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Chapter 380
Chapter 379: Falling Out! Hank Flies to Washington Alone!
Then, he picked up the whiskey bottle with half remaining beside him and poured it into the glass.
"Come out, Hank, I know you're eavesdropping behind the door." Charles picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
"Professor, you should be very clear about what Homelander's appearance means to us." As expected, the next second Hank pushed open the door and walked to Charles's side.
"A mutant with a heart full of justice and powerful strength is using his actions to change humans' perception of mutants. In him, I feel like I see your former shadow; he is completing what you have not yet completed."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Placing the wine glass on the desk, Charles narrowed his eyes, placed his hands on his abdomen, and leaned back slightly on the chair back.
"He might be our only remaining hope, a spark capable of changing the current situation. Look at the content on that newspaper; they are using extremely despicable means to smear this mutant named Homelander. What does this indicate? It indicates that fear has arisen in their hearts, that they are afraid of mutants gaining a foothold in human society."
Hank reached out and covered the wine glass, becoming more agitated as he spoke.
"I'm tired, let me get a good sleep." Charles completely closed his eyes, trying to get Hank to leave voluntarily.
Unexpectedly, the anger that had accumulated in Hank's heart for years suddenly erupted at this moment, "Actually, you know very well that everything I'm saying is right! You just don't want to! You just don't dare to take responsibility. Don't think I don't know, you're afraid Homelander will die because of you, so you don't dare to take action to help him."
"No! I fucking don't know, I don't understand what you're talking about at all!"
Charles, whose sore spot had been hit, had bulging veins on his neck. At the same time, he pursed his lips and suddenly stood up, looking Hank directly in the eyes face-to-face.
"Where's the serum? Give it back to me! You don't deserve to use it at all. A person who needs to numb himself with drugs and alcohol won't be the Professor Charles I know." Many hair sprouted from Hank's pores, and his skin color turned blue. He was like a beast in a state of rage, roaring at Charles! All this time, he had thought Charles would rally, overcome and conquer his inner fear, but reality had disappointed him to the extreme. Without Magneto and Mystique Raven, Charles was living like a walking corpse, always relying on external things to escape all the hardships and responsibility in reality.
"You've utterly disappointed me. The Professor Charles of the past is already dead in my heart!" Hank, who had turned into a blue beast, suppressed the grief and indignation in his heart, slowly loosened his right hand gripping the wine glass, and walked out of the Room without looking back.
Charles watched Hank's back as he left, his lips slightly parting and closing. In the end, he couldn't utter a single syllable.
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"Dear Professor Charles, please forgive my departure without saying goodbye. When you see this letter, I think I will have already boarded the airplane heading to Washington. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have said those things to you yesterday. This departure might only be temporary.
I have decided to go to Washington to find that Homelander and bring him back to New York, Professor Charles. Actually, you can also see that the newspaper's smear campaign is merely a prelude to the government's impending operation. To prevent Homelander from being persecuted, I must step in and protect him. If there are no accidents, the operation should go smoothly, provided I can find him."
The next morning, Charles, who had just woken up from sleep, saw the letter on the desk.
"You fellow..." Charles pulled open the drawer, put the letter inside. Then, he walked to his wheelchair and sat down without hesitation. The scene shifted to Hank's side. As soon as he got off the airplane, he saw a group of people surrounding a Newsboy, constantly insulting and condemning him.
"Shetty! Your Weiss Newspaper Agency is anti-human! How dare you publish a newspaper about mutants! I have reason to suspect your Newspaper Agency is a lackey of mutants, a traitor to humanity!" The man speaking looked like a typical American Redneck, with rough skin, wearing thick work pants and a pocket-style leather jacket. He was also bloated and had messy hair.
As soon as he finished speaking, several people echoed him.
"That's right, your Newspaper Agency definitely has ulterior motives. Confess honestly, did mutants make you do this?"
"Brothers, stop wasting words with him. I know where The Providence Journal is. Come with me."
"Kill those bastards! Human supremacy!" The American Redneck raised his arm and shouted, leading the surging crowd towards the direction of The Providence Journal.
After the crowd dispersed, Hank walked up to the Newsboy and asked, "What happened? It sounds like it's related to mutants."
"Want a copy of Mutant Weekly? It records the identity information of two mutants, guaranteed to satisfy your curiosity about mutants." The Newsboy curled his lips towards the departing crowd. He worked on commission. For him, the more controversy, the better the newspaper sold. The newspapers sold just this morning were worth half a month's sales in the past.
For the sake of the US dollar, he wouldn't bother arguing with those idiots.
"Mutant Weekly?" Hank adjusted the glasses frame on his nose bridge in disbelief. "You're not kidding, are you? There's actually a newspaper brave enough to call itself that name."
"If you're not buying, move aside and don't delay me from making money." The commotion just now attracted a large number of curious onlookers from the crowd. At this moment, many people took out money and stuffed it to the Newsboy, while the Newsboy happily pulled out rolled-up newspapers, taking money with one hand and handing over the goods with the other. "Don't worry, it's absolutely worth the money. I guarantee you won't find a second newspaper this exciting."
"Holy crap! So this guy wanted to use the Cuban Missile Crisis to provoke World War III. Thankfully, Magneto stopped him, otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable." The man who got the newspaper exclaimed while reading it with great interest.
Cuban Missile Crisis? Magneto? The familiar terms piqued Hank's strong curiosity. He quickly squeezed into the crowd, waving the ten US dollars he had just taken out, and shouted loudly, "Give me one, just one."
When he was squeezed out of the crowd again, he had an extra newspaper and scattered change in his hand.
"This is crazy." Hank felt like he wasn't buying a newspaper at all, but snatching one.
After snatching the newspaper, he immediately tore open the seal on it and began to browse.
"Unbelievable, it's actually this detailed."
Hank's expression was shocked. It actually did record the ability and identity information of two mutants. What he found incredible was that the two people on the newspaper were none other than Sebastian Shaw, the leader of the Hellfire Club, and Magneto Erik Lehnsherr.
(End of Chapter)
Then, he picked up the whiskey bottle with half remaining beside him and poured it into the glass.
"Come out, Hank, I know you're eavesdropping behind the door." Charles picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
"Professor, you should be very clear about what Homelander's appearance means to us." As expected, the next second Hank pushed open the door and walked to Charles's side.
"A mutant with a heart full of justice and powerful strength is using his actions to change humans' perception of mutants. In him, I feel like I see your former shadow; he is completing what you have not yet completed."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Placing the wine glass on the desk, Charles narrowed his eyes, placed his hands on his abdomen, and leaned back slightly on the chair back.
"He might be our only remaining hope, a spark capable of changing the current situation. Look at the content on that newspaper; they are using extremely despicable means to smear this mutant named Homelander. What does this indicate? It indicates that fear has arisen in their hearts, that they are afraid of mutants gaining a foothold in human society."
Hank reached out and covered the wine glass, becoming more agitated as he spoke.
"I'm tired, let me get a good sleep." Charles completely closed his eyes, trying to get Hank to leave voluntarily.
Unexpectedly, the anger that had accumulated in Hank's heart for years suddenly erupted at this moment, "Actually, you know very well that everything I'm saying is right! You just don't want to! You just don't dare to take responsibility. Don't think I don't know, you're afraid Homelander will die because of you, so you don't dare to take action to help him."
"No! I fucking don't know, I don't understand what you're talking about at all!"
Charles, whose sore spot had been hit, had bulging veins on his neck. At the same time, he pursed his lips and suddenly stood up, looking Hank directly in the eyes face-to-face.
"Where's the serum? Give it back to me! You don't deserve to use it at all. A person who needs to numb himself with drugs and alcohol won't be the Professor Charles I know." Many hair sprouted from Hank's pores, and his skin color turned blue. He was like a beast in a state of rage, roaring at Charles! All this time, he had thought Charles would rally, overcome and conquer his inner fear, but reality had disappointed him to the extreme. Without Magneto and Mystique Raven, Charles was living like a walking corpse, always relying on external things to escape all the hardships and responsibility in reality.
"You've utterly disappointed me. The Professor Charles of the past is already dead in my heart!" Hank, who had turned into a blue beast, suppressed the grief and indignation in his heart, slowly loosened his right hand gripping the wine glass, and walked out of the Room without looking back.
Charles watched Hank's back as he left, his lips slightly parting and closing. In the end, he couldn't utter a single syllable.
…………
"Dear Professor Charles, please forgive my departure without saying goodbye. When you see this letter, I think I will have already boarded the airplane heading to Washington. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have said those things to you yesterday. This departure might only be temporary.
I have decided to go to Washington to find that Homelander and bring him back to New York, Professor Charles. Actually, you can also see that the newspaper's smear campaign is merely a prelude to the government's impending operation. To prevent Homelander from being persecuted, I must step in and protect him. If there are no accidents, the operation should go smoothly, provided I can find him."
The next morning, Charles, who had just woken up from sleep, saw the letter on the desk.
"You fellow..." Charles pulled open the drawer, put the letter inside. Then, he walked to his wheelchair and sat down without hesitation. The scene shifted to Hank's side. As soon as he got off the airplane, he saw a group of people surrounding a Newsboy, constantly insulting and condemning him.
"Shetty! Your Weiss Newspaper Agency is anti-human! How dare you publish a newspaper about mutants! I have reason to suspect your Newspaper Agency is a lackey of mutants, a traitor to humanity!" The man speaking looked like a typical American Redneck, with rough skin, wearing thick work pants and a pocket-style leather jacket. He was also bloated and had messy hair.
As soon as he finished speaking, several people echoed him.
"That's right, your Newspaper Agency definitely has ulterior motives. Confess honestly, did mutants make you do this?"
"Brothers, stop wasting words with him. I know where The Providence Journal is. Come with me."
"Kill those bastards! Human supremacy!" The American Redneck raised his arm and shouted, leading the surging crowd towards the direction of The Providence Journal.
After the crowd dispersed, Hank walked up to the Newsboy and asked, "What happened? It sounds like it's related to mutants."
"Want a copy of Mutant Weekly? It records the identity information of two mutants, guaranteed to satisfy your curiosity about mutants." The Newsboy curled his lips towards the departing crowd. He worked on commission. For him, the more controversy, the better the newspaper sold. The newspapers sold just this morning were worth half a month's sales in the past.
For the sake of the US dollar, he wouldn't bother arguing with those idiots.
"Mutant Weekly?" Hank adjusted the glasses frame on his nose bridge in disbelief. "You're not kidding, are you? There's actually a newspaper brave enough to call itself that name."
"If you're not buying, move aside and don't delay me from making money." The commotion just now attracted a large number of curious onlookers from the crowd. At this moment, many people took out money and stuffed it to the Newsboy, while the Newsboy happily pulled out rolled-up newspapers, taking money with one hand and handing over the goods with the other. "Don't worry, it's absolutely worth the money. I guarantee you won't find a second newspaper this exciting."
"Holy crap! So this guy wanted to use the Cuban Missile Crisis to provoke World War III. Thankfully, Magneto stopped him, otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable." The man who got the newspaper exclaimed while reading it with great interest.
Cuban Missile Crisis? Magneto? The familiar terms piqued Hank's strong curiosity. He quickly squeezed into the crowd, waving the ten US dollars he had just taken out, and shouted loudly, "Give me one, just one."
When he was squeezed out of the crowd again, he had an extra newspaper and scattered change in his hand.
"This is crazy." Hank felt like he wasn't buying a newspaper at all, but snatching one.
After snatching the newspaper, he immediately tore open the seal on it and began to browse.
"Unbelievable, it's actually this detailed."
Hank's expression was shocked. It actually did record the ability and identity information of two mutants. What he found incredible was that the two people on the newspaper were none other than Sebastian Shaw, the leader of the Hellfire Club, and Magneto Erik Lehnsherr.
(End of Chapter)
