"Brainless!"

James sighed with a bit of hatred, thinking that Robert Kennedy, who was also a politician and held a high position in the top of the American government, would be wiser and more flexible.

Mr. Butler brought a pot of new tea, which is brewed with only a few catties of excellent tea leaves a year on an ancient tea mountain in the East, and the water is said to come from the top of the Himalayan snow-capped mountains.

The daily consumption and quality of life of the Howlett family are no longer simply measured by money and materials.

Mr. Kennedy had wanted to be courteous and pour tea for James himself.

But Mr. Butler, who had an elegant bearing and slightly pale temples, rejected him without a trace, skillfully doing a movement ritual with a certain unique rhythm and charm, and poured half a cup for the two of them one by one.

"Try it, this kind of tea is currently only available to a few people in the East, and you can now be regarded as a 'president', and your identity is worthy."

Kennedy picked up a small purple tea cup with a delicate texture and drank it in one gulp.

I can't say whether it's good or bad, I just feel that the taste buds in my mouth have a long and simple breath that I have never felt before.

"Tell me, if you're worried that your child will be a mutant in the future."

Robert nodded deeply, he and his brother John F. Kennedy were most worried about whether their children would inherit such "bad luck" in the future.

Mr. Butler stood aside, pouring a second cup of tea for the two of them without a trace, and although he was always not far away, Kennedy strangely always ignored his presence.

James didn't rush to drink the second cup, and continued:

"So does any ordinary American citizen have this kind of concern?"

"Yes, Ken... Definitely. ”

Kennedy seemed to have a clue, he subconsciously picked up the teacup and drank it all, but he forgot to savor it, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

"So we just need to address this 'concern', as for dealing with the possible harm to ordinary society in the future by mutants or supernatural individuals-"

James drank the second cup, put the taste back in his mouth, waited for the old butler to refill the tea again, and finally said:

"It's like using professionally trained professional special police officers to deal with supermarket robbers who touch a gun for the first time, and finally regularize the disorderly violence scattered outside."

Mr. Robert F. Kennedy tasted the third cup in his mouth this time, letting this small sip of tea stay in his mouth for a long time, and his eyes became brighter and brighter as he thought and thought in his head.

"There will be someone to help you, and the Horlite Group will also go all out to promote the follow-up plan, you just need to cooperate as well as possible through the identity and power of the president, the specific details and operations, everything will be laid down after you officially take office."

James leaned back on the couch relaxedly, as if he had finished speaking.

After three cups of tea, Kennedy had expected Mr. Butler to refill the tea, but it can be seen that he leaned over and removed the tea set, and Mr. Howlett also looked interested, and took the initiative to get up and take his leave.

A moment later, Emma walked downstairs in a pure white silk nightgown, came to James's side gracefully, and relayed what Peggy had just called.

"Just follow the federal justice system, no special treatment, Hoover's Hydra scientists... Hehe, it's basically Zola's former colleagues, let him go for a trip, and recruit those who can see it and are willing to come over to do things, right-"

James rubbed Emma's white and slender thighs, and suddenly remembered someone.

"It turns out that the young man who followed Professor Xavier, I heard that the brainwave machine was made by him, and he is a mutant, it is worth touching, let Revan go."

......

James Howlett, who has lived for more than 150 years, often thinks.

In this world, the main theme of mutants is always the entanglement and hostility with human beings, but no one has ever seen through it, and no one has his current energy and power to solve this so-called almost unsolvable "problem of the century".

For James, if he can't even take care of this land where he settles, how can he be qualified?

Look at the galaxy.

......................

Townhouse on the west side of Blake Street in Manhattan, New York.

Charles Xavier put the leather mask that Revane had brought back from a tribe in Africa three years ago into a cardboard box containing various trinkets or ornaments of his choice.

Looking at the reckless and simple fanged fierce ape mask, Charles was stunned for a moment, and continued to pack a room of luggage.

The door at the end of the hallway was open, and Raven transformed into his favorite sweetheart girl, wearing a checkered shirt, tiptoeing through the gaps in the hallway filled with cardboard boxes.

"Do you really want to move out... The West Chester Mansion is emptier there, you're alone..."

Raven leaned against the edge of the solid wood porch, tilting his head and muttering cutely.

"This place was originally for the sake of getting closer to work, and you will no longer be a university teacher in the future, and you will rarely come back, so let's go back to the old house, since my father died, there has been little popularity there."

Charles stacked a large number of books with edging on one side, and smoothed them down, thinning a lot of long dark hair, and the scalp could be faintly seen in strands.

Raven suggested that he simply cut it short or shave, but Charles was very persistent.

"Look at you're sour... If you want to move with me and refuse, you should take the initiative with Miss Mora, she is not too young, and it will be too late for you to regret it if you continue like this. ”

Charles saw Raven's pouting and his mother-in-law's broken thoughts, so he exhaled and smiled.

"What's the matter with me moving to Mr. Howlett, if you and Asazor get angry and quarrel in the future, there will always be a place to go."

"Shhhh That's when he was kicked out, and Daddy wouldn't allow him to me off. ”

Raven couldn't help but hold Charles's head in both hands, and earnestly instructed:

"Don't hold yourself back too much, Darwin...... The culprit has paid the price, and you have to look forward-"

Both!

The sound of a car horn sounded outside the door, Charles turned his head to glance, assured Raven, and then came outside the door to greet Ms. Mora Maktagut, who had come to help Charles move today.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has undergone major personnel changes and restructuring, with the original Mutant Force Research Institute being dismantled, and it is said that a separate body will be set up to deal with mutant affairs in the future.

Howard Stark was proven to have been framed by Edgar Hoover, cleared him of treason for selling weapons and banned materials to hostile forces, and returned to S.H.I.E.L.D. as director of the Department of Strategic Scientific Research and executive director.

Mr. Michael Hals, the former head of the Mutant Forces Institute, was also promoted to one of the members of the S.H.I.E.L.D. board, and Ms. Peggy Rogers, who was said to be Mr. Stark's "old comrade-in-arms" during World War II, constituted the last three-member executive council.

In addition to the research of strategic science and technology, the reorganized S.H.I.E.L.D. is temporarily limited to paranormal affairs and intelligence investigations inside and outside the United States, and no longer has the functions and authority of any powerful armed department above the size of a squad.

Charles sat in Agent Mora's co-pilot, chatting with her about her new immediate boss, the legendary Ms. Peggy, while occasionally looking sideways at the Blake neighborhood, which he often walked by.

The largest townhouse, 177, Charles had always wanted to visit, and it was frequented by monk-like people.

In particular, he could feel a certain condensed and deep and gentle spiritual power lingering around the entire villa, which made Charles wonder if there was really a "great monk" from the mysterious East.

"You mean her husband is Captain Rogers? That Captain Rogers! ”

Mora's eyes widened and he turned his head to look at Charles, almost rubbing into an old Mustang parked on the side of the road, and was horrified that Charles had eaten with them and had seen the legendary World War II hero Captain Steve Rogers.

"You, you don't know? Did I expose something, or..."

Charles looked at Mora embarrassedly, he accidentally mentioned the dinner at the Howlett mansion that day, worried about whether this would reveal the identity of Captain Rogers, and hesitated to cover it up with some ability...

However, since that day, Charles has barely used his psychic abilities, and he tries to "forget" them far away.

"Not really, Madame Rogers mentioned her husband, but not in particular, and I have always wondered why she looked too young compared to Mr. Stark, and even did not look like a contemporary."

Professor Charles took care not to reveal anything more about the Howlett family, though Raven had mentioned that they would soon no longer need to keep a secret about their identities in the future.

But he still wanted to treat Mr. Howlett as much as possible and not cause him possible trouble.

Although Charles knew that maybe there was no such thing in this world that could make this gentleman feel troublesome.

"Hey, it's my wife, okay, I'll rush back right away. Charles! I'll go first, Madame Rogers has a task for me, and I'll try your sandwich next time. ”

Charles, who wanted to make do with Mora at the old mansion, put back half of the bread in frustration, and as soon as he took a bite, he heard someone shouting his name outside the door.

"Charles Zell, Dr. Xavier? Your letter. ”

Charles thanked the postman, and opened the envelope with a strange expression, he hadn't been in contact with any friends for a long time, and no one knew that he would move to live in the old mansion in West Chester today, how could there be a letter sent here so coincidentally and in time.

"The world's genes... With the Genetics Research Forum Conference? ”

He muttered the name of the invitation on the cover of the letterhead, looked at the date and address of the symposium set to be held tomorrow at Rockefeller Center in New York, and couldn't help but want to complain about the punctuality of the invitation letter sent by the organizer.

But at the bottom of the end, I saw the name of the conference organizer - Orient Group.

.......................

"Professor Bogard, your research says that the mutants with magical powers that have gradually emerged in the past two years will be an irreversible evolutionary trend for all mankind?"

Wearing a brown suit, the short-haired female host with an intellectual temperament sat on the stage with one of the famous scholars in the field of genes and genetic mutations with gray hair, discussing the most important topics of the conference.

Charles was a few minutes late, and in his brown casual suit, he quickly found his seat and sat down.

I was busy tidying up the rooms in the old house late last night, and finally compromised and planned to hire a few temporary workers to do it.

Glancing at the venue with even a bit of "luxury", Charles estimated that almost all the professionals, scholars and professors in related fields from all over the world, especially in Europe and the United States, were invited to the scene.

It seems that the financial resources of the Howlett Group did not give them any reason to refuse.

“...... Yes, Ms. Swan, everyone here knows that the greatest discovery in the field of biological evolution and genetics in recent years, the X gene, is the root cause of the miraculous abilities of this special group of mutants, and this gene is present in the genetic sequence of every ordinary human. ”

“... In other words, anyone can become a mutant, and this probability is not affected by race, gender, or growth environment, and it is an extremely fair but random genetic mutation. ”

The hostess looked at another famous professor who was also in the field, and seeing that he had a desire to speak, she gracefully handed over the microphone.

"I want to highlight the issue of the probability of mutations in the X gene, the earliest data available to the academic community today comes from the forties, when the probability of becoming a mutant was less than 1 in 100,000."

“... Today, just twenty years later, this probability has increased dozens of times, reaching nearly 1 in 10,000..."

The fat professor with a big beard and a thick French accent spoke eloquently like a bell, but the more Charles in the audience listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, and even many scholars and doctors around him began to talk about something.

“... According to the laws of strict genetics, in another twenty or thirty years, the proportion of mutants in the human population will be considerable, and they will be ordinary passers-by who can be seen everywhere we go out on the streets, and even half a century later, the 'primitive' humans without any genetic mutations will be the real minority. ”

"I add!"

The professor from France glanced at the much younger man next to him, and the two of them had a hint of disagreement with each other.

"I don't agree with the use of 'mutants' and 'humans', words that clearly imply strong racial distinctions, which are more ridiculous than we use color to distinguish between races!"

"Genetic mutation is the trend of species evolution in the new century, the general trend of all mankind, and the future of mankind, and should be called 'new humans', or 'evolutionists'......"

"Phew!"

A gentleman with a smooth skull sitting in the front row of Charles crossed his arms and suddenly cursed:

"Bogard, Lucas, and that Luo Yin boy, they don't even want to be faced! What nonsense is here. ”

Sitting next to Mr. Bald sat a plainly dressed, young-faced man, who pushed his black-rimmed glasses and asked curiously:

"Sir, I'm a reporter who came to cover this conference, I don't know why you say that, can you tell me more about it, sorry, I do have limited expertise in this area."

The bald thin man with an indignant look sighed, shook his head suspiciously, and complained irritably.

"I really don't know what kind of wind the three of them are smoking, they are the most powerful professors and scholars in this field, how can they put forward such a ridiculous and ridiculous point in front of their peers."

"They're all wrong?"

The gentleman, who claimed to be a journalist, took out his notebook and began to record it with great interest.

"It can't be said that it is completely wrong, X genes do exist in everyone's gene sequence, but they exaggerate the probability of mutations, seriously inflate the possible size of mutants, and distort the logical process of genetic mutations."

The man expounded with academic rigor, and the reporter on the side nodded frequently, and the ballpoint pen was drawn from time to time.

“...... Lucas and Dr. Luo Yin also secretly changed the concept that the mutant probability of becoming a mutant must be limited, but they described this special case that will always exist only in a few groups to extend the evolutionary evolution of the entire human population......"

The more the professor spoke, the more excited he became, and finally concluded sonorously:

"They are fabricating 'Darwinian evolution of mutants' out of thin air!"

"Hmm... Awesome sir, you said it so well, would you mind leaving a name and contact details? I hope to have an exclusive interview with you, and to tell you the truth, our company's interview subsidy is still very considerable. ”

Mr. Reporter paused for a moment, his tone and demeanor were like a spring breeze, and he soon chatted with this doctor of biological gene evolution.

The two even got up and left their seats together, discussing where to go for a cup of coffee, and chatting again.

Professor Charles Xavier, who was sitting in the back, witnessed the interaction between the two of them, and he looked at the man who claimed to be a journalist and felt more familiar and strange, and his words were more like the agents he had seen in S.H.I.E.L.D.......

After hesitating for a while, Charles couldn't help but rub his temples and look at the back of the head of Mr. Reporter, who had just walked away.

After a few seconds, Mr. Professor slowly lowered his hand with stiff eyebrows, stroked his hair habitually with a complicated expression, and hurriedly stopped after two clicks.

He finally understood what Mr. Howlett was going to do.

"What do you think of this approach?"

James suddenly appeared and sat in the empty seat next to Charles, his half-length black hair flowing down, burly and tall, dressed in a smart sky-blue handmade suit, holding a briefing note on the proceedings of the conference.

"You... You're telling a big lie..."

Charles snorted, but still said what was in his heart, and looked at Mr. Howlett still mildly and unconcerned, and continued:

"Spread the concept that every human being will become a mutant, and then package and whitewash, elevate the image and meaning of mutants, and lead people all over the United States and even the world to believe that they or their descendants will one day become mutants... Sir, your pattern is really ......"

James casually flipped through the briefing notes he received when he entered the door, and the work was particularly exquisite, and he even handed out a sterling silver conference medal on the inside page.

This time, the Forum in the Field of Biological Genetic Evolution, relying on Horlite Group's first-class round-trip flights, five-star hotels, and even a lot of cash subsidies, almost all professionals in related fields around the world were screened.

This is also James's usual strategy of "fishing", scattering enough bait to see which fish likes to emerge the most.

"Isn't it good? Don't divide each other anymore, don't engage in any more racial antagonism, you have me, I have you, and completely eliminate the root of hatred between humans and mutants. ”

Charles's big eyes flashed, and he said:

"What about the doubters? In the eyes of those who know the relevant knowledge, this matter is simply full of loopholes, what are you going to do, record all the scholars and doctors like the gentleman just now, and then murder and extinguish the mouth!"

James couldn't help but smile and shake his head, Charles had been inexplicably frightened by the long pointed canines that were faintly exposed when the gentleman laughed, and saw him say calmly:

"No, I believe that the vast majority of people like the dollar is far greater than dying in a corner on the way to work, and the scholars attending the conference today will have someone responsible for tracking contact, and they will become... Yes, that gentleman just summed it up accurately: 'Darwinian evolutionism of mutants'..."

"They will be the pioneers of the concept, and the reward will be so much that it will be difficult for anyone to refuse, and in the end, the uncooperative and stubborn warriors who try to preach the so-called 'truth', yes, I will make them disappear from this world."

As a scholar and scientist, Charles Xavier, like many people of his kind, has the basic academic ethics of seeking the truth of things and respecting the truth, and he instinctively rejects James Howlett's "foolish policy".

But Professor Charles cannot deny that Mr. Howlett is the only person who thinks of this layer of articulation, and more importantly, has the courage and energy to cover the sky with one hand at the same time, to accomplish this deceptive act.

"Charles."

James turned to the side slightly, and suddenly called Professor Charles's name with some emotion, not calling Mr. Professor or his surname as politely as in the past.

"Today's mutant body size is still very limited, and due to the limitations of vision, you can't see that behind this so-called 'race' antagonism, the deeper source power is a kind of order and antagonism."

"Steps?"

Professor Charles blinked, and scholars in science are more accustomed to thinking through data and rigorous logic.

"The hierarchy and architectural structure of human beings are determined by the productive forces, and those who climb the pyramid must ensure that they always occupy the vast majority of material resources and production materials, and ensure their own hierarchy and interests."

“... Therefore, to ensure that the people behind cannot walk up this ladder, a complete set of social operation system is cast, and people can continue to go around in this maze and find no way to jump out. But the emergence of mutants, or all otherworldly beings, has severely shattered the power system in this mortal world. ”

Charles Xavier looked at Mr. Howlett with a look on his face and used a few words, explaining the essential logic of human society, and also breaking the thinking pattern that had been limited in his mind.

“... Because of our appearance, the world will turn over and enter a new mode of power and benefit distribution, that is, to respect strength! ”

James stood up and looked down at Charles, who was still too young, his handsome face, which was always youthful, revealing an indescribable desolation, and the last sentence of the lake was implied:

"You just said that I was telling a big lie to the world...... Charles, the biggest lie in the world is called—"

"Hope".

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