It's been a busy day. After playing chess with the professor all night, Eric had to take the students to class again, and before he could finish the first lesson, an unexpected visitor came to the door.

"You're always so busy." Nothing happened, Auroro was going to take a break, but she was called in again as a substitute teacher, and she gave Eric a roll of the eyes in dissatisfaction.

What could Eric say, hugging her hard to apologize, then walked to the door of the academy amid the laughter of the students.

Warren was waiting there, and he had brought a girl who looked innocent and beautiful.

"I said Warren, it's not a good thing to hide it." Far away, Eric said to the grim soldier.

"What?" Warren was confused, not knowing what he was hiding and being discovered by Eric.

"Didn't you tell me last time that you have such a beautiful daughter besides Christina, what is her name?" Eric walked up to him and held out his hand to the little girl, but the other person did not respond, and stared sideways at Warren without moving or speaking.

At this time, Warren suddenly realized and quickly explained.

"You're mistaken. This is Laura...... Doctorate. Warren probably didn't find a word like "made" appropriate, and he racked his brains to find the word "cultivate."

Eric ignored him, he had already seen through the alloy skeleton that was similar to the body of another mentor in the academy.

"I will find Miss Laura a brother who loves her, and I am sure they will get along well." He said lightly.

Warren's face twitched.

"Logan?" He asked tentatively.

"Comments?" Eric looked at him with a smirk.

"Nope." Warren immediately denied it. "I just think he's a dangerous guy."

"Don't worry about him, as long as Stryker isn't stupid enough to run over on his own, he won't know anything. Now tell me about your boss, or your former boss? Eric asked disapprovingly, he was still a little curious about Stryker's affairs, and on the day of the hearing, he saw that Stryker didn't have much nervousness in private, and he estimated that this guy had some hole cards in his hand and could rely on them to get by.

"The Doctor is still my boss, and there is no one to replace him." Warren proudly said that after decades of following Stryker, he had come to regard the chief as a father, and nothing could shake his loyalty. "The Ministry of Defense has investigated, but it can't do anything about him, because he has a letter of authorization from the former president, which proves that everything he does is for a highly confidential military mission, and in addition, the Army Research Center and other institutions have been involved, and after so many years, some of the people who joined at the beginning are already in high positions, so the investigation team can only find a few small people to deal with the Ministry of Justice. With these people sharing the responsibility, the Doctor received only a few minor punishments, and will be back to lead us in a year's time. ”

What an old fox, Eric thought to himself. But seeing that Warren came so early, I'm afraid things are more than that.

"That's not enough, you don't need me to do something, right?"

was pierced by a word, Warren smiled awkwardly: "Of course, we always have something to ask for you, isn't that exactly what you want to see." But it's not about that today, but what you want us to do is done, and I want to see when you take it. ”

He's talking about what Eric and Stryker mentioned not long ago, and he suggests that Stryker do something for himself, and now it's on the line. Eric groaned a little and waved over John.

This kid had been secretly paying attention to this side for a long time, and when he saw Eric waving, he casually asked Auroro for leave and ran over.

"Boss?" John looked at Warren with some hostility in his eyes, and after watching the live broadcast of the hearing, he had already remembered that this person had followed Stryker to invade the academy, and if it weren't for Eric beside him, he would have wanted to give someone a little color.

Instead of explaining to Warren, Eric handed John something and instructed:

"I can't make it to the appointment, you send this to Hank's studio for me, the young lady who came yesterday needs it." John looked down and saw that it was a large syringe filled with a tube full of silver liquid, and it was quite heavy to handle.

"What is this?" He asked casually.

"Secret," Eric replied.

"Is this a secret mission?" John immediately became excited, as if he had become an envoy plenipotentiary on a top-secret mission, and his young heart beat violently, leaving Warren completely behind.

"Yes, Sergeant John, I command you to finish it as soon as possible." Eric gave him a solemn military salute.

"Yes!" John screamed, bowed in return, and walked away.

***

At this moment in the John Edgar Hoover building in the District of Columbia, the head of the intelligence department is listening to a report from his subordinates, who were sent to supervise Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youth, but failed to complete the mission, was knocked unconscious in the middle of the night last night, did not wake up until dawn, and then quietly returned to the headquarters to report.

The director was about forty-five or sixteen years old, slightly chubby and deep-eyed, he held two simulated portraits drawn by masters according to the description, looked at them expressionlessly for a while, and then threw them on the table, forced to look at the two subordinates who were upside down, and said slowly: "So, you were knocked unconscious without seeing anything, and all the installed instruments were scrapped?" ”

His words immediately aroused the objection of one of the agents.

"No, I saw it. It was Donald, and Donald attacked me! Look at my face, it's red and swollen from it. The agent said aloud intensely, pointing to the scar on the officer's face.

But the director ignored him, flipped through the papers on the table, and continued:

"Your companion also told me that it was Mickey who gave him a smack and knocked him unconscious...... I have to say, you're so handsome. Let me think about what the media would say if this report got out, whether they treated us like a bunch of clumsy crooks who burned billions of dollars every year, or whether they decided that the FBI took money from Disney to advertise new cartoons...... Do you think I'm going to believe the stupidity of you two idiots? He suddenly raised his voice and slapped the case, furious: "Also, what is the smell on your body, do you brush your teeth with shit?" ”

The agent trembled at the sudden change, and he hastened to clear up the misunderstanding.

"It's a Hawaiian-style specialty, and I spilled it on my body when I was attacked......"

But the director didn't want to hear him explain anymore and interrupted him sharply.

"Hawaiian specialty? Very good! Next, I would recommend you to try African specialties. Stand now! ”

The two agents reflexively stood up.

"Turn back, keep walking, get out of my office!" The Director roared loudly and chased the two inverted friezes out.

"A bunch of idiots!" Until the figures of the two subordinates disappeared outside the door in a panic, the director's chest was still angry and kept rising, and he said hatefully. "If we had the choice, why did we choose these goods?"

He complained to the man on the couch next to him, who had been sitting there without interjecting, and now when he heard the inquiry, he asked disapprovingly:

"You think they're lying?"

"Is there really one such thing as rats and ducks that attack people?" The Director asked rhetorically.

"Maybe not, but mutants can't do it." The man's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"That's none of our business anymore." The Director put away the reports from his subordinates and was going to lock them in the filing cabinet, but a thought interrupted him, and after thinking about it, he threw them into the shredder, and after a clattering sound, they were completely shattered into a pile of confetti, and they were no longer visible.

"We're out of power anyway." The director pretended to be relaxed, and there was an indescribable schadenfreude in his voice.

The person opposite let out a muffled laugh from his nose, but it didn't stop him, because the two of them were sick and sick, and they were both about to leave their jobs.

Now they are unofficial and light, just waiting to hand over to the guy who took over the work.

"How's Stryker's talk going?" In the midst of the bored waiting, the director and the stumbling brother on the couch gossiped about Stryker, he had a great bad feeling for the doctor, if it weren't for Stryker, he wouldn't have caused a backlash from mutants, and he and the others wouldn't have been scapegoated and ousted.

"No progress." The man knew the matter quite well, because it was he who was responsible, and he was still a little indignant when he said it. "The White House asked us to step up our work on the one hand, and on the other hand, it protected him, and now no one can touch him."

"The military can't either, he's directly under the Pentagon." The director thought it was incredible.

"Neither can the military." The man replied in the affirmative. "The White House, Congress, the Foundation, Aegis, us, all the forces on and off the table want to fight for him, or simply destroy him, but the problem is that everyone's minds are so urgent that no one wants to take a step beyond the sight of others, and this guy's allies are mutants, and now he seems to be in danger. I even suspect that if he hadn't done that, he might have been nominated as the first Minister of Mutant Affairs by now. ”

"Go dream." The Director pouted, then noticed something. "So Congress has decided to pass the deal? It's called the Department of Mutant Affairs? ”

"Yes, there is no reason to object. While waging war at a time when the economy is sluggish and employment is sluggish can be a savior, it also depends on who is right. The Sudans of Asia and the Independence of Africa. The cutters are obviously better to deal with than the mutants, and the benefits are greater---- and the mutants don't have an oil field. The man explained to the director in detail.

"Then we'll see." The director said smutteredly, then asked casually. "What are mutants doing now?"

"They set up an office, near Columbia University in Manhattan."

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