The weather in November and February in Canada is the most annoying.

Sunny days, freezing rain, strong winds, and gloomy cloudy days make people never scratch their heads, especially the huge temperature difference between morning and evening, so that the people here have already exercised a strong ability to resist low temperatures.

Charles Xavier sits in a side room of the Howlett mansion, the fireplace around him has been lit with firewood, and this castle-like mansion is more quaint and magnificent than his old West Chester mansion, rich in the precipitation of time.

There was also a hanging bottle standing beside him, and a needle stuck in the back of his hand.

The highly concentrated nerve control agent, which had just been developed and had not been clinically tested enough, made Charles fall into a coma for three days before he woke up.

Emma's psychic powers are not good at regulating and healing, but the Howlett family, both Dr. Erskine and Anim Zola, have done a lot of research on the structure of brain mutations in terms of mental and conscious abilities.

This is the area of mutation of variants that they are most interested in.

Relying on perfect medicine and mental power conditioning, Professor Charles has almost no sequelae, and his brain and spirit are indeed extraordinary.

But the reason why I say yes is almost because Charles has gradually discovered in the past two days.

I'm starting to show signs of hair loss.

“…… The hanging sentence is about to be executed, and we can see that Edgar Hoover has been escorted out of the gates of the Supreme Court......"

Charles's face was already a little bloody, not as withered as when he first came.

He was wearing an off-white sweater of unknown people, looking at the live broadcast on the TV, without showing any emotion, just like watching the most boring TV commercial, with only numbness and loss of focus in his pupils.

Hank McCoy's injuries healed the day after he was taken to the Howlett mansion, and his physical potential is high, and Dr. Erskine said that Hank probably did not reach full mutant status at all.

As soon as Professor Charles came to his senses, he eagerly learned about the events of that day, when he learned that the youngest "doubling" Widjamin had no bones, and in the underground palace of this castle-like mansion, he saw what Darwin looked like now.

He finally understood why Hank didn't wait for him to wake up and didn't say goodbye.

Finally, Hoover in the live broadcast screen was hung on the gallows, and with a "dang bang", his legs stagnated, and he was hung in the air.

The video screen was covered with a red mosaic with the words "Please don't let your children watch it" in bold black lettering.

Charles swallowed and foamed, and seemed to have gained some popularity, and after a while, he heard a series of footsteps suddenly appear upstairs, and many people came down the stairs.

After a while, the crisp sound of a pair of women's high heels stepping on the floor got closer and closer to him.

"How does it feel?"

Emma Frost wore a black slim suit and walked to Charles's side with a smile, Mr. Professor pulled the corners of his mouth unnaturally, and replied politely:

"Not bad, thank you, Ms. Frost."

"Is that okay?"

Emma raised her slender white palm and inquiritively gestured to Charles, who nodded lightly and thanked him again.

She put her hand on Charles's forehead, as if a doctor was checking whether the patient had a fever, Emma closed her eyes slightly, and after a moment said relaxedly:

"No problem, Professor Xavier, this bottle will be fine after dripping...... There are a few words I would like to communicate with you first, if you don't feel too tired right now. ”

"Of course, ma'am."

Emma gracefully sits sideways on the red sofa to the side, one of James' favorite antique sofas.

In order to keep its leather intact for nearly 100 years, it is maintained by special craftsmen every year, and even the institute has invented the best leather care agent for this purpose.

"My husband is very concerned about affection, Asazzo was raised by him since he was a child, and he loves Raven even more, so there are some things that I can only say."

Charles pursed his lips and nodded lightly, looking at the extremely beautiful, but a little heroic and arrogant woman in front of him, and continued to speak gently.

"The Howlett family doesn't care if you stand with us or not, your mental strength is in many ways, and I am personally ashamed of myself

But we will continue to carry out plans and arrangements later, and do not accept anyone's doubts and objections. ”

Emma calmly looked at Professor Charles, who lowered her gaze, and her tone was always natural and gentle, and she asked politely:

"I don't know if Professor Xavier understands what I mean."

"I understand... Ma'am, I'm not interested in any of that kind anymore, it's just..."

Charles raised his head and his face was much thinner, and he seemed to have mustered up the last courage, and said with concern and sincerity.

"History tells us that violence, oppression, intimidation... This country, and even the world, can be subjugated for a while, but as long as human beings always have a belief in their hearts that they do not agree with, they will one day rise up and resist..."

Charles, who has some college professors, looked at Emma deeply and seriously, and even had a little sadness in his words.

"Maybe Mr. Howlett can create a momentary glory, but more likely, it will sow the seeds of a truly buried mutant future, with no eternal dynasty, let alone an immortal empire."

Emma's long, thick golden hair was tied up behind her back, and a few strands of hair fell from her forehead, and she smiled and brushed it behind her ear, still looking calm.

"Mr. Professor, James once told me that Westerners are too fond of labeling, because their straightforward brains and barren culture like to delineate things as simply as possible, and it is difficult to understand the truth of 'chaos, 'and' yin and yang."

There was another steady footstep at the door of the side hall, and Emma smiled and got up to meet him, leaving a final word.

"Why is there always an emphasis on 'humans,' and 'mutants,'?"

"Professor Charles! I ordered to eat Chinese food in the evening, I don't know if it suits your taste. ”

James Howlett strode into the room, and Emma leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, leaving it to the two of them.

What Charles didn't expect was that Mr. Howlett was always chatting about family routines, asking more about his physical condition, eating habits, and trivial things about getting along with Raven on a daily basis.

"Mr. Howlett..."

Charles Xavier finally took the initiative to bring up a new topic.

"There's something you may not know, President Kennedy... His own brother, Robert, is also a mutant. ”

James nodded in depth and politely thanked him.

"It's the same power of the heart, there is a huge difference between what you and Emma can do, get ready for dinner, there are many people in the family, please take care of yourself later, and if you want to go back to New York in the evening, talk to Asazzo."

………

Charles never said a word at this dinner, he only listened to the beautiful lady who was pregnant with his child next to Eric, who was actually a spy sent to him by Hoover.

"Sugar-coated eats it, and the cannonball hits back!"

His colleague proudly recounted the so-called "classic quotations" of his father at the dinner table, causing everyone to laugh and scold, and Eric learned the identity of Miss Magda Gurtsky's agent early, but the two felt more and more real feelings for each other in the process of getting along.

What's more, Miss Magda is pregnant, and when Dr. Erskine's test is confirmed, the identity of this female detective is not a problem, not to mention that the current Howlett family will not care about such a trivial matter for a long time.

Charles also saw his childhood idol Captain Rogers, who was more heroic and handsome than the newspaper image in his memory, and finally knew that his story had so many twists and turns and secrets.

He saw that the originally imagined, tyrant-like Mr. Howlett often joked like a sunny boy, and the Chinese tableware in his hand did not stop for a moment.

Especially when he just picked up the cigar and sniffed it, he glanced at the lady beside Eric, and then silently put it away.

Professor Charles clumsily used his chopsticks, slowly understanding why Revan was here to relax and show his true appearance, giggling confidently and happily.

He still remembered that when he first gave her a cream cake when he was a child, Raven was also so careless, twisting Lan Lan's little head, and making noise with excitement all day......

At this moment, thousands of miles away in Manhattan, New York.

On the ruins of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Mutant Force Research Institute, the engineering troops finally worked overtime overnight, breaking tens of thousands of square meters of concrete stone and collapsing foundations.

In particular, the giant steel structure that twisted together like a ball of waste paper was cleared.

Since the beginning of this week, the entire government agencies and departments of the United States have been in a very chaotic state, especially President Johnson, who has been busy forming a new cabinet team in the face of the large power gap after the "dark night".

Coupled with the world-renowned "Trial of the Century", this collapsed ruin, which has long been judged to have no people stranded, has been delayed until today.

The armed personnel of S.H.I.E.L.D. who were knocked down by Emma with a psychic blast that day were also erased from the memory of that moment at the same time.

But too many major events that happened that night had countless errors and omissions with the official report, but they were all suppressed by the White House on the grounds of top state secrets.

With the exception of Edgar Hoover himself, the FBI, which for decades had dominated almost all federal intelligence and criminal agencies, was quickly dismembered and dismantled.

A large number of agents with deep ties to Hoover have been judicially arrested, and will be assassinated in the bloody coup d'état of the "Dullless Night", with secondary responsibility for the party and the executors.

"Quick, come on! There's a living man here... My God... What he's been through..."

The crew driving the excavation wrecker maneuvered the bucket and opened a huge concrete slab, revealing a small pothole, which seemed to have something special in it.

He stepped out of the machine and stepped on the undulating gravel, and before he could see what was going on, there was an indescribable smell, like the smell of corpses and swamp gas coming together, and the unshaven driver was retching with tears in his eyes.

Below it appeared to be a collapsed basement, with a few heavy pieces of broken stone walls just falling out of a space of four or five square meters, and inside curled up a man who could barely see through the black and yellow dirt in an officer's uniform.

It was littered with dull marks and smudges that looked like poop, and the man's face, especially around his chapped mouth, seemed to be covered in black-and-red mud and stubble with his beard.

His hair was greasy against his forehead, his eyes were covered with secretions, almost smudging his eyes, and the light of the searchlight shone on the man's face, and his closed eyelids trembled slightly.

"Fake... This guy..."

The man's right leg was badly twisted from the knee to the tibia, and beside him lay a stripped corpse, a small young man with short brown hair.

The flesh of the corpse's chest and abdomen had already been dissected, and a large area of black and red was rotten, and there seemed to be not many abdominal organs, crawling with yellow and white fat insects that were tumbling and wriggling.

There are also strange tooth marks on the skin and flesh around the torso, except for the face, which is still intact, the appearance of the rash in other parts of the body causes a shock retching sound from time to time.

After calling for medical assistance, the captain of the engineering team and a group of team members gathered around this pit and muttered:

"Oh my God... It's been almost ten days... How did he survive... Is it to eat..."

Major William Stryker finally opened his eyes, which had not seen light for many days, and his eyes ached from the glare of the searchlight, and his body trembled, and his nose and eyebrows were furrowed.

He wanted to cry, but there was no extra body fluid to make him cry.

……

"Major William Stryker? Former commander of the U.S. Special Forces in Vietnam, and now the head of the special team program at the S.H.I.E.L.D. mutant forces research institute? ”

A middle-aged officer wearing a gendarmerie epaulette stood at the side of the intensive care bedside and asked Stryker about his "concern" after he had just finished treating his leg injury.

"Yes... I am..."

Major Stryker had just woken up from a coma, and he muttered an answer with an oxygen tube inserted, and then suddenly seemed to be infused with some kind of vitality, struggled to scratch the edge of the bed, and said eagerly:

"Quick! Please help me contact Director Hoover now! I have a major task and confidential information to report! ”

The officer raised his eyebrows, pulled a stool to the side and sat down, took out a handwriting book from his arms, clicked on the cylindrical pen and asked with great interest:

"How did you get involved with Edgar Hoover, technically you belong to the War Department, and your current boss should be Michael

Hals. ”

"I don't have the time to tell you this! Hurry up and contact me Mr. Director, such a confidential task is not something that anyone is qualified to ask! ”

Stryker's tone was fierce, but his voice was extremely small, and these days, coupled with severe dehydration, he had lost more than thirty pounds, and his thin ribs were prominent.

The officer shook his hand and closed the notebook, looked at the still young major with a smile, and said indifferently:

"Hoover, I can't get in touch with you, and as for your confidential mission... Hehe, there will be qualified people to ask for training. ”

"You... What do you mean? Sir, please wait a minute, sir! ”

The gendarmerie officer simply got up and left, ignoring Stryker's hoarse shouting, and the janitor's guard stepped in, attaching a pair of silver handcuffs to Major Stryker's wrist to the bed railing.

William Stryker screamed and roared, and the handcuffs ping-ponged, and the corners of his eyes finally crossed the corners of his eyes, moisturizing the long-dried tear ducts.

………………

A few days later.

Robert F. Kennedy sat in a car, just drove past the openwork iron gate in front of the mansion, looking at the various tall trees that had grown along the road for more than half a century, and slowly thinking about the amazing information that the lady had brought.

He has actually heard of the Howlett Mansion on Long Island, New York, and the Kennedy family is also one of the prominent families with huge political and business power in the United States, and it is not unfamiliar to the most mysterious Howlett family, which is famous for the high-ranking people in the entire Western world.

But this oligarchy, which was originally only extremely low-key and faintly detached in the world of capital, turned out to be complicatedly implicated in the recent political upheaval of the "Darkless Night", and even the true identity of that gentleman......

Robert straightened his tie again, smoothed his dark brown half-length hair, and watched as the car slowly stopped in front of the mansion.

……

Emma didn't plan to get up immediately and go down to see Mr. Kennedy Jr. with James, for the past two days she had been so tired that she had collapsed in bed and wanted to sleep more.

Envious of Eric's "female spy" belly, she consulted with Dr. Erskine privately, and the doctor believed that James's life essence had evolved to a level that no human or mutant had ever reached.

Although it has nothing to do with the so-called "reproductive isolation", it is very common for powerful beings or races to have difficulty giving birth to offspring.

We can only rely on "planting trees and fertilizing more often".

She watched James casually put on a white linen shirt and trousers, closed her eyes and drilled deep into the bed, and continued to sleep.

………

"I said, you two know each other that you're mutants, don't you? Alas! What are you capable of? What about President Kennedy? ”

Robert Kennedy stiffly held a teacup and sat on the sofa beside him, holding the rough-skinned man aloft Erlang, seeing him move his ass from time to time to keep his tail from being pressed uncomfortably.

Robert was not yet forty years old, but his hairline was a little high, his hair was slightly longer, and his forehead was covered with bangs of three or seven points, and he was not as tall and sunny as his brother John F. Kennedy, and he always smiled with the honesty of a ranch farmer.

It's not very polite, it's a bit rustic.

"John... He didn't know that I was, he had one under each of his ribs...' gills, right, he had been a strong swimmer since he was a child, and he was an exaggeration of good water nature... My words..."

When Mr. Kennedy spoke of his brother, his face was dark and full of guilt.

The brothers grew up together, and the elder brother's body mutation was very obvious, although his parents still gave him enough love and understanding, but deep down he would always regard himself as a deformity because of these two gills.

Robert's abilities did not bring physical distortion, and when he saw his brother's strangeness, he was even more afraid to reveal his peculiarity, watching John F. Kennedy endure such pain and suffering alone all his life.

Asazzo subconsciously gestured at his stomach and leaned closer curiously, listening to Mr. Kennedy continue:

"I can control my own... Shadow, how to say, the shadow is like a pair of eyes that can be controlled remotely, as long as there is a shadow, I can send the shadow out to see something in a short distance. Kennedy smiled embarrassedly, because of this ability, he knew it at a very young age

My brother's secret, and because of this, I found out a lot of secret information in my work, and I did a smooth job in the judicial system.

But like Charles's telepathy, it's a very taboo power.

There was the sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs, and Sazuo scratched his scalp with the tip of his long tail, and he frowned, and finally asked in confusion:

"Are you sure your abilities are shadows? If you can't interact with shadow entities... The logic of this power doesn't make sense, so I suggest that you go to Zora to study it later, how can you look like they say, 'Shake your eyes,......"

"Daddy! You guys talk. ”

Burst!

When Asazo saw James coming downstairs, he no longer pestered Kennedy with curiosity, and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Mr. Kennedy hurriedly got up, his face flushed slightly, and bowed slightly in gratitude.

"You're welcome, sit down."

James shook his hand shallowly, sat on the sofa and said directly:

"I just found out about you and your brother, if only earlier... I'm not going to let him die. ”

Robert looked at the top-of-the-line marble floor, which looked like jade, pursed his lips, and waited for the gentleman to continue.

Through that Frost lady, he has basically understood the truth about the Hoover affair, and has also learned some secrets about the Howlett family.

It's just that Robert Kennedy tried to control himself and not associate the events of the "Dullless Night" with this gentleman, and such means and energy are no longer beyond the scope of influence that the oligarchs of American capital may have at the practical level.

"Johnson urgently succeeds the president, if it weren't for you, I would have let him serve the last term first, but then he will put you forward as vice president, and then voluntarily withdraw when he runs next year, and you will run as the Democratic candidate."

James picked up the humidor from the mahogany table, saw Mr. Kennedy wave his hand and thanked him, rubbed a fine piece of scorching energy on his fingertips, lit it, and continued while puffing:

"You're still the Attorney General of the United States, and you don't have anything to worry about as vice president or next year's election, and you won't even need to do anything, and with your brother's political legacy, you'll be elected with a high vote."

Mr. Kennedy Jr. looked up at James worriedly, and after a while, finally said:

"Mr. Howlett... I..."

"What, you won't do it?"

James exhaled a puff of smoke faintly, calmly looking at the former president's brother, who was also a mutant, with a look of embarrassment, and was not surprised.

"No... I understand what you want, but... Look at this country, sir, we can't even fight for equality for blacks or other minorities, how can we..."

“… How can I make a completely new race like the mutants, which are so special that they are even different from the essence of human life, get a fair and even better survival Mr. Howlett, I can't do it..."

Robert shook his head bitterly, Senator Partridge's "Awakening Project" proposal some time ago made him unable to sleep for countless nights, coupled with the social impact of Professor Charles Xavier's X-Men incident.

When he thought of the attitude of the humans of this country and even this planet towards mutants, he felt as if he was in the infinite dark depths of the sea, falling and sinking in eternal silence......

Is it really possible for mutants to coexist peacefully with humans?