make me more satisfied...... As a bonus, I'll get you and your fellow mutant bugs together soon. ”

However, after being punished by the electric shock, John, the fire man, raised his head again with difficulty, his eyes were cold and hateful, and his lips squirmed a few times, a word that could be easily distinguished in the United States.

FUCK―YOU！

Dr. Oliver just smiled and pressed the shock button again.