"We want the truth!"

"Unleash the mutants!"

"Punish William Stryker!"

Crowds in homemade costumes crowded in front of the iron bars of the White House, holding wooden signs with colorful slogans and chanting.

A middle-aged woman with a sleek, yellow and haggard face, desperately squeezed through the crowd, holding the cold and piercing iron door with her thin hands, "Give me back my daughter, please, give me back my daughter!"

She fell to her knees in a daze, shuddering and pulling her phone out of her coat pocket and shaking it to show the expressionless, heavily armed White House guards behind the bars.

On the screen of her mobile phone, a bald girl of seven or eight years old lies on a dark green hospital bed, her body densely packed with transparent catheters, like rotten wood eaten and rotted by termites.

The seemingly never-ending blood gushing from her veins was poured into a cylindrical plastic vessel more than a meter high, with doctors in white lab coats writing and drawing in the background.

"You have deceived me by saying that my daughter is just suffering from a certain disease and needs to be taken to a specialized medical facility for 'correction'. ”

The emaciated mother choked up and cried, "I sent her away, I sent my daughter to your truck with my own hands!"

Please, I just want my daughter back, please....."

The demonstrator crowd seemed to be boiling a little more, beating the iron railings and shouting as loud as they could.

"These mobs!"

In a cramped office, the pot-bellied senior bureaucrat snorted in disbelief, slammed his coffee on the table, and let the tawny liquid splash on the solid wood table.

The small space was filled with the elite of the White House in suits and leather shoes, who were the rulers who truly stood at the pinnacle of power in America and the world, representing the interests of the behemoth of bureaucratic capital.

"Don't talk about those useless," the chief of staff interrupted the fat man's complaints, and he took a hard puff of his cigarette, and said in a deep voice as he swallowed the clouds, "Then the direction of this matter will be decided."

William Stryker had to be abandoned, he had to take on a big enough responsibility and not give new, testimony about others in court.

The experimental base under the Hoover Dam must be completely cleared, and the remaining mutants can be released after amnestics, and those who have undergone advanced modification will be handed over to the special department."

No one asked for the details of the "disposal", and everyone in the room was talking about a pile of tattered furniture that had no value and needed to be discarded, as if they were housewives.

The news media in America have already set up a greeting in advance, and all the information about the news broadcast about this matter will be on their side,

What media freedom, what uncrowned king, in front of capital are all watchdogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy.

The chief of staff shook the cigarette ash, and the high-end leather boots on his feet reflected the light, "The Secretary of Defense of America will resign on the grounds of negligence, and I have already said hello to the federal court, and they are not clean under their own buttocks, and they will not delve into this matter." ”

"What about the president?"

“.... He's not going to speak up, he's not on that list, and he wants us to take it down so he can retire safely. ”

The chief of staff looked around, his voice a little distorted in the smoke that swirled, "I know that there is some imbalance in the hearts of all of you on the list, but there is no way, someone has to stand up for it." When the limelight passes, the rest of your colleagues will try to get you out. ”

A thin bureaucrat hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and asked, "What about that Lohard?"

"Lohard, who?" the chief of staff frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "The one in the robbery, what's wrong with him?"

The thin bureaucrat coughed lightly and said: "He is actually a mutant who escaped from the Hoover Dam dungeon, and after being arrested, we claimed to be transferred to a special mutant cell, but in fact, he was still locked back under the Hoover Dam to continue the experiment." ”

"Hmm..... Now is the time for the storm," the chief of staff said slowly, tapping his knuckles on the armrest of his chair, "just erase his memory." ”

"Uh......" The thin bureaucrat rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly, took out a photo from his pocket, and gently moved it to the square table, "What, when Magneto was speaking, Lohard happened to be transforming..."

In the photo, the originally thin white guy has turned into a large pool of swollen rotten meat, and his facial features like pancakes are accumulated on the top, barely piecing together the appearance of a human being.

"What the hell is this," the chief of staff couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, and scolded, "Is William Stryker an orphan?

"At that time, everyone thought that the limelight was over," the thin bureaucrat whispered, "and the anti-cancer drugs based on mutant genes have been successfully developed, and even longevity drugs are close at hand....."

The chief of staff was silent, the value behind an anti-cancer drug alone was enough to shake the giant chaebol behind him, not to mention the longevity potion that could completely rewrite the entire human social order.....

Compared to the shoddy superhuman potions of World War II, the explosive death rate promised by William Stryker has a better future, which is one of the reasons why the entire American ruling class has turned a blind eye to his forbidden experiments

After a long time, the chief of staff waved his hand in annoyance and said, "Deal with Lohad and let the FBI fake the illusion that he is still in a normal prison."

By the way, notify S.H.I.E.L.D. and let them catch Magneto and that keyboard warrior as quickly as possible, at all costs. ”

The bureaucrats looked at each other and replied hesitantly, "Can S.H.I.E.L.D. still be trusted?" Captain America seemed to sense something, so he released the water in the process of chasing Lohard. ”

"Hmph, I haven't fallen yet, Nick Fury dares to rebel?" the chief of staff sneered and pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, "What Captain America, it's just a man-made idol taken out during World War II to fool fools and fools, is it difficult to shut him up?"

The cramped office was silent again, and only the gloomy bureaucrats were silent.

"Damn Magneto, damn Keyboard Warrior, damn Marvel Hut. ”

A bureaucrat pulled a tissue out of a paper drawer and vigorously wiped the coffee stains on the square table as he grumbled in the urn, echoing the miserable cries of the mother outside the White House.