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Chapter 909 What is courting death? !

Mutants are excluded in the complex and diverse social structure of the United States.

No matter what skin color they are, they will be hurt for various reasons.

Especially those things where children who cannot control their strength accidentally hurt their loved ones, causing irreparable mistakes.

In many places, once someone is found to have strange abilities, they will be immediately tied to a stake and burned to death.

And this is in modern civilized society.

Extreme oppression is bound to lead to extreme resistance. Every year, the United States is in an uproar over incidents of mutants killing and injuring people.

Especially with the deliberate promotion of some people with ulterior motives, it becomes even more difficult for them to get along with normal humans.

However, in any group, there will occasionally be a few outstanding people.

In this generation, the two most powerful mutants are Charles, who has psychic abilities, and Max Eisenhart, who can manipulate magnetic fields.

It’s just that due to ideological reasons, the relationship between the two people is not good, and they are even a little incompatible.

Charles wants to let mutants return to normal life and tries to use his influence to make ordinary people accept this group.

Marx was just the opposite.

Due to the tragic death of his wife and children, he became an extreme racist who believed in the principle of mutant supremacy. He had caused many sensational incidents, with countless deaths and injuries.

Neither of them could convince the other, and after several battles, they completely parted ways and began to work towards different goals.

3 p.m., Washington Street.

"Sir Charles, it's an honor to meet you."

In an ordinary office, a man who was processing documents heard the door open and immediately stood up and said.

"No, no, no, Mr. Yeshua, I should be the one who feels honored."

Charles, who is already 30 years old, still has very thick hair. His three-dimensional facial features and deep eyes make him look very charming. "Thank you for your support. It gives those children a place to stay."

"Compared to your goal, all I have done is just a small favor."

Yeshua smiled politely, then pointed to the chair opposite and said, "Please sit down. Would you like something to drink? Coffee or Coke?"

"Just plain water will do."

Charles said softly, "Mr. Yeshua called me here so urgently, have you encountered any difficulties?"

"It is true that I encountered some problems, but I will talk about that later."

Yeshua pushed his glasses. Without him having to ask, the secretary outside the door had already prepared drinks for the two. "Your Excellency has been committed to integrating mutants into society. This is actually a very good idea. Anyone living in this country is our compatriot. It's just that God gave them some extra things when he created them."

"It really makes me excited to hear you say that."

Charles took a deep breath, and even though he was calm, he felt a little excited.

After all, given the status and position of the person sitting in front of him, as long as he is really willing to help mutants, the current environment of exclusion can be improved immediately.

"This is the reward you deserve for your hard work."

Yeshua took the coffee from the secretary, took a sip and said, "Next, I will have the newspaper focus on publishing the experiences of mutants. In addition, I will build several factories that only recruit mutant employees, so that they can work normally and enjoy the life that every citizen has."

Hearing this, the smile on Charles' face froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

He is no longer the young boy he used to be. His past experiences have taught him a truth: everything in this world is an equal exchange. Since the other party has invested so much, there must be a corresponding price waiting behind.

As expected, Yeshua changed the subject. "Sir Charles, you know I like making friends, so I created a small circle to help everyone get in touch. But in a recent gathering, your compatriots used very cruel means to massacre all my friends. I hope you can find them and bring them here."

Hearing this, the first thing that came to Charles' mind was his old enemy Marx.

Only he has such power, and only he has such motivation.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Yeshua, I will do a good job on this.”

"That's great. I'll wait for your good news, but don't wait too long. I have limited patience and time. If you can't do it, I will find another way."

Yeshua did not say what would happen if the mission failed. We are all smart people and there is no need to make the situation so ugly.

Charles nodded heavily.

Max, oh Max, for the sake of those children and the future of mutants, don't blame me.
"In fact, we don't have to pay so much money. That damn guy is just bluffing."

On the highway in the small town, Kent was still feeling heartbroken over the $10,000 he had just sent.

"If it can save some trouble in the future, the money will be worth it."

Amber comforted her softly, "Afang has always wanted to eat the barbecue in town. Let's go buy some and then get together tonight."

"Well, all for Clarke."

Kent nodded without complaining.

To be honest, he didn't pay that money. Now he is just trying to stand up for justice.

Just as the two left the car and prepared to walk to the restaurant, several police cars suddenly came speeding from a distance. The tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, and a faint burnt smell appeared in the air.

"Hey, sir, we suspect you are involved in a burglary. Please come back with us and help us investigate."

Two burly policemen got out of the car, one holding handcuffs and the other holding a gun, and they just stopped Amber.

"Hey! What do you mean? This is my friend. I can testify that he would never..."

Kend immediately became anxious and shouted with a red face.

"Sir, it's not up to you to decide. Everything will be determined by the law and evidence."

The fat policeman pushed him away and looked down at Amber: "Don't let us use force, you will get hurt."

Amber looked at him expressionlessly, and after a few seconds, she nodded slowly.

"Kent, help me bring the barbecue back to the farm. I'll be back as soon as I finish it."

"Smart choice."

The fat policeman signaled his companion to handcuff Kent, then pointed his gun at Kent, "Sir, please stop obstructing us from performing our duties, or I have the right to shoot directly to protect my personal safety."

Kent, who was originally filled with righteous indignation, immediately calmed down when he saw the black muzzle of the gun.

"Go back, you don't have to wait long."

Amber shook her head at him, "Think about Martha, don't be impulsive."

(End of this chapter)