At night, there is no wind and no moon.

A secret FBI training base just outside New York.

"Gentlemen! At ease. ”

Major William Stryker looked at the six newly formed mutant operators in front of him, their sizes and skin colors were vastly different, and none of them were well-trained, but at least they were able to obey orders.

More than 150 mutant soldiers recruited from the American army under various names were very young, and were in the rank of private or even recruit.

The youngest of the seven, Chris Bradley, a former communications company recruit in the 38th Corps of the American Army, was just 18 years old.

He barely reached the minimum military height line, standing next to Fred Dukes, who was more than two meters tall, like a child who could just go out and buy milk on his own.

The appearance of the vast majority of them looks no different from ordinary people, and mutants who are too physically deformed cannot pass the physical examination of enlistment, and are often treated as deformed children and hide in all corners of society.

To Major Stryker's disappointment, there are very few mutants who actually have a strong talent for combat.

More than eighty percent of the mutant soldiers' mutant abilities are useless, some only have powerful stomachs and can digest substances such as stones and even metals, some have eyesight or hearing several times stronger than ordinary people, and some can talk to birds......

What disgusted him the most was that there was a New Jersey kid who could let out a poisonous breath or stinky fart...

Not to mention the mutants who are secretly recorded in S.H.I.E.L.D., codenamed "Magneto" and "White Queen", can deduce their powerful power just by peeking at a corner of information.

Even in the "X-Men" who have reached the level of Professor Charles, there are very few mutant soldiers at the level of those kids.

However, when today's mission is completed, the mutants in the United States and even the world will be under the control of Director Hoover, and then they will have the real capital to face the behemoths under the deep sea.

"Today is the first and most important mission for Special X Team, John Adams!"

"Here!"

A thin, round-faced, thin young black soldier stood in front of him and saluted, and Major Stryker approached and handed him a metal tubular object.

Immediately, the AH-1 Cobra helicopter gunship at the training ground slowly rotated its oars, and soon a strong wind was stirred, blowing the brim of everyone's hats high.

"Get on board!"

Following Major Stryker's order, the members of Special Team X rushed up one after another, and the direction in which the helicopter flew was the location of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mutant forces.

………

"Hank, go back first, I'll keep it for a while."

Charles Xavier scribbled a sentence to Hank with a brainwave machine, and had been in the brainwave room since he finally thought of the name in the morning.

"I'm not leaving, you won't tell me what the hell you're looking for, and you won't take off your brainwave helmet, I can't leave you here alone!"

Hank McCoy gritted his teeth, looked at the console of the brainwave machine and wondered what was going on, and as soon as he got up, he heard Charles say quietly with his eyes closed:

"You know I'm not going to let you do that, if you want to stay, stay and don't tell you what I'm doing, it's really for your own good."

Charles knew that Hank wanted to forcibly turn off the brain wave monitor, so he left a sentence and ignored it, the corners of his mouth were pulled very low, his brows were wrinkled together, and his face was cold and even a little cruel.

The mild-mannered professor has always been law-abiding, but all he can think about now is how to manipulate the White House secret service team to open the underground nuclear bomb shelter and rush in to pull the damn helmet off President Johnson's head!

After Kennedy was shot, there must have been former Vice President Lyndon Johnson, who had just been sworn in, among those who might have known the truth and were still alive, although this was too subjective a conspiracy theory.

But all those involved in the assassination were clearly quickly wiped out by a powerful organization with eyes and hands.

This proves that the shooting assassination could not be what the news is saying at the moment, because of the ultra-racist elements who were dissatisfied with President Kennedy's support for the black activist Dr. Luther.

There must be a political undertone to all this

Vice President Johnson has always been at odds with Kennedy, and during this midterm campaign, Mr. President almost made it clear that he would remove a new deputy.

Even if Johnson is not the mastermind, he must know something, as the most motivated and the most profitable.

But since Charles telepathically began his search, neither the White House, nor Congress, nor any place where the president might be, Johnson's brain waves have appeared.

Through the consciousness of the White House staff, Charles finally learned that Mr. President "coincidentally" entered the underground nuclear explosion bunker known as the White House bunker and conducted a so-called security drill test.

Judging by the detection of brain waves, either the bunker also has a telepathic defense, or the president has already worn that kind of helmet.

If he wasn't alone in it... That is to let all the people inside take measures to shield their telepathy.

"Hehehe... All right... Mr. President... It seems you've thought of every step, and I'd like to see how long you can hide! ”

Charles's lips closed silently, and in front of the White House bunker thousands of miles away, a middle-aged special service guard with a frosty face was sticking to the superalloy blast portal of the bunker and whispered this sentence.

After a while, behind the special service guard in a black suit, there was a constant sound of squirming footsteps.

More and more White House secret service officers, secretaries, generals, and even janitors, men and women, old and young, black and white, gathered in the narrow hallway of the bunker.

Their expressions, movements, demeanor and tone were all uniform, and they hummed from time to time and said:

“… Mr. President? Mr. President? You're coming out... Come out..."

………

"Oh God! Oh, God! Edgar, did you see that? Did you see that? Oh my God... Damn..."

In the White House bunker, President Lyndon Johnson clasped his hands on a special shielding helmet that he had hated for many days, and he looked at the monitor in the bunker, which was clearly feeding in the scene in front of the bunker door.

Although the current technology can only see images in black and white for the time being, the wooden eyes and eerie smiles of these people, especially through the constant wriggling lips, have read what they are repeating.

Johnson was already weak and couldn't stand up straight, lying on the display platform on his knees, elbows propped up his fat body and screaming and scolding.

In the entire bunker, only Edgar Hoover also wore a shielding helmet to accompany the president, his state looked much better, but he also unusually solemnly constricted his pupils, and the right half of his face was covered by the helmet, frantically changing all kinds of frightened expressions.

"Hoo ......"

Hoover let out a deep sigh, fortunately he came in time, if he was really lucky to be a little late, even if he wore a helmet, it would be useless, and the professor would definitely control others to take off the helmet, so as to control President Johnson.

As for himself, Hoover thinks that the naïve professor has not yet realized who the man who has been weaving the web behind the scenes is.

He's just just getting in the right direction.

"Don't worry sir, the bunker can only be opened from the inside, he must be searching around now for someone who may know how to open it, even if he is completely insane and uses huge manpower and material resources to dig out the bunker, or even forcibly destroy it, hehe, this is a nuclear explosion-proof fortress."

President Johnson looked visibly better, glancing at Hoover through the T-shaped helmet hole, seeing that he was not aware of his embarrassment, coughing twice and shaking to his feet, arranging his messy collar.

"See, Mr. President, how terrible it would be for mutants to become enemies of ordinary humans! If these "creatures" are not completely extinct! Then you have to keep them firmly in control..."

Hoover rarely expressed his views with such emotions, and strictly speaking, it was almost impossible to see Hoover express his thoughts explicitly.

But at this moment, he clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth to squeeze out the words, which made Johnson shudder a little when he heard it.

“… Bureau, Mr. Director... Don't think about it that far, even if Xavier can't open the bunker, we can't keep hiding in it and waiting to die! ”

"Hehehe, sir, it's almost time, me

The team should have caught this 'big fish' that can't go anywhere. ”

………

Library, library, library

The helicopter gunship hovered on the rooftop of the S.H.I.E.L.D. apron, and Major Stryker and his team members descended in turn and loudly laid out tactical missions:

"Bradley! Use the ability to control that instrument first, make some short circuits or... Anyway, the target can be shocked and stunned for a while, even for a second, John! You're going to ......"

In the brainwave room, Hank McCoy observes the operation of the brainwave instrument from time to time to ensure that the power of the machine is stable, although he can't change Charles's mind, and he can't help him, but at least he can do what he can.

Beep! Beep!

"Huh?"

Hank looked at the energy intensity meter of the brainwave meter and jumped abnormally, and immediately controlled and adjusted in surprise Charles had felt the change, and shouted in pain:

"Hank! What's going on...... Ahh

Crackle... Bang bang... Rumble!

Tiny bursts of electricity and sparks burst out on the dashboard of the brainwave monitor, and before Hank could react, a puff of green smoke burst out.

Charles Xavier, who was always wearing a brainwave helmet, was bombarded with overloaded brainwave energy and electricity, and he fainted screaming.

Swish!

A black man in a special combat uniform teleported next to the slumped and fainted professor, and without hesitation, he plunged the metal syringe in his hand into Charles's neck and injected some kind of liquid.

"Who are you?"

Bang!

Hank yelled and was about to pounce on the alloy door of the brain chamber when it burst open, and a man with short blond hair as tall as an iron tower smashed open the door with a punch.

"Major Stryker..."

Hank looked at Major William Stryker, an acquaintance who walked in later, and finally figured out something.

"Researcher McCoy, it's been a few days, I'll come and see Mr. Professor."

The Major took off his hat, tucked it under his armpit, raised his eyebrows and smiled at Hank with a sunny expression, and then nodded his head, and Fred Dukes, the giant man who broke through the door, walked up slowly, grinning and grabbing Hank.

Stryker ignored the roar of Hank McCoy behind him, he walked up to Charles and patted Mr. Professor's handsome face that was unconscious and paralyzed.

There were black and yellow veins on his face, all the way to his forehead.

"Bradley, don't be stunned! Hurry up and fix this machine, Nord, John, you guys, hurry up and set things up, we'll have ——— tomorrow"

"New Guest".