The gunman, Lee Harvey Oswald, died.

Patrolman, J-D. Tipitt, is dead.

The owner of the hotel, Jack Ruby, is dead.

......

Charles Xavier took off the brainwave machine, he was so tired that he didn't get up directly from his chair, his left hand hooked the brainwave helmet hanging to the side, and his eyes looked blankly ahead.

"Oh my God... Charles, you won't go home all night, will you..."

Hank, who had just come to work at the institute early in the morning, walked into the brain wave room, and he looked at Charles with a shiny face with dark circles under his eyes, a few buttons on his shirt unbuttoned messily, and even a bag of leftover fast food from yesterday thrown next to him.

"Hank... Hey... Hey, hey!"

Professor Charles suddenly twitched and smiled weirdly, which frightened Hank McCoy even more, and he had never imagined the consequences of overusing the brainwave machine.

"Check, Charles... Don't scare me, what's going on, what do you see?"

Charles threw the brainwave helmet in his hand into Hank's arms, and after the latter caught it in a panic, he saw him smile more and more.

"I didn't see anything... It's funny here, Hank, I didn't see anything! All of them died, one after the other, like a horse rider racing against me!"

Hank had never seen Charles look so hysterical, and he didn't know what to say.

Professor Xavier, who had been roaring and venting, was in a slightly better mood, and the gloomy gloom dissipated a little, and he supported his cheeks with his hands, rubbing them wildly, and bent down for a long time without making a sound.

At noon on November 22, President Kennedy, his wife, and the governor of Texas traveled in an open-top car at a speed of only 15 to 20 kilometers per hour, passing through the busiest areas of Dallas.

As the convoy passed through a warehouse in Texas where textbooks were kept, President Kennedy was hit by a bullet fired from a distance, and her wife and bodyguards frantically went up to cover Mr. President's body.

But by this time, Kennedy's skull had been shattered by bullets.

First lady Jacqueli, in a panic, even tried to climb onto the back of the car, reaching for a shattered skull......

After learning the news in the TV studio that day, Charles Xavier hurried back to the Mutant Force Research Institute from Rockefeller Center, and frantically searched the situation with a brainwave machine.

Gunman Lee Oswald, who was hiding in a building in Dallas, Texas, where school books were kept, shot and killed President Kennedy as he passed in front of the building through a window on the sixth floor.

Oswald quickly left after the shooting, took the bus back to his residence, and then went out again for no more than forty minutes, but as soon as he walked out of the house, he "bumped into" a Dallas police officer, J. D. Tippeter.

The patrolman didn't say a word, and seemed to be waiting for Oswald here, and shot him instantly.

The patrolman then passed by a hotel on the way back and was shot dead by the hotel's owner, Jack Ruby...

Only four days have passed since the incident, and 18 people suspected of being connected to this shocking assassination case have died one after another.

Six of them were shot, three died in car accidents, two "committed suicide", one had his throat cut, one had his neck broken, and five died "of natural causes."

Charles Xavier used a brainwave to check the entire city of Dallas for people who had appeared in the neighborhood that day, even at the cost of putting himself under a heavy mental burden, searching deep into the deep memories of thousands of people.

He searched for the killer's relatives and friends, the people the patrolman who killed the killer might have seen, and the people who had been in contact with the hotel owner who killed the patrolman......

Professor Charles, who was sitting in the brainwave room of the mutant force, was frantically searching for the truth in the vast sea of people.

He fell into a vast labyrinth, which continued to spawn new dense lines, collapsing and erasing old ones.

Until tonight, Charles was completely out of direction.

Tuk... sincere

"Professor?"

Darwin and the Siren, the angels knocked on the door outside the brainwave room, Charles looked, and finally stood up with his body propped up.

They

's expression was not much better than Charles's.

Darwin looked at Sean, who was bowing his head and saying nothing, opened his mouth, and said helplessly:

"Why don't you 'see for yourself?' I'm afraid I can't tell you clearly. ”

"Take your time, Darwin, don't let him be telepathic, Sean?... What the hell is going on?"

Hank glanced at the exhausted Charles and relieved him, and Sien finally raised his head, crying and aggrieved to the extreme:

"Professor! I... I've been sued, hundreds of people suing me for the sound waves I released as I flew over the city, shattering their eardrums and ear structures, and some even... Even having lost my hearing for the rest of my life, I... Woohoo... I'm going to jail, Professor..."

It's just that Sean, who graduated from high school less than a year ago, squatted on the ground, covered his face and cried, Hank and Darwin crouched down and hugged and comforted him, and kept trying to say that things weren't so bad.

"It's not just the Kraken, it's you, Professor."

Charles looked at the "angel" Salvatore slowly with a dull face, she crossed her arms, and said resentfully with the characteristic ruffian air that had been mixed in the gray corners:

"I just received the news that you were jointly prosecuted by nearly 100 people for causing major property damage to others, and that day you controlled the evacuation of pedestrians near the Brooklyn neighborhood around the square, and some vendors said that their food truck stalls were destroyed, and some passers-by claimed that their wallets, jewelry, and important belongings were lost after they were controlled and evacuated at that time."

"Hey! There are even people who claim to be my former 'guests', saying that they must have been infected by me, and clamoring that mutants also have mutated unknown viruses. ”

The head of the institute, Michael. Mr. Hals rushed over, he already knew the rollercoaster plight of the "X-Men" at the moment,

Looking at the dejected Professor Charles, he could only reassure everyone, and said that this operation would be backed by the Mutant Power Research Institute, and they would not be allowed to face the prosecution alone.

Charles numbly walked back to the brainwave room, not speaking to anyone, he remembered the unstated plan of Mr. President during his lifetime, and deep down, Charles was against such extreme behavior, and he was trying to avoid going that far.

But now, the mutants who have only lived a few days of "heroic" life have become outliers that everyone shouts and beats at this moment.

He slid against the wall on the floor in the corner of the laboratory, looking at his team members who were so distracted that he couldn't organize a word of appeasement for a long time.

The "Awakening Project" proposal is still hotly debated in Congress, and the future of mutants has just taken an important step when Mr. President is shot in a brutal and unwilling way to hide it.

Vice President Lyndon Johnson took the oath of office on Air Force One immediately after Kennedy's death, and forcefully invited Jacqueline, the "first lady" who had not had time to change out of her blood-stained dress, to watch the ceremony...

"Vice President Johnson!"

Professor Charles Xavier had a name in his head, and he grabbed his long thick dark brown hair, and the feeling of pain in his scalp made him much more sober, since he even did such a thing as shooting the president of the United States.

"Then don't blame me for not following the rules......"

Professor X muttered.

.........

Bang bang!

"How long am I going to wear this!"

Lyndon Johnson, the 36th president of the United States who had just taken office, knocked on the black helmet on his head with a full coverage of the head, leaving only a T-shaped aperture to expose his eyes and nose.

Opposite Director Edgar Hoover also carried a pair.

The two of them sat in an office in a hidden meeting in the White House, which was really weird and funny.

"Tomorrow, Mr. President, there will be good news even tonight. But in order to prevent that person from actually acting in an extreme way, we had better move into an underground nuclear bunker immediately. ”

Hoover was still respectful.

In the few days since Mr. Johnson took office, with the exception of a few televised speeches and brief public appearances, he has worn this helmet, not caring for the strange eyes of the top government officials or staff around him.

Even after two days, everyone felt that this was reasonable, after all, the previous president had just been shot and his skull was removed, and no one could

Beak the timidity of the new president.

It's just that some people who hold the conspiracy theory of the vice president's ascension to the throne in their hearts infinitely despise this kind of vile showmanship.

Lyndon Johnson looked at the energetic Hoover who was still the same, and he smiled at the president's extraordinary humility on his face.

"Mr. Director, the years of my tenure will have ample time to weed out the great 'cancer' within the United States, and to put power in this country back in the right hands... How's my serum ready, though? ”

"You can do it at any time, sir, but I reserve my opinion, and it is better to recommend that you inject after leaving office, after all, there will be considerable changes in physical appearance after serum injection, and you often show your head, and it is not realistic to rely on makeup to cover up..."

Hoover is still a little resistant to President Johnson's request, the participation of extraordinary forces in high-level power is a very sensitive topic, Johnson's cooperation is not bad, and he hopes that his plan can be laid out smoothly in the next few years.

"Hehe, I'm afraid that I won't have a chance after I leave office," wolf hunting,... How sure are you? The nuclear bomb in the neon capital seemed incredible at the time, but now that it is speculated, it is very likely that he did it, and we have no chance of missing it!"

The telepathic shielding helmet on Director Hoover's head also "shielded" him from the resentful appearance of his right face at the moment, since the Roosevelt era,

The "president" hidden in the shadow of the United States discovered for the first time a trace of the family's eccentricity.

More than 20 years have passed until today, and for Hoover, no matter how many nets he has laid in the depths of the American government, how many shadows he has mastered, and how many secrets he has mastered and controlled, even Mr. President.

But I always feel that there is a pair of eyes behind me, indifferent and disdainful.

What kind of horror would it be for someone who often looks out from the shadows to find that there is a deeper darkness watching over them......

"Mr. President, tonight, tonight we will have the most important one-"

"Weapons".