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A bridge?

For humans and mutants to connect?

If he heard this sentence from other people, Stryker would only sneer at it and feel it was ridiculous.

But he is facing Luke, a war hero who often creates miracles and has done many unthinkable things as the great Superman.

The exact words, coming from different people, carry different weights.

War hero, Superman, Allied savior, World War II Ender, Female Warlock Pile Driver ... The titles represent unparalleled prestige and status.

Many people say that if Luke announces his candidacy for the next presidential election, he will take over the White House by a massive margin without any doubt.

It's a pity that this Major General is persistent and has no interest in becoming the youngest President in United States history.

"General, please forgive my short-sightedness, not being able to see the future that you envision. "

Stryker said, after thinking for a long time.

He didn't think human beings must live in harmony with mutants.

According to the primitive law of the jungle, wouldn't the simplest and most direct way be to eliminate them?

"Do you think it's easy to defeat mutants?"

Luke visited this vast and solid military base and whispered, "As long as Congress allows you to mobilize armed troops, you can rush into their homes and arrest all these ticking time bombs. "

"Put electric shock collars on their necks, throw them into metal cages, inject leech serum regularly, dissect, abuse, and conduct inhuman and cruel experiments just like livestock. "

Stryker was silent. He thought so.

"The concepts that Dr. Trask taught you might not necessarily be correct. "

Luke sneered. Of course, he knew that the dwarf scientist would prefer to use the mutant as a tool to create a sophisticated weapon.

But what good can this do for oneself?

Let the Bald Eagle rule the world?

It would be more interesting to establish a Superman regime similar to the Third Reich.

"Your perception is limited by your mindset. Stryker, you have been with Dr. Trask for so long. Have you ever thought about the true question?"

Luke was thinking about how to use the military base while he was talking to Stryker.

"Where do mutants come from? Do they appear regularly? Must a child born between a mutant couple be a mutant?"

"Or what are the circumstances under which mutants are more likely to be born?"

Stryker frowned and whispered, "Sorry, General, I don't know. "

"Dr. Trask's current research is limited to the mapping of genetic profiles for the time being and hasn't reached that stage. "

"Let me tell you something, Stryker. "

Luke stopped and opened the door of the control room. The damp, musty air poured in.

"There is no rule for the birth of a mutant; they are simply a divergence from the human species. Even bolder assumptions, every person in the world may carry the X-gene in their body, once it's activated, then -- will turn into a mutant!"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Stryker was listening intently when he was caught off guard by one of the biggest headaches for singles.

He shook his head and explained, "Cough... I'm from Arizona, where the culture is a bit more conservative. "

Stryker tried to save a single dog's last shred of dignity.

"Imagine if you were to get married and have loveable little children. But he or she is a mutant, what would you do?"

Luke's mouth quirked up in a smile, "You want to put that cute little one in a cage too?

Stryker had nothing to say. After a long while, he said, "I was wrong, General. You are the one who sees the farthest. You're the first to realize the contradiction between the two races and the essence of interdependence."

At this moment, it can be said that the young General convinced him in front of him.

What started as idolatry became firm devotion.

"Well, the visit is over. Tell Dr. Trask that I found him a better place to live."

Luke gently touched the complex buttons on the console, and an idea came to mind.

If Sebastian Shaw took the initiative to look for him and raided the dam base in Lake Alkali, could he directly open the floodgate and destroy this guy without effort?

The talent of absorbing and transforming energy will not affect the face of a terrible water torrent like a tsunami.

'I hope Sebastian Shaw will take the initiative and deliver himself to my door.'

Luke chuckled lightly at the thought.

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Anna Maria Island, a waterfront hotel.

Namor, who just joined the Hellfire Club, met his compatriots for the first time.

Not only Sebastian Shaw, Emma Frost, the White Queen, but also various other mutants.

"This is Namor McKenzie, the King of Atlantis and a leader worth following."

Sebastian acted like a White House spokesman, introducing himself instead of Namor.

In his view, Namor, who had just ascended the throne, was young and green.

There is no charisma or leadership aura to speak of, but he could be a good tool nonetheless.

'But ... this is just what I wanted, an easy-to-control puppet.'

Sebastian smiled; his eyes flashed with pride.

By virtue of Namor's identity as a mutant, he gradually approached the other party.

After gaining trust, he began to manufacture violent conflicts between mutants and human beings that couldn't be reconciled.

Making Namor hostile towards human beings, and then striving to start a war between the underwater civilization and the people on land!

This is his plan!

As for being a hero who saved his kin, a leader who will lead the mutants to create a future ... Those were all false lies designed to coax a child.

It's like when your parents put away those cash gifts for you during Christmas and say they'll return them to you later.

If anything, mutants must have a leader.

'That will only be me!'

Sebastian Shaw thought so.

"The mutants have always been in a bad position. Humanity treats us as freaks, outsiders! They reject and persecute us! They don't want to admit that their ignorance, stupidity, and blindness cause all this. In the same way that they burned Giordano Bruno and sent the witches to the stake!"

Sebastian's voice was passionate. He was in full passionate public speaker mode.

"Because they are just a bunch of short-sighted, inferior creatures who are scared, panicked, and can't sleep at night once they find something they couldn't understand or accept. They must be completely stifled before they would stop."

"My fellow mutants, we are pioneers on the road of evolution, but now we are forced to hide like rats in a sewer. Is this fair?"

There was silence in the hotel suite, but everyone's faces were full of hatred, and their eyes were bursting with anger.

You have to give it to Sebastian Shaw; his remarks are very provocative to mutants who have been treated unequally.

Even Namor beside him was reminded of his painful childhood experiences, and anger filled his chest.

Crack!

A silver bolt of lightning struck down, tearing apart the thick dark clouds.

At some point, the sea was surging with fury, as if echoing everyone's mood.

"Now, it's time to stand up and resist!"

Sebastian looked at Namor, who was standing tall, and said, "We have a new leader, and we are no longer scattered."

"If you want to be the leader of the mutants, you have to prove yourself!"

A young man in a suit and tie came forward. He is 'Riptide,' with the natural ability to spin at high speed and create tornadoes.

He belongs to the inner circle of Hellfire Club.

"I am not questioning you, Mr. Shaw, nor am I targeting ... Namor, our new brethren. "

Riptide, like an invited extra side character, shouted, "But, the leadership position is not just a matter of choosing someone at random. At least we have to trust him enough, and he has to show his strength to convince everyone!"