In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, Chairman Watsonton, with his hands in his trouser pockets, watched expressionlessly as the senator delegates boarded the helicopter parked on the ground and left the island where the real room was located. ,

When the aircraft staggered across the barrier of the strait and disappeared into the cascading buildings of the distant city, a feeling called remorse slowly grew in his heart, and he hated himself for not insisting on his opinion, and the world-famous pharmaceutical tycoon was persuaded by the representatives of politicians to change his attitude so lightly, which made Watsonton extremely uncomfortable.

But he also understands that opinions within the company need to be respected, and Mograini, who speaks for politicians, is not alone, and behind him is a large shareholder who is eager to get more benefits. Watsendon himself can care about social responsibility, but others may not think so. This kind of conflict in stance cannot be reversed at will with a single sentence, and being too tough will only lead to the situation getting out of control.

When the former president was alive, he attacked the medical interests on behalf of other industries that supported him, although this criticism was eventually reduced to a political method without forming a real law, and the former president himself was killed in an accident, but the influence of that ** is far from over, and as a leader in the industry, it is not easy for Watsendon to maintain his current position.

People hate the high cost of medical care so much that it has given rise to the strange form of medical tourism, in which patients would rather endure physical and mental pain to come to a backward country overseas to receive medical programs with incalculable risks, rather than enjoy first-class medical equipment and first-class medical staff in their own country, and the reasons for this are well known to those in the industry, but like all stubborn problems, no one can solve them.

From the moment the interest group was formed, it became a monster lying on the sick body of the people and sucking blood. People in the group enjoy the benefits it brings, but it is difficult for them to reconcile the contradictions through self-restraint, and when people outside the group want to start changing the status quo, they will be attacked by people with vested interests. This phenomenon has become ingrained as the country grows. It is not a politician who makes a few promises that will dissipate the dark clouds.

What's more, there are mutants involved, and for a private reason that he doesn't want to make it public, Watsonton's line of hostility to mutants has caused a lot of controversy within the company.

Now he can only pray that God will bless Shi Yàn that nothing will go wrong and then get through it with the help of the senators. Watson thought so, and then the assistant woke him up.

"Dad?" Accompanied by an assistant, a handsome young man in a slightly chubby beige coat walked in.

Watsonton turned his head, a kind smile barely on his gloomy face.

"Warren, my son, are you alright?" He pulled his son and sat down.

Warren nodded, his appearance a little timid. He completely lacks the self-confidence and admiration that his peers should have, and is as pitiful as a child who has done something wrong, and the appearance of his son falls in the eyes of Chairman Watsonton, and the more he feels pressure.

"The new agent has not yet been finalized, we have to observe its toxic side effects again before we can use it for you, you just stay at home, why do you come so far to see me?" While the father blamed, he clenched his son's hand again, and family affection and blame came at the same time. Warren could only nod his head repeatedly.

Then the young man took off his coat, revealing the two very tightly bound white wings behind his back, and Watsendon observed for a moment before putting them on with his own hands.

"It's a little bigger, but don't worry. I'll find a solution before sending you to college. The father muttered, and suddenly a surge of anger came up. Damn mutants! ”

He cursed fiercely, as if his son was not a member of the mutants, but was suffering from an infectious disease that caused the human body to mutate.

Hear this. Warren's eyes, which had his back to his father, immediately dimmed.

In a field that the father and son could not observe, an invisible force slowly retracted, and it left the chairman's office. Diving headlong into the floor, he arrived at the most important virus isolation room without hindrance.

In this heavily guarded room, dozens of isolation boxes of various models are placed, each made of tempered glass containing a virus-infused organism, whose growth tables have been recorded by the researchers, some of which are still maintaining a mostly normal appearance, and some of which have become bizarre - either an extra large organ, or a part of the body that has become deformed, and some of which have shed their hair and grown bare scales.

Behind these small isolation boxes, a giant rat was displayed alone in the distance, and when the force approached, it raised its head sensitively, its small purple eyes staring vigilantly into the air.

A breeze blew through the sealed thickened box, and the giant rat's fur stood on end, and it jerked to its feet, roaring hoarsely into the air.

The monitor in the corner of the wall immediately changed, and the observer through a window immediately gave orders, and soon four heavily armed security guards armed with high-voltage electric shock weapons rushed inside.

"What's going on?" Watsonton, who hurried to hear the news, asked the monitor.

"Nothing." The monitor reports, then makes his guess. "It's probably because I've left it alone for too long, and I'm a little irritable."

It turned out to be a false alarm, and Watson breathed a sigh of relief, and when the force that had triggered the alertness receded like a tide, and the giant rat also regained its usual quietness, the chairman was even more convinced of his men's judgment.

"Keep an eye on it, and report to me anytime." After a few words, Watsendon left with his son and his assistant, and when his son Warren inadvertently met the little eyes of the giant rat before going out, the young man suddenly shuddered.

"Eric?" On the academy's playground, Auroro was shouting at the master of the force. "Do you want to try again?"

"Here it is." Eric replied with his eyes open, and then walked back to the middle of the lawn with Stormgirl, intending to see how Auroro's power worked.

Although he and Jean guessed that the mutant talent was not entirely due to the effect of genes, there must be some commonalities, perhaps all of them are the same in the most fundamental source, that is to say, the fire man may not only be able to manipulate the flames, but also may absorb heat to form low temperatures, so observing the operation mode of other people's abilities has become an important lesson designed by Eric.

In this world, he is far from the strongest one, now there is opposition in the human race, and there will be unknown threats in the future, after the professor is out, he has subtracted important resistance, but also lost strong support, if humanity is willing to pay a huge price, they can still cause immeasurable damage to him, if you want to evolve in peace, you can only choose to be strong to the end, to avoid someone from having other thoughts. So Eric must be aware of the pressure and make himself stronger every day than before.

Auroro also understands this, so she actively cooperates.

After a fluctuation of the force field, the clear sky darkened, and thick dark clouds gathered from all directions, quickly enveloping half of the sky.

The branches of the trees fluttered, at first swaying slightly, but soon they swayed sideways in the wind, and the shining electric light flashed in the black clouds above, and the great thunder was deafening, like countless armies proudly stepping through the void, trying to conquer the world with majestic spirit.

Eric stood across from the Storm Girl, squinting his eyes and watching her quietly, as if Auroro felt a silent urging, and the output of the force field increased even more.

The dark clouds pressed down almost against the ground, and a storm blowing from a very far distance swept in cold air, and soon formed a small ice cube around Eric, but the white frost flower had not yet approached his body, and naturally changed direction, it was an invisible magnetic field that was silently rotating to produce protection, and not even a trace of freezing air could penetrate his body.

Eric stretched out his hand to feel the force field from Auroro, the nature of Storm Girl's strength is quite different from his magnetic talent, unlike the fact that he can have a similar source like Jean. Sometimes he felt that he had gained nothing, but occasionally he had a casual flash of inspiration, and it seemed to quietly pluck a few transparent strings, and several thunderous lightning flashes sounded in the air.

He didn't say anything, and the storm never stopped, and the dark clouds hovered over the playground to form a rain band the size of two baseball fields, which at first were just thin droplets, and gradually increased over time, and then turned into heavy rain.

The professor left the office and looked from the balcony from afar, and Logan couldn't stop the curious Laura and the junior students, so he simply took them out of the classroom to observe.

Just when people were worried about whether a rain in the winter would flood the playground, the storm suddenly stopped, the raindrops stopped falling, and the thick dark clouds above surged violently, torn left and right by the invisible giant hands.

"This is Auroro?" Logan was a little strange, he had the impression that it was very easy for the Storm Girl to disperse the storm.

"He succeeded." The professor shook his head and turned his wheelchair back to his office.

Behind him, a ray of sunlight finally penetrated through the gap in the dark clouds, and then another, pale yellow pillar of light pierced straight into the dark shadows like the spear that Apollo threw from the chariot, and the dark clouds rolled in pain, howling silently for a while, suddenly stiffened for a moment, and then turned into nothing, disappearing into the void as if they had never appeared.

At this moment, the playground is shining brightly, and the stagnant water flows away quickly through the guò drainage channel.

Auroro pounced happily, and Eric hugged her for a moment, then suddenly glanced out consciously.

The wind is clear in the distance. (To be continued!)

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