As the hearing ended, reporters swarmed around Eric and the others.

The teachers and students in the academy finally relieved themselves when they saw this.

"It's not bad." Logan stood behind the students at some point, and when he saw the meeting adjourn, he commented, and turned to leave. His relationship with Eric was not good in the first place, and after the Scott incident, he talked even more coldly, and if it weren't for the fact that this hearing was about all mutants, he wouldn't even look at it.

"It's not bad." John watched the history lecturer leave, grimacing at his back. "The boss is handsome, if only he could get up and kill that dwarf."

"Kill Mr. Eric, the dwarf, and you won't be able to come back." Katie retorted. "It's good now, from today people know what's going on in us, and they shouldn't be as hostile to us as they used to be."

"What could be more foolish than pinning one's hopes on someone else?" Mary gave her classmate a hint of sarcasm and stood up. "After watching the live broadcast, isn't it time for class, Miss Auroro?"

Auroro looked away as if she had woken up from a dream, and after she reacted, she hurriedly beckoned the students to take them away.

Jean followed her out of the hall, and when she was about to leave the room, she suddenly looked back to see that the professor was left alone, staring at the screen with a blank face.

There was a picture of Eric answering questions surrounded by reporters, and the harsh afternoon sun shone on him, making him shine like a golden-armored god of war.

At the other end of the frame, Eric is talking dryly, and the reporters rarely see mutants in person, and now they don't want to let their targets go.

"Okay, the interview time is over, and there will be a chance to meet with you again." Ms. Mora took on the role of press officer, and when she felt that the matter was almost done, and the reporter's questions became more and more acerb, she and Hank protected Eric as she broke out of the crowd.

Walking to the car he was in, Hank still had palpitations.

"I didn't expect that there were more and more reporters, and I pounced on them like ants with honey, and I was about to be overthrown by them." He said.

Ms. Mora agrees.

"Even Trask and Stryker are surrounded by people, not to mention Eric." She said, then remembering Trask's angry face.

"What about those two guys?" Hank asked, wanting so badly that the two men would go to court.

Stryker, of course, was called away by an official from the Department of Defense, who was an active-duty soldier and was involved in such an infamous incident, that the Ministry of Defense had begun an investigation into him.

And Trask is a different story.

He was taking small steps, hurriedly following a man dressed in black, avoiding the reporter's follower and leaving.

"Mr. Trask." The man in black had a grim face, and he walked in front of him without looking back. "Your cousin has once again disrupted our plans, just like the stupid thing you did decades ago."

Trask regretted it to death now, he never thought that the consequence of not being able to hold his breath would be to expose himself, and the two bastards, Eric and Stryker, sang and harmonized, and he seemed to have become the target of public criticism.

When did they become so acquiescent? Trask's head was broken, and he couldn't understand how the two sworn enemies could cooperate.

"What should I do now?" He said in horror that after a series of blows from prison and bankruptcy, he was no longer the billionaire, and the former big business Trask Group had long been scattered in the wind, and now he was just a puppet at the behest of others, and it would be difficult for him to turn over without outside help, let alone take revenge on the enemy. Originally, he planned to use the power of these people to make a comeback, but now he faintly saw that the prison was beckoning to him again.

Now he could only count on the man's help, and Trask looked at his back expectantly until the man in black slipped into a prepared car.

Trask was about to follow in, but was stopped by the man's assistant, and the door shut.

"Find a flag, drape it over your body, and get a good lawyer." The man coldly dropped a sentence from the car, then closed the window, and the car left on its own.

Trask looked helplessly at the departing car, standing lonely in place, and it wasn't long before he was surrounded by a group of reporters who rushed to hear the news.

It wasn't just journalists who acted, but also medical interests who promised help and finally played a role, and under their push, you also played. The crowd gathered in Washington, D.C., toward the vicinity of the Capitol.

"Mutants are human beings too, protecting minority rights."

"Be equal, don't discriminate."

Nearly 10,000 demonstrators held rallies and tours in Washington. OK, protest against persecution and discrimination against mutants. At the same time, a wave of protests broke out in the New York area, where Eric led the students to participate in the rescue operation.

If Eric were watching TV at the moment, he could see the fat Nick, Mariano, and the black driver who used to give him his business card from the crowd. 瓤恕だ锟? Collect?? Intercalated Question? Shogunate spasm swelling marks? P> are opposed to them by some staunch anti-mutant forces, who hold up sensational headlines and vigorously promote the dangers of deregulating mutants, but they are quickly drowned out. In the tide of the line.

This time. Wei attracted a large number of reporters to come and conduct interviews.

"We must unite and fight for our rights." Nick leads a team composed entirely of mutants and their families, and I don't know where he brought so many compatriots from, you must know that most mutants want to hide themselves, but when they see a glimmer of hope, under the encouragement of this guy Nick, they finally let go of their scruples and went to the streets to express their demands. Nick was the first to walk in front, his shirt bare, painted red on his chest and back, indicating that his compatriots had shed too much blood for human hostility, and the red on his body stinged the mutants behind him like crimson blood, and they waved slogans even harder.

Next to them is a much larger contingent of African-American, Asian, and Hispanic Americans, leaders of these minorities who lead the tour year-round. They are more experienced than mutants, chanting slogans and performing by entertainers, which has led to many reporters and tourists coming to take pictures and interview them.

"In 1955, a middle-aged black woman in Montgomery was police on a bus. Cha was arrested on the grounds that she did not give up her seat to the white passenger, in fact, she was just having sore legs at the time and needed to sit for a while, but she became a police officer. When they called the police, they held her in custody without reason. This is why, because discrimination is legal. "A black pastor sat in a car in the middle of the procession, horn in hand and roaring loudly.

"Our predecessors fought for this, and after paying the price of two hundred compatriots being sentenced to prison, we finally won the belated justice a year later. But discrimination is everywhere and has never really gone away from the country, and it still remains decades later. Experience tells us that if we sit idly by and watch the suffering of others today, the suffering will reappear in us tomorrow. The pastor waved his Bible in his hand, pointed at the people in the procession and shouted, "What are we going to do?" ”

"Protest! Protest! Protest! The people roared after him, and their fists rose up like a jungle.

The reporters recorded this qiē with a photoscope, and they traveled for African-Americans and Hispanics as if they had found a treasure. It's been a daily process, and Asians have begun to express their demands in this way in recent years, but it's unheard of for mutants to take to the streets for themselves. Out of professional sensitivity, journalists have sensed that a wave is coming, and the devices in their hands will record history.

"Ma'am, are you also a mutant?" A female reporter stopped a white woman who looked to be about fifty or sixty years old.

"No, I'm not." The old woman shook her head.

"So your family or friends are related to mutants?" The female reporter asked again.

"My son was a firefighter who died in the line of duty during a firefighting operation, and I was very sad when I heard that mutants were helping Fdny to fight the fire, if society had treated mutants equally and accepted their help, maybe my son wouldn't have left so young, so when I heard the news, I rushed over from Brooklyn to join the tour. Yes. The old woman answered the female reporter's questions as she walked.

"Swimming. The trip started in Manhattan, and they had to go all the way to the Bronx, don't you feel tired? The female reporter asked worriedly, looking at the sweaty and tired appearance of the old woman.

"Yes, my feet hurt, but my heart is very relaxed and calm, and I feel that I am standing with my son, and I hope that he will rest because of his mother's actions." The old woman chuckled and said, at this moment she looked resolute and kind, and the female reporter was moved by her, and watched the former firefighter's mother go away with the crowd in amazement.

"Let the world be just like a great water, and social justice like a river." As she gazed at the mother, the procession behind her crossed in front of her, and the people were like a rushing river, all the way down the avenue.

Eric didn't see the old woman's answer, and he was about to rush to the airport where the aircraft docked with Hank. As he went, he left behind small steel balls, scattered in the grass or fused into metal lampposts, which the security personnel did not notice until they were taken to the airport, and the former soldiers completed their mission.

"Mr. Representative." Just as he was about to board the plane, someone called Eric, and he looked back at the young man who had been in a confrontation with him in front of the hearing room.

"I'm sorry, I blame you wrong." The young man bowed his head with pride, he had previously regarded mutants as a source of social chaos, and after the debate at the hearing, he learned about the unknown past.

"I didn't know that mutants also served the country, and I apologize to you for my actions." The young man said again.

Eric looked at him deeply, this is a nice guy.

"What's your name?" Eric asked.

"Smaugh." The young man replied.

"That's the name of a dragon." Eric was a little surprised.

The young man shrugged.

"My father was a big fan of Tolkien when he was young, and he still is." At the mention of this book-lover father, Mr. Smaugor couldn't help but look a little embarrassed, he had been angry about his name.

"Say hello to Ling Zun on my behalf." Sensing his embarrassment, Eric laughed.

"Mr. Smaugor?" He had barely taken two steps before he called out to the young man again. "You're a good man."

Smaugo waved at Eric, a smile finally on his face.

"Remember, we'll meet again." Eric pointed at Shi Contradictory, then turned and boarded the aircraft.

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