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Chapter 381
**Chapter 380: Causing Trouble! As Expected!**
It should be known that regarding the Cuban Missile Crisis, the later explanation from the US and Soviet Union was that after careful consideration, they ultimately decided on mutual compromise to prevent the tragedies of World War I and World War II from repeating. There was not a single mention of mutants in their words.
But in fact, if it hadn't been for the terrifying scene of Magneto raising his hand and controlling all the missiles, how could they have put aside their past differences and unanimously targeted mutants?
Of course, under the intentional cover-up by the US and Soviet Union, the truth of the matter had long been sealed away in history, unknown. It wasn't until the publication of Mutant Weekly that a corner of that dusty history was revealed to the public.
"Damn it, The Providence Journal is in danger." Hank put away the newspaper and hurriedly asked others about the location of the Weiss Newspaper Agency. Although he didn't know if The Providence Journal had any relationship with mutants, based solely on the content in the newspaper, the US Government would absolutely not let it go. He had to find the Newspaper Agency's Club President and explain the seriousness of the problem to him.
At the same time, outside the Weiss Newspaper Agency, a group of people causing trouble had already gathered. They were shouting slogans, blocking the main entrance.
"Human supremacy! Mutant lackeys, get out!"
"Fuck you! Get out, you bastards!"
"Call your boss out, or I'll smash this place!" A tall and strong white man, holding a wine bottle, was shouting loudly, while constantly provoking the Security Guard at the entrance of the Newspaper Agency by raising his middle finger. "Trash! Scum!"
At this moment, inside the Weiss Newspaper Agency, the expressions of the employees were all extremely nervous, fearing that those people causing trouble outside would rush in and beat them up. "I knew you shouldn't mess with mutants. I really don't understand why the boss wanted to start a new publication. Now this is just great, successfully arousing public anger. Our Newspaper Agency is probably going to be smashed."
"Keep it down. I heard Mr. Camille was also troubled by publishing Mutant Weekly. It was just because of the main boss's demands; he had no choice but to publish the new issue."
Facing the sudden disturbance, the employees were in no mood to work. One after another, they began huddling together and whispering.
"Mr. Jervis, the people gathered outside are getting more and more numerous. If we don't do something, I'm worried the situation will get out of control, and the police are also rushing towards us." Camille rushed into Xia Shang's Office, but saw Xia Shang leisurely drinking coffee.
"Oh God! The fire is burning up to our eyebrows now! How can you still have the mind to drink coffee? Quickly go out and take a look! Maybe in a while, the angry public will smash our Newspaper Agency."
Camille said with an anxious expression.
"No rush, let the bullets fly for a while longer." Xia Shang took a sip of coffee and raised a composed smile.
He had long expected someone would come to cause trouble, and there was definitely the shadow of the government behind it. To this end, he had also specially prepared a generous gift. He just didn't know if those guys' stomachs were good enough, if they could handle it.
"Make way! Make way!" Washington Police wearing police uniforms pushed aside the crowded people in front of them and shouted at the Security Guard at the entrance of the Newspaper Agency: "Someone reported that you are transmitting illegal information here and maliciously slandering the image of the US Government. Our Washington Police Department has already obtained some evidence. We advise all of you to voluntarily come out and surrender yourselves."
The Police are here too? Inside the Newspaper Agency, people immediately panicked.
Just at this moment, Hank arrived at the scene and ran right into the Police holding firearms, preparing to forcibly break into the Newspaper Agency.
"Still one step late." Hank was a bit reluctant, but still decided that even if he exposed himself, he had to rescue the person who wrote the newspaper.
Suddenly, a man wearing a black trench coat slowly descended from high altitude to the front of the Newspaper Agency. He was expressionless, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone.
"A mutant, a flying mutant." Despite how fiercely the white man was shouting just now, after he personally saw the mutant, his footsteps unconsciously moved backward. "Stand there, don't move!"
The Police exchanged a glance, immediately raised their gun muzzles, pointed at the man, and barked.
Under the gaze of the people causing trouble, the man finally slowly spoke: "Humans...should all be erased, without exception."
After speaking, he then raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and gently waved forward.
The next bizarre scene occurred. The Police present actually turned their gun muzzles around and pulled the trigger towards the public. Suddenly, shrill screams kept ringing out, and people fell into pools of blood one after another.
"Devil! The Devil has controlled my body!" one of the Police cried out. However, the next second, his arm bent, pressing the gun muzzle against his chin. In his despair-filled gaze, a blood-stained bullet passed through his head.
"Quiet." The man lowered his arm and said to the wailing crowd: "I know Mystique is in your government's hands. You have one week to hand over Mystique. Otherwise, after one week, I will carry out indiscriminate slaughter in various places across the United States. Today is just a warning; not many people died, but next time, it won't be the same."
"Bastard."
Hank was so angry that he almost turned into a blue Beast. If the man hadn't stopped in time, he definitely would have rushed up and fought the other party desperately.
Everything Homelander had done was ruined by this guy in front of him. He was simply a copy of the Black King, just as anti-human, just as unscrupulous, just as lacking human nature!
"Even if I risk my life, I will stop you." A righteous and awe-inspiring voice suddenly sounded from the horizon. The people who luckily survived simultaneously raised their heads and looked towards the sky.
Only to see, below the dazzling sun, a man draped in the Stars and Stripes flag was suspended in mid-air. For some reason, his appearance brought an extremely strong sense of security to the people present.
"The guardian god of Washington, Homelander?" Hank couldn't help but marvel at Homelander's appearance. In his opinion, this guy seemed born to be a hero.
"It's you."
The man who was originally expressionless slightly furrowed his brow after seeing Homelander.
"You will pay the price for what you have done." Homelander swooped down like a cannon shell, causing the air to boom.
"You are not qualified to judge me yet."
The man again controlled firearms, unleashing a barrage of gunfire at the flying Homelander.
Homelander constantly dodged the incoming bullets during the flight, and after a few seconds, appeared in front of the man. Without giving the man any chance to breathe, with a loud bang! A perfect side kick kicked the man into the Newspaper Agency's wall.
Immediately after, two beams of crimson red heat vision shot out from Homelander's eyes, instantly piercing through the man's chest.
The man let out a muffled groan, struggling to climb up from the gravel. He covered his charred wound and said with a chilling tone: "Remember, my name is Billy. One day, you will die by my hand."
(End of chapter)
It should be known that regarding the Cuban Missile Crisis, the later explanation from the US and Soviet Union was that after careful consideration, they ultimately decided on mutual compromise to prevent the tragedies of World War I and World War II from repeating. There was not a single mention of mutants in their words.
But in fact, if it hadn't been for the terrifying scene of Magneto raising his hand and controlling all the missiles, how could they have put aside their past differences and unanimously targeted mutants?
Of course, under the intentional cover-up by the US and Soviet Union, the truth of the matter had long been sealed away in history, unknown. It wasn't until the publication of Mutant Weekly that a corner of that dusty history was revealed to the public.
"Damn it, The Providence Journal is in danger." Hank put away the newspaper and hurriedly asked others about the location of the Weiss Newspaper Agency. Although he didn't know if The Providence Journal had any relationship with mutants, based solely on the content in the newspaper, the US Government would absolutely not let it go. He had to find the Newspaper Agency's Club President and explain the seriousness of the problem to him.
At the same time, outside the Weiss Newspaper Agency, a group of people causing trouble had already gathered. They were shouting slogans, blocking the main entrance.
"Human supremacy! Mutant lackeys, get out!"
"Fuck you! Get out, you bastards!"
"Call your boss out, or I'll smash this place!" A tall and strong white man, holding a wine bottle, was shouting loudly, while constantly provoking the Security Guard at the entrance of the Newspaper Agency by raising his middle finger. "Trash! Scum!"
At this moment, inside the Weiss Newspaper Agency, the expressions of the employees were all extremely nervous, fearing that those people causing trouble outside would rush in and beat them up. "I knew you shouldn't mess with mutants. I really don't understand why the boss wanted to start a new publication. Now this is just great, successfully arousing public anger. Our Newspaper Agency is probably going to be smashed."
"Keep it down. I heard Mr. Camille was also troubled by publishing Mutant Weekly. It was just because of the main boss's demands; he had no choice but to publish the new issue."
Facing the sudden disturbance, the employees were in no mood to work. One after another, they began huddling together and whispering.
"Mr. Jervis, the people gathered outside are getting more and more numerous. If we don't do something, I'm worried the situation will get out of control, and the police are also rushing towards us." Camille rushed into Xia Shang's Office, but saw Xia Shang leisurely drinking coffee.
"Oh God! The fire is burning up to our eyebrows now! How can you still have the mind to drink coffee? Quickly go out and take a look! Maybe in a while, the angry public will smash our Newspaper Agency."
Camille said with an anxious expression.
"No rush, let the bullets fly for a while longer." Xia Shang took a sip of coffee and raised a composed smile.
He had long expected someone would come to cause trouble, and there was definitely the shadow of the government behind it. To this end, he had also specially prepared a generous gift. He just didn't know if those guys' stomachs were good enough, if they could handle it.
"Make way! Make way!" Washington Police wearing police uniforms pushed aside the crowded people in front of them and shouted at the Security Guard at the entrance of the Newspaper Agency: "Someone reported that you are transmitting illegal information here and maliciously slandering the image of the US Government. Our Washington Police Department has already obtained some evidence. We advise all of you to voluntarily come out and surrender yourselves."
The Police are here too? Inside the Newspaper Agency, people immediately panicked.
Just at this moment, Hank arrived at the scene and ran right into the Police holding firearms, preparing to forcibly break into the Newspaper Agency.
"Still one step late." Hank was a bit reluctant, but still decided that even if he exposed himself, he had to rescue the person who wrote the newspaper.
Suddenly, a man wearing a black trench coat slowly descended from high altitude to the front of the Newspaper Agency. He was expressionless, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone.
"A mutant, a flying mutant." Despite how fiercely the white man was shouting just now, after he personally saw the mutant, his footsteps unconsciously moved backward. "Stand there, don't move!"
The Police exchanged a glance, immediately raised their gun muzzles, pointed at the man, and barked.
Under the gaze of the people causing trouble, the man finally slowly spoke: "Humans...should all be erased, without exception."
After speaking, he then raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and gently waved forward.
The next bizarre scene occurred. The Police present actually turned their gun muzzles around and pulled the trigger towards the public. Suddenly, shrill screams kept ringing out, and people fell into pools of blood one after another.
"Devil! The Devil has controlled my body!" one of the Police cried out. However, the next second, his arm bent, pressing the gun muzzle against his chin. In his despair-filled gaze, a blood-stained bullet passed through his head.
"Quiet." The man lowered his arm and said to the wailing crowd: "I know Mystique is in your government's hands. You have one week to hand over Mystique. Otherwise, after one week, I will carry out indiscriminate slaughter in various places across the United States. Today is just a warning; not many people died, but next time, it won't be the same."
"Bastard."
Hank was so angry that he almost turned into a blue Beast. If the man hadn't stopped in time, he definitely would have rushed up and fought the other party desperately.
Everything Homelander had done was ruined by this guy in front of him. He was simply a copy of the Black King, just as anti-human, just as unscrupulous, just as lacking human nature!
"Even if I risk my life, I will stop you." A righteous and awe-inspiring voice suddenly sounded from the horizon. The people who luckily survived simultaneously raised their heads and looked towards the sky.
Only to see, below the dazzling sun, a man draped in the Stars and Stripes flag was suspended in mid-air. For some reason, his appearance brought an extremely strong sense of security to the people present.
"The guardian god of Washington, Homelander?" Hank couldn't help but marvel at Homelander's appearance. In his opinion, this guy seemed born to be a hero.
"It's you."
The man who was originally expressionless slightly furrowed his brow after seeing Homelander.
"You will pay the price for what you have done." Homelander swooped down like a cannon shell, causing the air to boom.
"You are not qualified to judge me yet."
The man again controlled firearms, unleashing a barrage of gunfire at the flying Homelander.
Homelander constantly dodged the incoming bullets during the flight, and after a few seconds, appeared in front of the man. Without giving the man any chance to breathe, with a loud bang! A perfect side kick kicked the man into the Newspaper Agency's wall.
Immediately after, two beams of crimson red heat vision shot out from Homelander's eyes, instantly piercing through the man's chest.
The man let out a muffled groan, struggling to climb up from the gravel. He covered his charred wound and said with a chilling tone: "Remember, my name is Billy. One day, you will die by my hand."
(End of chapter)
