Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

Old US Navy base, military prison.

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

Now, a small passenger plane, under the cover of four combat helicopters, has landed at one of the airports, and a big man who can often be seen by the American people from the television set is stepping out of the airliner, followed by dozens of heavily armed soldiers, protecting their safety.

As soon as these people got off the plane, the 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 beings." The middle-aged researcher first expressed concern for the safety of the comers.

Bush just laughed open-mindedly, lit a cigar, and replied, "Dr. Otis, it is precisely because of this that I need to see for myself the progress of your research at Trask." ”

"Even we thought it was incredible, the secret of genes was so beautiful." Otis and Mr. President walked deeper into the base while reporting on the progress of the research: "Sentinel Nine generations have been developed, but the tenth generation still lacks a key mutant gene. At present, we are trying our best to find that if we can dig it out, then our Sentinel 10th generation machine will have the power to truly finish off mutants. ”

"Find out, and I'll ask the Ministry of Defense to do my best to cooperate with you." Bush said categorically.

Dr. Otis nodded, and the two of them walked outside a large glass room, and looked through the glass at a young man who was being held inside, wearing a prison uniform and wearing a collar around his neck, but this collar looked very technologically sophisticated.

"What is this?"

"The X collar, a work that is not very perfect, because the boy's DNA is not completely drawn, and at present, it can only greatly suppress the mutant ability after wearing it, but not completely."

In response to Mr. President's concerns, Dr. Otis pointed to the surrounding area of the cell, where there were signs of fire everywhere, and he said, "Judging from the gloves we took off his body, it is so exquisitely designed, and the special flame-generating medium can greatly increase the strength of this mutant, and I suspect that there is a mutant organization behind him." ”

"The South African reforms of '91 made it a refuge for mutants, and we didn't care at the time." Bush looked at the young man and arsonist in the isolation room, and he gritted his teeth with hatred: "But I didn't expect that Mexico in '94 would imitate it." Until now, the world is full of mutant organizations large and small, and even in our capital city there are many hidden. ”

Dr. Otis echoed with great agreement: "I understand that despite the arsonist's hard mouth, we were able to pry some information out of his semi-comatose state, and that this organization is not abroad, but should be on a manor outside Washington." ”

"What do you want to do?" Mr. President's perception was very acute, and he immediately sensed that the request had a great deal to do with Dr. Otis.

Dr. Otis grinned and replied bluntly, "Half out of research, half out of curiosity, because the glove is so well made, I'd love to meet its maker, and maybe find some useful information on him." ”

"I need to think about it." Mr. President's answer is this, but Dr. Otis, who is well aware of these bureaucratic styles, knows that this means that there is probably no hope.

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

Speaking of this, Bush turned his head to look at the huge machine man holding a gun in the open field 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 Aircraft Program, the United States has even abandoned the gold standard because of the huge cost of the program. Until now that I'm president, I'm afraid we've invested more than $10 billion in it. ”

"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. Otis replied unceremoniously.

At this moment, in the isolation room, the mutant prisoner whose hands were hung by chains, his head that had been hanging low, suddenly lifted up, revealing a young and unruly face, he was none other than John the Burning Man.

It's just that at this time, his face is full of blood scars that have just scabbed, and these blood scabs crisscross his face, making him look incomparably ugly and terrifying.

"What is this?!" Bush couldn't help but widen his eyes, took down the cigar in his mouth with an angry face, and asked Otis beside him: "Although this mutant is very hateful, there is no need to torture him like this, right?" ”

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

Laugh at!

Suddenly, Bush only felt that the palm of his right hand was burned by a ball of flames, and the severe and sudden pain made him subconsciously throw away the things in his hand, and then he was horrified to see that the cigar on the ground had been burned to ashes.

Looking back at the isolation room, the young man's face was full of wounds, but he 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 like a vain guinea pig, but it's a lot of fun for our hard work here. ”

There was an unusual cruelty in the sentence, and Dr. Otis's face and gaze changed a little at this time. Mr. President didn't want to see these ugly things with his own eyes, so he put the five fingers of his scalded right hand together and turned to leave.

"Your request, I granted. But be careful, we're on the X-Men side for now, and I don't want to travel for this until we have a weapon that can wipe out mutants once and for all. ”

"I see, 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. Otis looked at the toy in the isolation room, he smiled, and then pressed a button on the machine next to him.

The electric current suddenly passed through the iron chains of the other party's hands and transmitted to his whole body, immediately making him tremble as if he was going crazy in a hurry, but his mouth let out a hoarse scream that was already weak.

"It's a pity, it turns out that the guy called Red Tank was supposed to be a very fun toy, but unfortunately it was lost, I hope you can make me happy...... Then, as a bonus, I'll get you and your companions together quickly. ”

However, in response, John, the Burning Man, after being electrocuted, only struggled to raise his head again, his lips squirmed twice, a word that was easily recognizable in the United States.

Exercise! You!

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