Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 195 The Gift of Tang and Song Dynasties

In the Milky Way, a huge spaceship named Sanctuary, a simple but majestic throne, a purple giant is sitting on the throne, holding his chin in deep thought.

Purple skin with a huge vertical lined chin, usually wears blue and gold clothes with golden shoulder armor and gold booties, and also wears a blue and gold helmet with a jewel on the forehead!
Everything about this purple giant is just right, even his eyes are so distinct, clear and clean, as if echoing a certain charm that has been preserved in the world since ancient times.

This is a melancholy, contemplative man, full of the concept of death, looks very clean, very pure, very pure man.

When he laughs, he laughs; when he is angry, he is angry; when he thinks, he is as clear as water; when he thinks, he is as quiet as ice.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a wizard tore through the air and appeared in front of Thanos, kneeling respectfully on one knee.

"Great Eternal Titan, my lord, we have the whereabouts of an Infinity Stone!"

The purple giant came back from the stare with a certain great existence. He lowered his head and smiled lightly: "Oh? Ebony Throat, which infinite gemstone?"

Ebony Throat knelt down on one knee: "The great Eternal Titan is the soul gem!"

Squinting his eyes, Thanos said indifferently: "If you know the whereabouts, then get the gems back!"

"Great Eternal Titan, the Mind Stone is a scepter of wild gods from a primordial planet,"

There was a strange light in the ebony throat.

"Let General Deathblade take the Dark Order with him!"
Thanos waved his hand lightly:
"A primitive god, you few can deal with it!"

General Deathblade, like Ebony Throat, is a member of the Five Hei Yao Generals,
Unlike the sinister and cunning Ebony Maw, he is a pure general, brutal, cold-blooded, and will do whatever it takes to execute orders perfectly.

He is a true "worshiper" of Thanos. In his eyes, Thanos is the real god.

For other civilizations in the galaxy, General Deathblade and his dark order will always play the role of destroyer.

He is the Hand of War, the Herald of Destruction, and wherever he and his fleets go, he burns an unquenchable flame, engulfing all existence in his wars of conquest.

This is a formidable fighter.

Ebony Throat lowered its head and said in a deep voice, "Yes, the great Eternal Titan!"

starry sky

The two starships separated from the huge fleet, jumped out of the fleet formation bit by bit, and headed for the distance.

"Mr. President, I just returned to New York. The plane had an accident. You also heard about it. Please worry about it. Fortunately, I have something to do temporarily and I have to transfer halfway!"

In the study, Ryan, Kane, Frank, and Sloan stood quietly aside, listening to Boss Tang's phone call.

"My subordinate said that because of the terrorist attack in New York, our business has been affected. Is there some misunderstanding?"

"No, no, based on our relationship, you will naturally have a share of my business. Do you want to say hello? It's too much trouble for you. Next time I go to Washington, I will definitely prepare a big gift for you!"

Hanging up the phone, Tang Song let out a mouthful of turbid air, with a trace of coldness in his eyes, and looked at several subordinates: "I heard it all, I want to prepare a big gift for our Mr. President, do you have any suggestions?"

Ryan and the others naturally knew about the attack on the boss, and even the private jet they had just purchased was blown up.

Kane clenched his fists and snorted: "Boss, I'm going to kill that president. I was in charge of his security. There are loopholes in his security. I'm sure to kill him!"

Two months ago, Kane resigned from the position of Director of the Secret Service, "retired" honorably, and became the president of Tang's Security Company again.

Because of the experience of the president, the business orders of Tang's security company increased by 300% during this period.

"If two presidents are assassinated in a row, I'm afraid the whole Federation will be blown up. I'm afraid the matter will not be easy to handle!" Ryan looked at Tang Song and said, "Boss, I have an idea!"

It has been a month since the explosion of Tang and Song's private jet, and everything seems to be calm.

Under the hint of the White House, some departments that originally targeted Boss Tang's gray business refrained from taking action, and nothing seemed to have happened.

The only headache may be our Minister of Defense, the disappearance of one of the most advanced missile destroyers in the Federation is not so easy to hide.

Not only does the Congress need an explanation, but countries all over the world pay close attention to the Federation's military developments. A mysteriously disappearing Federation missile destroyer is enough to keep the intelligence agencies of various countries busy for a long time.

If you want to hide from so many eyes, you need a perfect reason.

It's just that he didn't expect that he wouldn't have to find excuses for himself soon!
In the Tang Manor, Tang and Song were still sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the manor, with a purple bamboo fishing rod in their hands, watching the sun shine on the lake like pieces of gold.

His figure is reflected in the lake water, three feet above the head of the figure in the lake water, it seems that there are two air currents circling, one black and one white, sometimes it turns into a Tai Chi yin and yang fish circling around him, sometimes it turns into one black and one white circling around him for several weeks before sinking into him in the spirit of heaven.

When Tang Song was fishing, Ryan walked up to him: "Boss, Magneto sent a message. According to the original plan, they found the trace of William Stryker!"

Tang Song snapped his fingers, stroked the black jade wrench on his thumb, looked at the lotus in the lake, and said with a deep smile:

"The package is ready, but I don't know if our Mr. President likes this gift!"

"Victor, long time no see!"

On an American Hercules helicopter, more than a dozen mutants were given a strong anesthetic and locked up in an iron cage.

William Stryker looked at the sleeping saber-toothed tiger with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

He was in charge of the special operations team formed by the CIA back then, and Victor, the saber-toothed tiger, was his most loyal subordinate.

Unfortunately, for plan x,

Stryker looked at Victor, as if looking at a piece of goods, a weapon.

Turn around and go back to the co-pilot seat of the plane!
In a hidden corner that he didn't see, in the saber-toothed tiger's body, a button-sized positioning device quietly emits waves!

On the outskirts of New York, on a hill behind Raccoon Town, a fighter plane hovered and took off, flying through the air.

The take-off device of maglev, the outer coating of the fighter can avoid radar and infrared scanning.

"The target base is just ahead!"

In the dense forest, a dam is faintly visible, and the voice of the Red Queen can be heard from the computer.

"Boss, the locator provided by Magneto shows that William Stryker's base is just under the dam!"

"Block all signals from the dam base and the outside world, including monitoring the satellites here!"

After red, the control is completed.

Tang Song gestured to Kane, Kane nodded, opened the hatch and jumped down with five people.

The black Dark Magic skateboard was gliding in the air, and Kane and the others quickly landed in the jungle.

Tang Song raised his footsteps, stood above the dam, and swept his spiritual consciousness to the dam below. Soon, the piercing siren sounded from below resounded throughout the base.

After the communication with the outside world was interrupted, the security system in the military base finally started operating slowly but firmly.

The anti-aircraft machine guns and firepower nets in the base were activated one after another, and the formed soldiers were dispatched to look for the intruders.

Tang Song casually landed in the base, his whole body shrouded in a layer of black and white light.

Seeing the intruder, the base soldiers shot at him frantically,
In order to prevent the mutants used as experimental materials from rioting, the soldiers in the base have undergone professional training,

The weapons in his hands are not all ordinary power gunpowder, but some are Taser guns with electric shock effects, and tranquilizer guns filled with quick-acting stun drugs.

Mutants have various special abilities, but most of them cannot resist bullets.

Once deterred by the firepower of guns, these untrained supernatural beings will fall into helpless panic, and will eventually be captured by ordinary soldiers who have an absolute superiority in numbers.

But whether it is a gunpowder gun or an anesthesia gun, it has no effect on Tang and Song Dynasties.

The black and white light that shrouded the whole body of the Tang and Song Dynasties swam like a yin and yang fish, representing the extremely yin corpse, which represented the extreme of life and death, and the purest evil spirit of life that was conceived and raised in the womb of the corpse of the Tianshen group.

The combination formed the most extreme yin and yang, life and death.

The yin-yang fish turned like a black and white millstone, and all the bullets fired at Tang and Song turned into metal dust.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several people from Kane rushed into this base on the Black Magic skateboard. The machine guns and small missiles on the Black Magic skateboard were thrown out like money.

The soldiers in the fighting base are retreating steadily!

At this time, Tang Song caught a thin middle-aged man who was wearing a white protective suit and was somewhat bald.

"Are you the leader of this base?"

The scientific research personnel looked at the Tang and Song Dynasties who were strolling in the courtyard with light wind and clouds, and said bitterly: "

"I can't talk about the leadership." The researcher shook his head and said, "I'm just responsible for proposing the experimental plan and leading the scientific research team to overcome difficulties."

Tang Song looked at his half-bald head with the expression I expected.

The expressions of the researchers became more and more bitter.

"Where are the experimental records for all the Weapon X programs?"

"It's in the safe room upstairs." The scientific researcher lowered his head and said softly, "I don't know who you are, but no matter how powerful the forces behind you are, it's impossible to oppose the federal government."

"Really?!" Tang Song casually pointed at his forehead.

boom!
A blood hole was directly blasted into the back of the scientific researcher's head.

In a closed room upstairs, Tang and Song split the alloy door in half with a hand knife, exposing the space inside.

The research materials accumulated by the Weapon X Project over the years have filled dozens of shelves and are all piled up in the archives warehouse.

In order to avoid possible electronic intrusions, William Stryker is extremely cautious and requires all information to be recorded on paper. Only a part of very special information can be stored in the form of a hard disk in an interior that is not physically connected to the outside world. system.

Tang Song stood in the middle of the archives room, slowly flipping through the confidential materials, while commenting on the contents,

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really interesting. Judging from the flow of funds in this military base, not only the federal government is supporting the Weapon X program, but also continuous funding from interest groups such as the military-industrial complex and pharmaceutical giants. It is estimated that What benefits do you get from mutant genes?"

This sentence sounds light and weightless, but the content behind it is creepy and shocking.

Brainwash mutants with powerful abilities to become perfect soldiers with absolute loyalty.

Collect mutant human cells, perform cloning, and create humanoid weapons.

Carry out long-term cancer radiation on mutants with self-healing ability, check the effect, and develop special anti-cancer drugs.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg, there are more creepy taboo experiments...

The purpose of the Weapon X program, which has lasted for decades, is no longer the original intention of "preventing the Soviets and domestic mutants".

In order to pursue breakthrough achievements, General William Stricker has long abandoned the honor and conscience of soldiers, no matter how despicable and dirty, he will not even care about cannibalism.

It's no wonder that the researcher warned Tang and Song that even powerful forces have no power to open this place.

The interests of too many people are involved here. Together, they are enough to overthrow half of the federation. Among them, Tang and Song saw the name of the Osborne Group impressively on it.

"Oh, find something to do for Professor X and Magneto!"

Take that page off the Osborne Group,
Tang and Song took photos of these materials about the experimental projects,

William Stryker was running away, the high-spirited general who had just been promoted to the rank seemed to be kicked out by a dog at this time.

He is familiar with every corner and every passage here, so his steps are fast.

Along the way, federal soldiers organized in squads kept running past, fully armed and determined to fight.

For a long time, William Stryker has been using the slogan "mutants and humans are two species, and the contradiction between the two is irreconcilable." benevolence, and possibly a conscience.

I have to say, he succeeded.

The brainwashed federal soldiers can pull the trigger on innocent mutant children without hesitation, and can drag mutant corpses into the laboratory with a calm face.

Even in private, these soldiers would secretly sneak into the underground prison to lynch and torture the mutants wearing collars. These things are not important in William Stryker's eyes, and they can be ignored by turning a blind eye.

Mutants are not humans, they are monsters, livestock, and lab mice. The purpose of their existence is to make normal people live better.

General William Stryker said so to himself for decades.

"Shoot, shoot!"

The shouts of the soldiers sounded in the corridor behind, followed by continuous gunshots.

However, the gunfire only rang for a while, and then stopped, leaving only the alarm bell still ringing loudly.

William Stryker didn't want to imagine what happened to the soldiers. He lowered his head and galloped wildly, bypassing one fork after another and heading for the laboratory at the bottom.

"Fortunately, I still have a hole card!"

A smirk appeared on William Stryker's face, and he quickly pressed his palm on the palm-printing device in front of the heavy metal door, anxiously waiting for the closed door to slowly open.

The screams behind him were getting closer, and William Stryker hurriedly squeezed into the door sideways, and went straight to the central control panel of the laboratory.

The researchers staying here looked bewildered, and they asked anxiously in white coats, "General, what's going on outside?"

"Get out of the way!" Stryker yelled violently, pushed away a certain researcher who was blocking him, rushed to the console, lifted the glass cover desperately, and photographed a scarlet button.

Everyone in the laboratory suddenly changed face. The doctor who was pushed to the ground struggled to get up, regardless of the disparity in status, and shouted loudly: "My God, what are you doing?!"

"I'm trying to save everything." William Stryker said indifferently: "In any case, no one can let anyone leak information about the X-Weapon program."

This old and majestic old man straightened his cuffs, patted the dust on his skirt, and said indifferently: "I would rather die than take the risk of the secret being leaked.

Neither Washington, the military, nor the capitalists are willing to bear the stigma of long-term human experiments on mutants.

If a threat occurs, the director of the base will activate the ultimate plan. This kind of thing has already been agreed before I established the X weapon plan. "

"." The doctor froze on the spot, raised his head, and listened to the mechatronic sound coming from the radio in the dome of the laboratory, "The final plan requires identity verification."

"William Stryker." The general who had just been promoted exhaled and said loudly: "Confirm the implementation of the final plan."

"The identity is confirmed." The mechanical and electronic voice said dully: "The final plan: the blasting system inside the dam is online, and all shaft passages leading to the surface are closed."

The military base was built under the dam. As the final plan was launched, the shaft passage was closed, and the explosives buried deep in the dam exploded at the same time. Tens of millions of tons of flood water slanted down, completely isolating the military base from the outside world.

Despite the psychological preparation, the researchers in the laboratory still couldn't help trembling all over. They silently stared at the thick alloy isolation door that was closing automatically.

The door is made of protective titanium alloy, 50 centimeters thick, which can almost withstand the strongest explosion, and the supporting wall is also piled up with high-strength concrete with a thickness of 2 meters.

"Is there any information on Adamantium alloy?"

Tang Song looked through all the information on Weapon X, but he couldn't find the information on Adamantium Alloy. With a thought, overwhelmed by spiritual consciousness, he found the location of William Stryker.

Tang Song walked to the end of the room with a cane.

Da da da da da, the sound of the cane leaning on the ground was clear but like a war drum beating on the hearts of the people in the room.

William Stryker's face was a little stiff, and he stood behind him all the time, as if a small and transparent Asian girl walked to the door.

The hands are like silver liquid, with two silver spikes sticking out.

Tang Song looked at the door in front of him. It was an extremely heavy safety door made of protective titanium alloy. Even if it was bombarded from the front of the main battle tank, it would take a very long time to dismantle it.

Tang Song chuckled, clenched his fist, and punched it.

There was a tooth-piercing sound of metal bending, and the safety door made of protective titanium alloy had fist marks visible to the naked eye, and the whole was slightly dented toward the center.

boom!With another punch, the entire door was torn open, and the Asian girl behind the door was shot flying on the back wall of the laboratory.

"Hello, General William Stryker!" Tang Song walked into the safe room with a cane, and smiled at the old man in general uniform:
"Say hello to Mr. President for me!"

The explosives buried in the dam were detonated, and hundreds of millions of tons of floods washed away the entire dam.

What kind of mutant experiment base, what kind of dam, what kind of mountain forest, all turned into a vast ocean.

"Go back and ask someone to send the experimental video of Weapon X to Magneto and those sponsors, find out if there are any who are against us, and send them over, and send them to the Internet by the way, and short their stocks!"

There were only Kane and Tang Song on the plane, and the other was the driver. As for the members of the card soldier team, they took the spoils and walked overland.

Among these trophies, the experimenters in the base and the mutants captured by William Stryker.

Half an hour later, several military helicopters hovered over the forest.

"Did a flood happen here?"

A black man in the uniform of a colonel in the Union Army holds a military binoculars and looks at the scene of a vast ocean flooding.

"Sir, Base X has been destroyed, the current situation is unknown, we need to mobilize nearby detection satellites and monitor information to confirm!"

"I will authorize you right away. Base X is related to the military secrets of the Ministry of Defense. It must not be leaked. If necessary, it can be destroyed again!"

In the Pentagon, the grey-haired lieutenant general has an ugly face. The X-weapon program is too involved and the impact is too bad.

It's good that William Stryker didn't die, if he died, he could only be the one to take the blame!

Be sure to block the news!

"Get me the network supervision department!" The lieutenant general picked up the red phone on the oak table.

…………

Wade Wilson, or Deadpool, is wearing a black and red full body suit, lying on a sofa in a run-down apartment, watching the evening news on the TV.

Cursing and swearing, there are more dirty words that need to be coded than normal words in a sentence.

"A meteor fell into a forest in the small town of Menga, causing the forest to be completely burned, and a 50-year-old dam was destroyed by the meteor"

The female anchor of the evening news broadcast on the TV has a pretty face, with blond hair hanging lazily on her shoulders, and the ordinary professional clothing attached to her body, which outlines an exaggerated arc that other women in the workplace do not have.

Deadpool yawned, took out a samurai sword from behind, and scratched his buttocks back and forth with the wooden scabbard, "It's so boring."

As a meddling slut, Deadpool is unusually trapped in a void where he has no one to hack, no money to make, and no girls to fuck.

For him, a stable life without waves is like a pool of hopeless stagnant water. Stimulation and chaos, blood and smoke are what this mercenary is after.

So, he stood up from the sofa.

Deadpool let out a foul breath, looked in the mirror, and stared at his body under the tights, which was not burly but had well-defined muscles and contained terrifying explosive power.

bass,
The two samurai swords were out of their sheaths, and the sharp blades reflected a warm and cold light like green pools under the moonlight. The linear blood groove on them was like a grinning lip, trying to lick the blood tonight.

Deadpool drew the curtains, and with a clang, pressed two samurai swords on the beige mottled curtains, and sat down at the computer desk where instant noodles and cigarette butts were placed.

Turn on the power, plug in the headphones, and browse the web.

Deadpool is a warrior, he has a pair of warrior hands, and these callused hands will listen to the wailing of countless lives tonight.

A stack of paper rolls is placed on the left side of the keyboard, like a silent tombstone, about to witness the brilliance of the moment of death like fireworks.

Unfortunately, this quiet night was interrupted.

The sound of fighting came from the roof of the run-down apartment building.

This is very unusual, New York is a metropolis, and there are countless aliens lurking here.

Those extraordinary people with supernatural powers often get into inexplicable battles, on secluded rooftops, in the streets and alleys, and in the downtown core.New York citizens have long been accustomed to this kind of noisy and exaggerated life, and so is Deadpool.

So, he turned the volume button of the headset to the maximum, trying to eliminate noise interference and immerse himself in his battle.

However, the fighting on the roof continued, and the gunshots rang out like firecrackers, covering up the beautiful music in the earphones.

Deadpool, angry.

He picked up the mouse and clicked it to temporarily stop the paid movie in the computer, so as not to miss the wonderful scene.

He's going to check the situation on the roof, and if it's not important, he can cut those who disturb his interest into useless parts that can't be reprocessed.

With the blade behind his back and the gun at his waist, Deadpool zipped it up.

Step, step, step.

Footsteps sounded in the lonely stairs, Deadpool kicked open the iron door of the roof, and shouted: "You bloody stinky-stupid-fools, don't you know how to restrain yourself at night? Do you understand the nuisance law? !I fuck your blood"

Words were cut off suddenly.

Because the rooftop is fighting, Deadpool happens to know each other.

One of them was young and thin, wearing a red and blue tights, decorated with white spider web patterns, and sticky spider-like threads shot out from his wrists, his body was tossing and moving, flexible and light.

The other one is holding a blind stick and is blind.

The two contestants stopped at the same time after Deadpool roared.

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

Pentagon, Office of the Secretary of Defense
The beautiful lady secretary held the warm coffee and tested the temperature with it in her mouth.

Mr. Laman looked up at the ceiling above his head, took a deep breath, shivered, and the door of the minister's office was roughly pushed open.

A major rushed in regardless of his dignity, and the tablet computer in his hand was placed on Laman's desk.

"Sir, I think you should look at this."

On the screen of the tablet computer is a personal live broadcast platform called Facebook.live.

The man who was broadcasting live on the screen was a major general of the Federal Army named William Stricker.

Minister Rahman really took a deep breath this time...

The so-called PC, the abbreviation of Political Correctness, is also the political correctness often talked about in the Federation.

Originally a judicial concept of the Commonwealth in the 19th century, however over time,

Political correctness can become the language that coincides with overwhelming public opinion or custom.

For example, in the Federation, blacks cannot be directly called blacks, they must be called "African residents", and gays cannot be called gays, they must be called "male homosexuals".

With the passage of time, the power of political correctness has become stronger and stronger, and the entire European and American society has been covered by an atmosphere of political correctness from top to bottom.

No discrimination against LGBT, no discrimination against blacks, no discrimination against animal protection organizations, no discrimination against obese people, no discrimination against Mexicans, no discrimination against rural people, no discrimination against women, no discrimination against low-income people.
These "prohibited matters" as social unspoken rules and basic morals have gradually evolved into weird PC status in European and American countries.
If a heinous criminal is black, any white police officer who does harm to him will be considered to discriminate against blacks.

If a European or American company refuses to hire a pregnant woman, no matter whether the pregnant woman has relevant working ability or not, the company will be considered as discriminating against women.

If a certain European and American senator is gay, no matter how corrupt the senator's private life is or how naive his political views are, any accusation against him will be considered homophobic.

Not only that, universities need to lower the admission scores for candidates of other skin colors to achieve "fairness", black characters must be added to Hollywood movies to avoid being accused of discrimination,
Even the stage version of "Harry Potter" required a black actress to play the role of Hermione.

The author of the original work, JK, also specially posted a post to praise this "non-discriminatory" move, accusing those protesters of "racial discrimination."

In this atmosphere, no one can be alone.

In this case, a live broadcast on Facebook set off a big show!

Mobile phones, computers, and TVs, as long as these electronic devices are connected to the Internet, they will be hijacked by virus code after a series of rapid vibrations, forcing them to watch William Stryker's live broadcast.

Times Square in New York, Champs-Elysées Avenue, and the streets of Shibuya in Tokyo, every large electronic billboard has William Stryker's old face printed on it.

At this moment, he is attracting worldwide attention.

what happened?what happened?
Doubtful people stop what they are doing and stare up at electronic screens, hoping for answers.

"Hello, people all over the world."

William Stryker was bathed in the light of the temporary studio, and said with a blank face: "My name is William Stryker, Major General of the Federal Army, the executor of the X-Weapon Project!"

The X-weapon program, the vast majority of ordinary people, are at a loss for the so-called X-weapon program

At this time in the Pentagon, a senior bureaucrat in a suit and leather shoes was already standing in the corridor in the middle of the office floor and shouting loudly, directing the intelligence personnel to immediately deal with the current emergency.

All the official intelligence agencies of the entire Federation have been mobilized, and the employees have a clear division of labor.

Or call the network provider to find out the situation, or trace the source of the signal to try to find the exact location of the live broadcast, or try to disconnect most mobile devices from the network.

In intelligence agencies, whether it is an electronic technology security consultant who was born in a serious school, or a "hired" hacker who is proficient in network-level port scanning, streamer intrusion, Dos attack, and ARP spoofing. , cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he tried his best to play music on the keyboard, trying to stop this live broadcast with an unprecedented number of viewers.

"The federal government pays you high salaries every month to help you offset your past criminal records, so that you don't have to be picked up by strong men in prison, just to let you lose the chain at this critical moment??"

The senior bureaucrat stood in the middle of the aisle and roared hoarsely:
No one answered, and those hired hackers, buried in front of the computer screen, roamed the world of code, trying to find the slightest clue from it.

"Is there a way to turn off the live broadcast?" The bureaucrat asked sharply in an extremely cold tone, making one suspect that if the answer given by the other party was slightly off, they would draw their swords and kill people. "Give your assessment, even if it is Blowing up the server of the Internet provider is also good."

Faced with the danger of losing his job, the person in charge of the network technology group gritted his teeth and said, "The program of the other party is far ahead of us, from personal information terminals, network operators, and even countless artificial satellites in space, all have been invaded. capture.

It would take at least three 10 minutes of work to cut off the live stream”

"Three 10 minutes!?"

The bureaucrat's fist slammed heavily on the desk, mottled blood oozing from the cracks on the surface of the skin.

However, at this time, William Stryker, with no expression on his face, read the lines verbatim according to the script given to him by Tang Song.

"The so-called Weapon X program can be traced back to 30 years ago.

The main purpose is to develop super soldiers who can use supernatural powers, to prevent the threat from the Soviet Union, and the social problems of mutants that may exist in the country. "

At that time, as the leader of the Weapon X project, I opened up a military base in Maine, where various experiments related to mutants were carried out. "

William Stryker took out a stack of documents, slowly spread them out in front of the camera, and said indifferently:
"At that time, in order to control the mutant population, the federal government established the Mutant Affairs Administration, and instructed the media to release news about the establishment of the Mutant Affairs Administration throughout the Federation.

Some ignorant parents, after their children awaken their abilities and become mutants, stubbornly believe that this is a "disease" that needs to be treated.

They called the Mutant Affairs Administration, and in more than ten minutes, heavily armed soldiers would break into the houses and take away the children who had just awakened their abilities.

The leaders of the Mutant Affairs Administration said seriously to the parents:
"Don't worry, we will heal your child. It won't be long before your child will become a normal person and be able to integrate into our society."

However, this is a lie.

The kidnapped children will be escorted to the base of the X-Weapon Project, where they will be locked in cramped cells, and if they resist, they will be severely beaten.

Mutants are a disease, and the disease needs to be cured.

The scientific researchers repeated such rhetoric, doing various human experiments on mutant children.

Vivisection to see how the internal organs of mutants are different from normal people,
Cloning and copying, in order to obtain the most perfect super-powered soldiers,

They even injected anthrax, cholera, and smallpox toxins into the mutants in an attempt to obtain biochemical agents that could destroy the mutant population in a wide area. "

"However, as the experiment progressed, those mutant children were quickly 'exhausted'. In order to obtain fresher experimental materials, I ordered the Mutant Affairs Administration to kidnap those mutants that were abandoned by society. People, on the one hand, began to cultivate themselves.”

William Stryker took out a stack of experimental records with a blank face, and spread them out in front of the camera.

Affixed to those documents were photos, mostly of teenage girls with big bellies and loose clothing.

"They are mutant girls collected throughout the Federation."

"In the Weapon X program, they were called EVAs."

"Once these mutant girls are over 14 years old, they will be forced to undergo artificial insemination operations. After they conceive and give birth in October, their children will be forcibly taken away and placed in an isolated nursery for a long period of time. Decades of observational experiments."

"They will be artificially impregnated continuously, at a rate of one child a year, to provide a steady stream of 'experimental material' for the Weapon X program."

A black and white photo is placed in front of the camera.

It was a spacious catacomb, flanked by two rows of glass columns.

Countless pale and thin corpses of female mutants floated in a row of glass cylinders, and the belly was densely covered with cobweb-like cesarean sections.

And in the glass cylinder on the other side are the babies who died in the mutant experiment."

A military program listed under the Pentagon has been able to persevere in brutal persecution of federal citizens for decades.

If the "Watergate Incident" is at best a scandal caused by a certain dignitary and his vassals, then the Weapon X program revealed by William Stryker is directed at the entire federal military and even the entire federal government.

Especially the list of commercial companies that William Stryker has come up with to sponsor this plan.

New York Pharmaceuticals, Life Regenerative Foundation. . .

For a time, the entire Federation was full of voices,
Mutants are people first, and mutants second!
The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, killing people and punishing their hearts!
The reason why mutants are discriminated against and even hostile is because they are inherently different from them.

This difference is extremely profound, transcending differences in skin color, religion, race, gender, sexual orientation, political views, geography, and culture.

But they are also human beings, when William Stryker produced evidence to prove their persecution of mutants.

The entire Federation, no, the entire human world is boiling!
Some things can be done but not said!

"Mutant genes are divided into two types: recessive and dominant. More than two-thirds of the human population in the world has a recessive X gene, so we used ordinary people to do experiments to induce this gene."

Pentagon
The Minister of Defense was called out from the bed, no, he was called out from the office, and scanned the paper files at a glance.

"Mutant Affairs Administration human experiment artificial insemination"

"Where's the president?" the Secretary of Defense asked awkwardly.

"In the tactical command room of the underground fortification." The Secretary-General of the President said with a straight face: "No one has a plan for this kind of emergency, if William Stryker leaks all these documents!!!

Secretary of Defense Rahman said in a deep voice: "The Weapon X program has been going on for 30 years. How many owners have changed in the White House during this period? How many waves of bureaucrats have changed in the Pentagon? And how many powerful people know about it but don't reveal it?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. and the FBI are trying to interrupt the live communication, but there is little hope," the Secretary-General said softly. "The President knows very little about the Weapon X program. He has just taken office and is innocent."

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The tactical command room in the White House underground fortification

The big screen placed inside the door is reflecting the face of William Stryker, and those big figures who really decide the direction of the country are arguing, yelling, arguing, unable to come up with an idea.

"To calm the impact of this matter, we need someone with enough weight to take the blame!"

Federal President Francis Underwood, who just took office, looked at his staff:

"The public needs an explanation, and we need someone of sufficient weight to give this explanation!"

Looking at Mr. President's gaze, all the senior White House officials lowered their heads.

Obviously they don't want to take the blame.

Our Mr. President glanced at this group of staff, but he had already prepared a draft in his heart.

"Sorry, Raman!"

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"Over the past 30 years, I have led the team to carry out a total of 368 experimental projects, 2134 babies were born through artificial insemination, and 3180 records were destroyed."

Every year, the Weapon X program receives funding from the Ministry of Defense and financial assistance from the outside world.

Mutants with various abilities have extremely high scientific research value, whether in the manufacture of super soldiers or in the medical field, they are useful. "

"I am a federal person, a federal general, and a devil in the eyes of those mutants who have been hurt by me. I am guilty!"

William Stryker had an extra military dagger in his hand, and slowly and forcefully slit his throat open in front of the camera!

Blood splatters!
Like a chicken with its throat cut, William Stryker thumped twice in a pool of blood and lost his voice!
All the people watching the live broadcast fell silent, looking at the figure in the pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)