"Eric, thank you and your students for your outstanding performance, you deserve it." The atmosphere of the ceremony reached its climax as the President pinned a medal to Eric's chest, and the President posed for a photo with the guests amid a series of flashing lights. The students were then interviewed on the red carpet to the accompaniment of a marching band, and the mutant leader quietly left with several high-ranking officials.

They were going to continue the negotiations over the conscription of mutant youth into service, which had been very unsmooth from the start.

"What is there to say?" Eric categorically rejected the military's demands. "The blood of my compatriots who were drafted during the Vietnam War is still not cold, and at this time what reason do you have to think that I will agree to continue pushing the children into the volcano?"

"Every young American has an obligation to serve their country!" The representative of the military shouted. "While your men are lounging in the rear, my good lads are bleeding and dying in front."

"If you call saving New Yorkers from the fire and crime wave leisurely, then I would rather ask how many American citizens you call a good boy has saved and how many horrific crimes have been struck." Eric didn't budge.

"I want to warn you, Mr. Eric." Officials from the Ministry of Justice pressed their glasses and calmly admonished. "Our mention has been verbally promised by Minister McCoy, and today I am just informing you, not to negotiate with you, because negotiations with the Minister of Mutant Affairs have already ended."

"Why not bring the peace bill, we can go through it word by word starting from the first paragraph of the manifesto to see if there is a mandate in the whole bill for an agreement between Mr. Minister and the rest of the government." Eric said dismissively. "Even the president cannot arbitrarily reach an agreement without the authorization of Congress, let alone Mr. Minister. I can tell you in no uncertain terms that if you want to send a conscription letter for forty-five cents, as you have done in the past, saying that you can use your unique skills to serve your country, and then pull people away, it is absolutely impossible. ”

Eric's attitude was very tough. And the reason is good, and it is not nonsense, so the situation fell into a stalemate for a while.

After several delegates exchanged words, the representative of the Ministry of Justice spoke again.

"What do you need to agree to the agreement?" Out of personal thoughts. He would have liked to have negotiated it. There had been a promise before the arrival of this gentleman, once the mutants agreed to serve. The outcome of this negotiation will be of great benefit to his future.

It is believed that other delegates have received similar promises, so despite the unkind tone, the negotiations have continued, and the absence of one side to leave so far is an invisible encouragement, which shows that the mutant side is willing to continue talking on this issue.

Then it depends on what kind of conditions can be offered, and how much the two sides can fight for each.

Eric thought about it, wrote a few words on the memo, and threw it at the negotiator.

The delegates hurriedly picked it up from the table. Let's look at the past.

"No, it can't be." The representative of the Ministry of Justice reacted first, and he quickly refused. "The people involved have already been tried, and you must know that Article 5 of the Amendment to the Federal Constitution, which states that 'no one shall be twice in danger of life or body for the same crime,' and their cases are closed."

"Our people paid for it with blood, and the executioner only spent a few years in prison, and this is what you call life or physical danger?" Eric sneered, his opponent blushing. "So what qualifications do you have to ask me to agree?"

The delegates fell silent, and they gathered together again to ponder for a while, and finally came up with the following opinion:

First. To show good faith in returning the bones of mutant soldiers who died during the Vietnam War;

Then, compensate mutants who have been persecuted by government actions;

Finally, the commitment to serve is entirely voluntary. And will not be sent overseas so that the Department of Mutant Affairs can monitor it nearby.

When the agreement was reached, Eric flipped through it with no interest and threw it into his watch.

Maybe this is a big win for the nascent Mutant Affairs Department, and the professor will love it, and Hank has to admit that it is realistically operable, but there is a very uncomfortable feeling lingering in his mind.

The former reincarnation once again felt the restraint of not being able to stretch his hands and feet, and now the situation seems to be stable, but in fact he has entered a new bottleneck. After passing this hurdle, mutants will be accepted by the public. There will be no doubt about the future, otherwise staying in the current situation will only gradually decay and decline. For the young human branch. Decline is the same as death.

Looking out through the glass, the young people are dealing with the media in a hurry, and they are no longer the little hairy heads that were dumped by reporters in the past. Every time I see them growing, Eric is always heartily grateful.

How can the next generation continue to endure suffering, they should find their place and become heroes admired by all people, to be remembered by future generations.

Looking at the sophisticated appearance of these young people, Eric smiled slightly.

Walking out of the conference room, he looked up at the sky, and it was clear above.

This look of looking up was captured by satellites in low Earth orbit and then transmitted to some hidden basement.

"Does he feel wrong?" Looking at the people on the screen, the owner of the White House solemnly asked the political partner on the side sand.

"It won't show up." , his expression is also quite solemn. "We kept it a secret to the fullest, and all the representatives involved in the negotiations did not know about it, even if Eric had the ability to read minds."

"What about the dean of Xavier Academy, you told me that his ability is even stronger, and he can also hide it?" The president still wants more reassurances, and the famously strong president has an unknown flaw: quick decisions and hesitation in hindsight. Many people know the first half of this contradictory personality and think that he is a man with a strong heart, but those closest to him know that he has another face, perhaps by the nature of a politician, who always thinks more and more after the fact, and thinks that danger may soon arise, and if it were not for the presence of his staff, he would simply want to find an excuse to cancel the operation.

Konstantin was one of the very few people who knew the other side of the president, and after sensing this subtle change, he quickly shook his hand and comforted him.

"It's going to be fine, mutants have a lot of restrictions on their abilities, and it's not something that can be done casually. What's more, this is Washington, Xavier will not observe at will, if he is not at ease. Why not ask our expert, who has thirty years of experience studying mutants. ”

Konstantin has a point. So the president turned his gaze to the man sitting across from him, a chubby man in his fifties with a long beard and glasses.

"Can I trust you? I thought you had completely fallen over there. The president asked the man, who was no stranger to him.

"I've had nightmares for thirty years, and nothing can stop me from waking them up right now." The man bowed slightly, and the light from the screen fell on his glasses, reflecting a sharp light.

"Rest assured, we've done the best we can. I know Charles. If he had wanted to, the world would have been a different place, and we have reasoned many times about his personality and come to the same conclusion - he will not be our resistance. ”

With the man's assurance, the president finally let go of a part of his heart. The bullets had already been fired, there was nothing more to say, and now he was just waiting for a reply.

The reply will be brought back by the lady, hopefully it will be good news.

"Mora?" In Zeyol's Academy, the professor put down the book in his hand and called out to his ex-girlfriend in surprise. The graceful Mrs. McTargoth stepped into his office from the outside in the golden light of the setting sun.

"Charles." Mora looked at the professor with a complicated feeling, and he was stunned for a moment. The look of joy faded.

After the ceremony and negotiations, the college's RV was back on the high road back to New York, and the students were now mostly drowsy due to the excitement and anxiety of the day, with only Eric and John sitting at the end of the RV silently watching the terms of the agreement in their hands.

"So, there may be mutant soldiers in the army in the future?" John frowned.

"It's just a draft. But there is no reason to stop us, not every compatriot is as comfortable as we are, and since safety can be guaranteed, there will always be people who are willing to try their luck. Fortunately, this is not before 1973, and the recruiting station always has to follow the rules. Hank would exercise his authority to ensure that service was voluntary. When it comes to this topic, Eric has an indescribable annoyance. It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with the agreement itself, but that there were some indescribable feelings quietly reminding him of something.

Taking the draft back, he took out a lump of liquid metal and continued to work on it, this was the harvest he had brought back from the Atlas, the material left by the liquid machine qì man was used by Lancer two-thirds, and the remaining third was set aside for Captain Curtis's sojourn soul, and he had the last part in his hand.

In his hands, the liquid metal kept changing, from a mass of pectin-like semi-solidified liquid to a human form, and then covered with layers of fine and dense scales, until the color became lighter and lighter, the surface became smoother and smoother, and the translucent fine scales disappeared from the surface of the portrait.

By this time Eric was sweating profusely, but a sense of urgency urged him to do his best.

Then he slashed his wrist and poured the silver blood on it as John watched in amazement, and the one-foot-tall humanoid fused with the blood and gradually turned pink, as if it had become some kind of organic creature, with a complex luster in the crystal, and finally became a translucent material.

The classmates hadn't woken up yet, John felt something unusual from the tutor's actions, he didn't bother the tutor, watching the person squirm as if activated by blood, desperately absorbing nutrients from the blood, gradually the limbs emerged, the skin became extremely delicate, and then the hair, facial features, and finally formed a small human form.

If it weren't for the fact that Eric was sitting opposite, John almost thought that the mentor had been shrunk by some kind of force.

Now that the liquid had been shaped into Eric's form, it squinted like Eric's thoughts, and John stared at it closely, when suddenly the humanoid opened its eyes and smiled at him.

John straightened up sharply, and he blinked desperately to look again, and below was still the little man with his eyes closed. (To be continued)

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