Washington, White House.

The Oval Office, which is where the president works and meets guests on a daily basis, is located in the West Wing of the White House and is named because of its oval shape. The interior design of the office is in the classical baroque style, and it is customary for each new president to rearrange the office according to his personal preferences, and the president, who was originally seeking re-election, intends to change the design of his office in his next term, replacing the overly strong and indifferent olive green carpet with a warmer brown color, so as to symbolize that the new policy will be more pragmatic.

Now the White House visitor doesn't have to bother with his office anymore, because it won't be long before the historic room has its new owner.

But before leaving, he still has some work to deal with, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble in the future due to uneven distribution.

At this moment, the embarrassed national president is holding a meeting to deal with the aftermath of the matter, and in order to deal with the matter more satisfactorily and more secretly, he has summoned not the well-known ministers, parliamentarians and celebrities, but some seemingly inconspicuous national stalwarts who hold real power in the government or are inextricably linked in all aspects. The work was so complex that, despite extensive consultations in advance, the meeting lasted for three hours and did not come to an end until 4 p.m.

Finally, the president began to put the finishing touches on the recent covert crackdown on the new leader of the mutants.

"The matter has come to this, we must get the maximum benefit from this person, I ask all parties to follow up in time, if we have had some small unpleasantness, then I hope that this time we can make up for the loss of the past with a new one." By this time, the president had already regained his composure, and after that ordeal, he was finally able to face his flaws. Many of the people present have already appeared. He was supposed to be an indispensable underground adviser to the president, but he was suspected of being too obvious for his selfishness and had to leave the White House to fend for himself, while other Texan brothers who were always chattering about wanting more benefits were gradually snubbed by the president and also disqualified from attending important meetings.

Although he was frightened, he finally got rid of the annoying flies, and His Excellency the President secretly rejoiced.

Perhaps the moment he successfully stepped into the White House, the original help began to turn into a burden, and the short-sighted former partner was no longer willing to give, but more focused on taking. Finally caused himself a huge amount of trouble. It may not be a good thing to use this incident to get rid of them now—it may just be a matter of waiting a few more years, and after so long in business, His Excellency the President has enough confidence to take control of his own vote and re-enter the place.

Perhaps a few seats could be freed up for new, more powerful partners, the president groaned, and his eyes grew hotter as he looked at some of the most weighty people.

After the meeting, these powerful people left. One of them was stared at by someone outside.

"Mr. Stryker?" A middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion, coral glasses, and neatly combed silver called out to the mutant expert.

"Senator Kelly?" The chubby Stryker always looked sloppy no matter how he dressed, and when he heard the greeting from behind, he quickly recognized the politician he had been in contact with. This is a fellow who shares his hard-line attitude towards mutants, who are supposed to be their own people, but the last time the president asked him how to eliminate the mutant menace, Stryker shamefully chose to retreat - it was all brought about by Eric's bastard - and now he didn't know what this man would think of him.

For Stryker, things have changed so quickly in recent years.

Decades of inaction. Because the enemy's charity suddenly became hot, and it didn't take long for the good days to be kicked out of the military due to the scandal of the old days, but I didn't expect that now the momentum of the enemy and the enemy will change again. He actually became the president's guest again. The change was as incredible as the plot of a third-rate novel, and Stryker, who had always focused on research and prided himself on his fame and fortune, was also puzzled about his future, and he was a little surprised to have a senator who reached out to him.

"Hello, big fan of the Mutant Act." Stryker shook Kelly's hand in a friendly manner, thinking that the one in front of him was still the same Kelly as before.

"Oh, that's right." Kelly kept smiling. "I heard that you were in charge of this operation? Well done, and I want to congratulate you, William. ”

"No, the moderator is someone else, I'm just offering some advice." There is no suspicion of secrecy, as long as the people do not know about it. But Stryker is inevitably embarrassed to mention the power to preside over the operation, he knows where the promoters are coming from, but he has become a mere advisor to mutants.

"What are you going to do with that guy?" Kelly inquired seemingly casually after a few words of comfort, but Stryker dodged his question.

Although Kelly is a fellow believer, the fewer people who always know the secret, the better.

"There will be a suitable solution." Stryker coped vaguely.

"But if you kill him, you're going to make a mess, you know that's a tough guy, he has some subordinates and social connections, and I'm worried about getting into trouble like the last Liberty Island incident." Kelly expressed concern, and Stryker could understand his feelings. It was the last time Kelly advocated a draconian mutant surveillance policy that led Magneto to attack Liberty Island and sabotage the global summit, the senator has been somewhat erratic.

"Please don't worry about it this time." Stryker decided to reveal something.

"We know how difficult mutants are to deal with, so we do our best to stabilize his accomplices, and nothing has changed except for that person. Mutants are powerful, but they don't really realize how powerful they are, and that man, unlike his other compatriots, has subtly distorted people's perceptions and disguised the nature of race strife to make people think that it is just another form of discrimination. In fact, it is we who are threatened, and now we are just returning to our original form. He vaguely mentioned something, although it was not explicitly told, but it was enough to satisfy the people who came.

Soon they said goodbye to each other, looking at the short and fat back, and the yellow light in Kelly's eyes flickered faintly.

No matter how the outside world changes, the "man" who was held in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building spent another day.

Most of the time he was alone, and occasionally Captain America would come to visit, most often of Coulson's female colleagues.

"You're going to keep me here?" During the small talk, Eric asked casually.

"I was going to keep you under the Ministry of Defense, which is all plastic and cement, but there has already been a failure there, and it's no longer hidden, so the new all-magnetic prison is being renovated, and you have to stay here for the time being." The female agent was now talking slowly to him.

"Do you ever feel like a failure?" Natasha pointed to his heart through the transparent survival box. "I think you're as pathetic as Hannibal."

She was referring to Hannibal's abandonment of his homeland and his desperation.

"There may be some similarities between his experience and mine, but there must be something different about him, because once he fails, he can't come back." Eric said casually, and Natasha's heart jumped, feeling close to some key news.

"What about you?" She asked casually, her soft hand running through the box over Eric's chest.

Eric smiled, then changed the subject.

And so it is again!

Every time!

Natasha was so angry that the roots of her teeth were tickling. In the past few days, no matter how hard he tries to talk, he will hang up his appetite at every critical moment.

Needless to say, there are all kinds of people who have seen all kinds of people in Natasha's life as an agent, most of whom have fallen at her feet, and of course, there are many examples of failures, but it is really rare to see a guy who can keep his mouth shut in such a disadvantageous situation, which makes her have a strong curiosity and desire to conquer.

She patiently chatted for a while, and then provoked a new topic.

"What did you do in the past?" Natasha asked softly, but in her heart she longed to beat him flat with a stick.

"What do you want to know?" Eric raised an eyebrow, vaguely feeling her patience draining.

"I'm sure you're not a clone, can I talk about the past?" The female agent continued her efforts.

"Do you want to know, or are they?" Eric looked to the side, Natasha pretended to look back, and the headset quickly got a hint.

"What if I want to know?" She showed the most delicate smile.

"Then let's trade fairly." Eric gave her an unexpected mention.

exchanged the imaginary shun lì, but because it was too smooth, Natasha always felt that the other party was fooling herself.

According to Eric, he is simply a wanderer who survives in the gap between time and space, sabotaged the conspiracy of the ancient Egyptian priests, once talked to the Holy Son, successfully conquered the Thermopylae Pass, captured Xerxes I, participated in the assassination of the Mongol Khan, and was the hero of the North American War.

And that's not even counting some of the other experiences of the Lights.

Listening to these nonsense words he talked about, the green tendons on Natasha's head tensed from time to time, and she was so angry that she almost exploded, knowing that most of what she told in order to win the trust of the other party was her own real experience, and the result was in exchange for something completely meaningless.

Immortals may exist, but Eric's doesn't look like it.

In the end, she could only smash the life support box hard and leave with uncontrollable anger. (To be continued!)

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