"Mutants are by no means innocent victims." Trask said loudly, walking into the middle of the pitch and nodding to the chairman, then facing the camera.

"I'm not talking about the criminal behavior of mutants, but a greater threat to our group ---- all of humanity. Allow me to read a document that I read from cIa decades ago, written by Professor Charles Xavier, the founder of the Mutant Academy behind him, a veteran mutant. ”

In front of the TV in the college, the teachers and students couldn't help but glance at the professor, the professor was a little embarrassed, of course he knew what he had written.

Trask had read the paper so many times that he knew it by heart, and he didn't need to take out any more documents, but recited the famous treatise on mutants without thinking, and quickly memorized it to the end. “…… In the eyes of Neanderthals, his mutant cousin modern Homo sapiens ---- that is, our ---- is a deformity, and the emergence of the mutant race modern Homo sapiens was followed by the rapid demise of its lower cousin---- that is, Neanderthals. His voice echoed through the silent hall until the last sentence was read.

"Some people may ask, what does a 20,000-year-old change of race have to do with all of us here? I'm going to answer him, it's a lot. If you go to the library and open the books on ancient humans, you will understand how these human races, which have dominated all of Europe and western Asia since 200,000 years ago, have disappeared, and then they will understand that my fears are justified, because we face the same challenges. Looking at the thoughtful people, Trask spread his hands: "Now, we are Neanderthals." ”

His words made people feel a strong sense of crisis, as if a future threat had been unfolded before them, and they had thought that the image of the mutants had improved, but now they had quietly deflected, and Trask's short stature had become unusually tall due to his bold predictions.

"I really regret being so ......young and frivolous," muttered the professor, his eyes stung by the light of the screen, and even more painful in his heart, his own rationale for the persecution of mutants, a poisonous snake called "Remorse" that kept biting at his heart, making him feel more and more distressed.

In the hearing hall, Eric squinted at Trask as he looked around the room, and then the two men looked at each other.

Ms. Mora was a little breathless, she stood up from behind and said: "These are two different things, and it does not mean that Neanderthals were exterminated by Homo sapiens, and from the existing research, it is very likely that they eventually merged together, and there is some evidence in the archaeological community to prove this view......"

"The evidence of the archaeological community is always contradictory, and you can't use your evidence to prove that the threat of mutants does not exist. A simplest question, can you stop your mutants from continuing to harm ordinary people? Can you? Trask coldly interrupted her, he didn't need to have an academic debate, as long as people thought of the fate of that ancient race and were wary of mutants, he would win.

Ms. Mora also realized this, and she felt even more tricky, this is not a person who plays cards according to common sense, he just wants to muddy the waters.

Just as the mutants were feeling uneasy, Eric's voice rang out.

"Mr. Trask, please answer me a question." Eric said, "If your son is a mutant, do you think he will kill you for no reason in order to take your place?" ”

"You're stealing a concept!" Trask replied indifferently. "Individually, I'm not a Neanderthals."

"But mutants aren't Homo sapiens either. Homo sapiens, who invaded the Neanderthal tradition, originated from the Homo erectus group in Africa, and it did not belong to the Neanderthals of Western Europe. Mutants are not Homo sapiens, because mutants may come from you, from me. Eric stretched out his arm and pointed at everyone. Mutants may come from all of us, passed down from the male bloodline to the next generation. So, according to Mr. Trask's theory, all males may have the horrific consequences of their extinction of humanity by their reproductive behavior, should we confiscate their tools of crime to avoid further panic? ”

Eric's voice was loud and gentle, and his words sounded more plausible than Trask's incitement, not to mention that his statement was quite interesting.

A tool for men's crimes? The people present thought for a moment before they understood what he was referring to, and the terrifying atmosphere that Trask had just created was immediately shattered.

Some chuckled softly.

"I don't understand the life or death of the ancients, but this guy's analogy is wonderful." A journalist whispered to his colleague with a smile, and his colleague smiled.

Trask was hit by Eric's blow, and he couldn't find a reason to refute it for the time being, he was a wise man with deep thought, but not a politician with quick wits and quick adaptation, just as he racked his brain, Eric's voice rang out again.

"You can't answer yes. Everybody----" he said, raising his voice to call attention to the crowd.

"Guys, while we're talking about the mutant threat, it's a good idea to get it clear: what is a mutant? Mutants are not gunmen who rush out into the streets and shoot people everywhere, mutants are the future of humanity because it is possible for our next generation and even ourselves to become mutants. ”

"Mr. Trask asked a good question just now, and I can now tell you clearly that I can't stop mutants from committing crimes. I am not God, and it is God's job to stop the evil in people's hearts, and I can't do it. But I also want to ask Mr. Trask, can you recover the nuclear fallout that is spreading throughout the country? Can you protect yourself from the ubiquitous radiation of the electronic age? If you can't, the mutants will follow. Whether it's parliamentarians or journalists, including you and me, everyone's descendants have the potential to become mutants. I think Mr. Stryker understands this very well. Eric said, unexpectedly pointing at Stryker, who was sitting with his head in his hands.

Everyone was in an uproar, including many soldiers. None of Fang's colleagues knew that Stryker's son was a mutant.

The chairman knocked on the table, reminding the group to be quiet, and then he asked Stryker a question.

"General Stryker, please answer my question, is what this representative is talking about?" His words touched the nerves of many people, if even the son of an anti-mutant pioneer like Stryker is also a mutant, then who can prevent the era of mutants from coming, when mutants become their descendants, it will be difficult to stand against them no matter what.

Stryker slowly stood up, his face ashen and his voice trembling.

"Yes. My son Jensen...... It's a mutant. Stryker replied.

Hearing his answer, although they were prepared, people were still shocked, and they whispered to each other to discuss.

Trask sensed that the situation was getting out of hand, and he hurriedly shouted.

"Doesn't his son kill his own mother that speaks of the danger of mutants?"

The voices in the hall grew louder, and there was no consensus in the heated debate.

"Silence, please let Mr. Stryker finish." The chairman banged on the table again and again to stop the chaos at the hearing, and it took a while for the people to calm down the discussion and return their eyes to the center of the hall.

Stryker was silent for a moment, his trembling hands revealing the pain inside.

"It all started when I was young," he said in a hoarse voice, reminiscing about his past.

When he was young, Stryker was also a hot-blooded young man, who took the initiative to enlist in the army to become a soldier for the ideal of serving the country, and was promoted to an officer by his superiors because of his bravery and devotion to duty. However, like most young people who get married, he feels a little tight on money in order to get better treatment for his family, so he is tempted by a higher salary. Confused joined Trask's team and has since embarked on a point of no return.

He slowly talks about how he was persuaded by a persuasion to follow Trask everywhere to capture mutants and make them a reality. When his memories slowly unfold like a long scroll, people know for the first time that mutants have also served their country, but not only did they not receive recognition, but they received a fatal blow. Stryker mentions a lot of things that outsiders have never heard of, and the way people look at Trask is that Stryker is just a schoolboy compared to him, and Trask is the teacher who is mad, the one who started it.

For a moment, only the rustle of the reporter's pen and Stryker's voice echoed through the hall.

"I've always believed in his views and walked physically. I thought in my heart that I was doing the right thing, and the orders I received proved it. Until one day, my wife panicked and told me that my son was a mutant. ”

At this point, Stryker covered his face, and after a while he took off his glasses, which had been diluted by the moisture, and he shuddered and reached into his coat pocket, turning it over several times before taking out his handkerchief and wiping his eyes.

"My sky fell at that moment." He said in a trembling voice.

Jester Warren, who was behind the chief, remembered his sadness, and he couldn't help but redden.

"I've thought about concealing it, but human inertia is terrible, and I've maintained this inertia for a long time. When I tried to resist it in reverse, it easily destroyed my attempt. I don't know how I lost my mind and forcibly brought my son to the base and locked him up. By the time I came to my senses and tried to correct my mistakes, my son Jensen had become so hated for me and my wife that he felt we were going to hurt him. I later sent him to a mutant-run school, thinking they would have a way to save our father-son relationship, but it was too late and no one could dispel his hatred. Thereupon...... So my wife ......", and Stryker was so grief-stricken that he could no longer speak.

Seeing this scene, people showed unbearable expressions, and some of the sensual ladies even shed tears, although they were still sincerely disgusted by Stryker's behavior, but they were emotionally sympathetic to his misfortune, so that the source of a series of tragedies---- Trask became the focus of everyone's hatred.

Now that Bolívar Trask felt that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable to him, he looked pale at the chairman of the hearing, and only he could put an end to the accusation.

Bill, the chairman of the hearing, rang the table again.

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