On the arm-thick candlestick, the fire is windless and automatic.

James put down the leather scroll in his hand, closed his eyes, the life energy in his body swelled slightly, and he manipulated the blood-red energy flame to carve an upward arrow symbol in the flesh on the back of his right hand.

Tiaz, which represents wisdom, immortality, victory, etc.

After watching it silently for a moment, the runes composed of flame-red energy lines had no reaction except for a slight red fluorescence, no pain or itching, and there was no slightest feeling or change in the body.

Through his recent diligent reading of the various magical powers recorded in the Kama Taj Sanctuary, James has come to accept that his life energy is not suitable for constructing mana material forms out of thin air like the mystical mages here.

The method he came up with was to refer to the way that Asgardian rune magic attaches to objects to give a certain amount of divine power, and uses his living flesh and blood as life energy to build new power-

Cornerstone.

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Washington, White House Presidential Rotunda.

John F. Kennedy looked at his youngest son, who was lying on his stomach and hiding at the "Fortitude" table, pretending not to see his hiding, and let him sneak past his feet and get under the desk that the Queen had gifted him back then.

John II Jr. pushed open the bezel under his desk, which was built by President Roosevelt to cover his disabled leg when he was there, but unfortunately he died unexpectedly after just over 70 days.

The president's youngest son, who was less than two years old and whose small feet were not as big as Kennedy's palms, looked at the "Awakening Plan" proposal in front of him, and subconsciously tried to touch his side ribs, biting his lip.

After half a ring, Mr. President finally picked up the phone.

"Miller, give me the head of the Mutant Force Research Department at S.H.I.E.L.D., is it called Hals, yes, that's it."

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Syllable!

With the crisp sound of leather boots knocking together, Major William Stryker saluted Charles earnestly.

"Professor Xavier, it is an honour to work with you, I have never had the opportunity to receive a well-established higher education, and I admire the most learned people."

Charles looked at the enthusiastic and modest Major Stryker and waved his hands to humble himself.

When he knew that there would be a special commander who had returned from the Vietnam Theater of Meritorious Service and joined the Mutant Force Research and Development Department, he was worried that the military officers would be extremely difficult to deal with, so he was ready to deal with the "big head soldiers".

"Major Stryker, please don't be so polite, we are all researchers and participants in the recruitment invitation of the society, all kinds of professional backgrounds but no one has been trained in military literacy, I don't know the purpose of your joining..."

Major William Stryker's face was very sunny, and he nodded and smiled at Hank, who was sitting in the swivel chair next to him, and motioned for Charles to take a seat, and said in a gentle manner:

"Professor Xavier, I've spoken to Secretary Michael Hals, and if my homework is correct, is your team hoping to form a mutant squad to do something good for the American people through these magical mutant powers?"

Seeing Charles holding his arms and smiling, Major Stryker straightened his military cap, everything was normal inside, and he said more confidently:

"It is for this beautiful vision that I joined! I have a lot of experience in commanding special teams, and I'm also good at training and tapping the strengths and potentials of my team members, you see-"

Stryker opened the profiles of several of the mutant participants who were present, pulled out Darwin's page and continued.

"This Mr. Armando Muñoz, his ability is called 'Survival of the Fittest,' as you can imagine, he can easily enter the most dangerous fires to rescue the trapped people, and 'Siren, Mr. Sean Cassidy, whose sonic power will work wonders on local battlefields!'"

"Professor Xavier, when I was in the Vietnam War Zone, I met special people in the North Vietnamese army, and the future special operations model will definitely be dominated by special operations teams composed of mutants, who can not only benefit citizens at the social level, but also become combat heroes in the United States!"

"Just call me Charles. Error-free updates @"

Charles pursed his mouth, first said politely, didn't rush to answer, and slowly thought with slightly lowered eyes.

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Speaking of Major Stryker's words poked him in the itch, it is Charles Xavier's deep-rooted vision to lead the formation of mutants, a racial group born out of nowhere, into the "heroes" of the United States, and it is also the best development direction for mutants that he can imagine.

But let these partners involved in mutation research and development go to the battlefield, Charles still has some resistance, they are just ordinary people doing simple jobs, and Sean Cassidy is an older child who has just graduated from high school.

The tragic situation in the Vietnam War Zone and the various crises on the battlefield should not be endured by them.

Major Stryker looked at the "Master of the Mind" who was silently hesitating, and suddenly felt a little proud in his heart, it turned out that he could also "read" his thoughts.

Hurriedly gathering his spirits, Mr. Major continued to concentrate on throwing out the prepared draft.

"Charles, what I just said is just a cigarette analogy, for ordinary American citizens like 'Angel, Miss,' Kraken, and so on, I suggest that social service should be the mainstay, and through their ability characteristics, do what they can."

"That..."

Charles nodded frequently, and was about to ask something, but Major Stryker immediately resolved his remaining doubts.

"I have already applied to the bureau for this time, if they are willing to join this team, they will temporarily receive a salary of three hundred and fifty dollars per month and the corresponding benefits of S.H.I.E.L.D. special operators, I have learned about the work and life of these people, if they can have such an income......"

Professor Charles Xavier has never been embarrassed by lack of money since he was a child, although the Xavier family has long since lost the factory and land of the past, but the huge assets left by his ancestors, with the continuous expansion of the trust fund year after year, are still considered to be rich in New York.

But he also knows very well that the average annual income of American citizens is no more than $1,900, and New York will be higher, but it will not exceed $2,300, and this income will allow Darwin to no longer have to travel to all corners of New York every day.

It is more able to let the "angels" get rid of the primitive artistic work......

America is a place to chase dreams!

Charles became more and more convinced.

"Ahem, Charles?"

Major Stryker paused, watching the professor exchange glances with the thin researcher named McCoy, as if he had something else in mind.

"Major, you've brought great news and plans, and I think Sean will be happy to do that—"

"Also, and me... Mr. Major, I would like to ask if if I can receive an additional ...... in addition to the researcher's salary if I join this team."

Hank McCoy finally couldn't help but interject, but his voice gradually became quieter, and he seemed to be a little lacking in confidence.

William Stryker smiled and nodded, looking particularly reassuring, fully showing the side of the team that brings support and backbone to the team on the difficult battlefield.

With Edgar Hoover as the executive director of S.H.I.E.L.D., this salary budget can be easily approved, and it is not a problem at all.

"Professor Charles, there's another idea that needs your help."

Taking advantage of the smooth progress of his words, Major Stryker finally said:

"The mutant special forces thing .... That's right, the United States currently has nearly two million troops of all arms, and there must be some mutant brothers among them, but due to the current social vision and other problems, they can only carefully hide their secrets, you see......"

Charles frowned imperceptibly, this Major Stryker seemed to value merit, and listening to him, he wanted to identify the hidden mutant soldiers from the American army. @精华\/Shuge*First update~~

He moved slightly, and "looked" into the mind of the talkative major gentleman.

“… This idea has been submitted for approval, and it is hoped that these soldiers with unique talents will be gathered together, and they will improve their ranks, salaries, and form special combat squads to reap glory for the United States on more important battlefields!"

The back of Major Stryker's head vibrated lightly twice, and with the reflexes of his recently trained mind, he continued to read silently in his mind the words that had just come out of his mouth, his eyes and nose, and his nose and heart.

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Chapter 14: The Sprout of a Mutant Special Forces

The biggest test of my own task has finally arrived.

After half a ring, the tremor behind his head finally stopped, Major Stryker subconsciously swallowed and spit, the modified military hat was airtight, and his scalp was already oozing a lot of sweat,

And Professor Charles Xavier, the master of the mind who can see through people's hearts and manipulate wills, still stared at his eyes silently, and finally said with a somewhat complicated but firm expression:

"I hope that under the leadership of Mr. Major, they will win more victories for the United States!"

Their hands clasped together, and Major Stryker finally couldn't contain his excitement, shook Charles's hand vigorously, laughed heartily, and saw his nominal boss, Minister Michael Hals, walk in, and immediately shut up and saluted.

"Do you want to salute me, Mr. Major, for a moment, Charles? Please come with me. Error-free updates @"

Secretary Hals has lost a lot of weight lately, largely due to Edgar Hoover's attack on the Mutant Forces Division in the Bureau, and the "Awakening Project" proposal, which has already heard rumors, is almost equivalent to Naqu's extreme racial rhetoric.

"By the way, Mike, this Major Stryker ......"

Charles first vaguely mentioned the situation of Mr. Major, he only glanced at Stryker's consciousness superficially, and did not go deep into his memory.

Hals waved his fat hand and said casually:

"He was appointed by the military after I proposed it to the above, his background is simple and clean, and he is a guy who is keen on meritorious promotion... There's a very important thing---"

Looking at Mr. Fat Minister, who looked extremely solemn, Charles couldn't help but want to "see" what he was going to say, only to hear Hals suppress his excitement and say:

"Mr. President wants to see you."

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Chapter 14: The Sprout of a Mutant Special Forces