After saying that, Xia Shang turned around without hesitation and flew out of the bank at an extremely fast speed.

After a few seconds, the hall was like a pot of boiling water, and there was a lot of noise, some people glad that they had escaped, while others hurried to the cloth bag and rummaged through their belongings.

"Oh my God, he saved us all and helped us recover our losses." A man in a suit, looking at the lost wallet in his hand, excitedly wanted to kiss the two.

"But he's clearly a mutant."

Under the hype of some politicians and scientists, mutants have long been equated with demons who kill people without blinking, so even if they were saved by mutants just now, there are still a small number of people who believe that mutants are deliberately trying to win the favor of humans, and there must be an unknown evil purpose behind it.

"Humph! I don't believe the nonsense of the media, I only believe what I see, the facts are now in front of us, and it is not the police who save us, but the mutants. ”

The man cracked open his wallet and counted the bills inside while mocking the incompetence of the police.

Among them, only the security guard Eva, who was injured by the robbers, rushed out of the noisy hall, stood on the side of the road, and looked at the sky, but unfortunately Xia Shang had already flown away, and the pure and cloudless sky was blue.

He secretly clenched his fists, his mind constantly recalling what Xia Shanggang had said, and as the voice echoed in his ears over and over again, Eva's eyes became increasingly fanatical.

…………

A week later, in the office of the president of the newspaper Vess.

Camille, who looked solemn, handed a newspaper to Xia Shang and said in a heavy tone: "Recently, a mutant who claims to be a native of the motherland has appeared in Washington, and he has frequently attacked and stopped many criminal activities in a short period of time.

I've heard that many people have worshipped him as the patron saint of Washington, which was a good thing for us, and it could indirectly increase the sales of our new issue.

However, his actions also invisibly slapped some big people in the face.

Yesterday morning, Washington Police Chief Michael directly stated in public that the motherland has no law enforcement power, and all his actions are tantamount to crimes, and many newspapers and periodicals across the United States have jointly cracked down on and smeared this motherlander, even the Washington Post, and I suspect that it is likely that the top government officials asked them to do so.

If it was really an order from the top of the government, then our new issue might be blocked. ”

"If the government dares to block us, I will immediately allocate $100 million to make a large number of marchers appear in every city in the United States, and I don't believe that the government will dare to fight me to the end." Xia Shang sneered and spread out the newspaper and continued:

"How's the new issue going?"

Camille was still in shock, and in the face of his boss's inquiry, he was stunned, and immediately replied: "After the printing house has been working overnight, more than three million new issues have been piled up in our warehouse, and it is expected to be published early tomorrow morning." ”

"It's not enough, let the printing house print another 10 million copies, money is not a problem, in less than a week, I'm going to have every Washington resident have a copy of the mutant weekly." Xia Shang, who was holding the Washington Post, had a calm voice, but the words he said made Camille's pupils shrink suddenly.

"What? Do you have an opinion on my decision? ”

Xia Shang put down the newspaper and looked Camille in the eye.

Suddenly, cold sweat oozed from Camille's back, as if a sharp sword hung above his head, and if he dared to shake his head, the sword would immediately pierce his head.

"No... No comment, I'll do it right away. ”

"I don't care what means you use, even if you scatter newspapers on the street, you have to accomplish the goal of one for everyone." Xia Shang put up the newspaper and said while leaning back in his chair.

"Understood."

The other side.

A mysterious and ancient castle stands on the outskirts of West Chester, New York, surrounded by grass and quiet.

In one of the rooms, Charles Xavier, with his long hair, was lying on his desk in a decadent manner, snorting and sleeping, with two cans of finished beer and some newspapers and magazines sitting around him.

"Look at this." Hank, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, bursts into the room and shakes Charles's shoulders vigorously.

"Don't disturb my sleep."

Charles has long lost the high-spirited appearance of his youth, and he looks like a homeless homeless man on the street.

But it's not for nothing that he became like this, and in 1963, after parting ways with Magneto, Charles returned to the United States and founded a private school for mutants.

At first, everything was normal, until the outbreak of the Vietnam War, when the school's staff and students were transferred to the battlefield in batches at the behest of the government, and the government used mutants almost as consumables.

After learning the news, Charles wanted to stop it, but to no avail, and in the end he could only watch his students and teachers die tragically one by one, some of them died on the battlefield, and some of their whereabouts are unknown.

There is no way, Charles can only close the school, and blame himself for thinking that he killed everyone, if he hadn't created X Academy, maybe Sean and Alex wouldn't have died, and now the original X-Men are only left with him and the beast Hank, even though it has been 11 years since that painful time, but Charles still hasn't been able to forgive himself.

"There's a powerful mutant on Washington's side, whose name seems to be Motherland."

Hank stuffed a newspaper into Charles's arms and said with some surprise: "Unlike Magneto, he actually chose to use his abilities to help humanity, and some people even called him the patron saint of Washington." ”

"So what... I just want to get a good night's sleep right now, don't bother me, okay? Charles adjusted his sleeping position and continued to sleep on the table.

Seeing this, Hank shook his head helplessly, changing to Charles ten years ago, it is estimated that he will be excited after hearing the news.

But now, although Charles's physical pain has disappeared under the effect of the drug, the pain in his heart still exists, if nothing else, Charles is estimated to be numb all the time, and avoid all problems by sleeping.

"Ugh."

Hank sighed softly, then walked out of the room, closing the door gently.

"Click!" The moment the door closed, Charles rubbed his face with his hands, then turned on the lamp and carefully spread out the newspaper Hank had sent in the dim light.

[Ridiculous! Mutants also deserve to be called heroes? 】

The bright headlines in the newspaper made Charles's mood sink suddenly.

The Demonic Woman's public killing of Dr. Truss did not solve the contradiction between humans and mutants, but instead intensified the contradiction and increased people's hatred of mutants.

"Motherland, you shouldn't be here at this time, humanity will never allow a mutant to be their hero." (End of chapter)