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Chapter 397
Chapter 397: Which Newspaper Agency Does This Reporter Belong To, To Be So Brave?
The assistant was breaking out in a cold sweat at this moment. It was important to know that not everyone attending today's press conference was a Reporter; among them were many high-level government officials and high-ranking generals in the Army.
If any one of them were harmed, the consequences would be unimaginable, potentially even dealing a devastating blow to the United States' political ecosystem.
Thinking of this, he didn't dare delay for a second. He immediately squatted down, opened the briefcase he was carrying, and picked up the black box-shaped satellite phone from it.
"Immediately connect me to the Mutant Research Institute's phone!" the pale-faced assistant roared into the phone.
"Beep beep... This is the Mutant Research Institute, I am the director..."
"Shetty! Shut up and listen to me." The assistant didn't have time for introductions; every second was precious now.
"I demand you send Mystique over as quickly as possible! Whether by helicopter or transport vehicle, the faster the better!"
"But the Sentinel Program needs Mystique for experiments, and we've already achieved certain research results here..."
"This is the president's instruction!"
"Okay, I guarantee delivery within ten minutes." The director on the other end of the phone hung up with a startled expression. What's the situation? What happened over at the White House?
The scene shifts to the White House. After a barrage of fireballs from Xia Shang, the originally neatly trimmed Lawn was already in tatters, with burn marks everywhere.
"Damn it! Bullets simply cannot hit him."
The Guards present were top experts selected from the Army. They had rich combat experience, and their marksmanship was perfect. But these were completely useless when facing the Mutant in the air.
"Stop shooting, protect Mr. President."
Seeing that firearms were useless, they decisively ceased fire and then converged on Nixon's location.
"Unfortunately, this is the White House; there are no suitable sniper positions. Otherwise, we could try using a heavy sniper rifle to blow up his head." One of the Guards shielding Nixon looked towards Xia Shang somewhat unwillingly.
"Who's stronger, him or Magneto?"
Nixon had seen the introduction to Magneto in the Cuba File. He felt that this Mutant called Butcher had an ability somewhat similar to Magneto.
But Magneto could control the cannons of battleships from extremely long distances and could even control missiles currently in flight.
"Could it be that this guy can also control metal?"
Nixon mused to himself.
"Also, Mystique is clearly Magneto's subordinate. The File states very clearly that the capture operation back then had already rounded up all of Magneto's subordinates; it's simply impossible for there to be any fish that escaped the net. Since the other party is not one of Magneto's people, then why rescue Mystique?"
He completely couldn't figure out the causal relationship... Suddenly, a person's name appeared in his mind.
Charles Xavier!
Under the United States' terrifying intelligence capabilities, the relationship between Charles and Mystique had long been investigated clearly. Now, the only one with a reason to save Mystique is Charles, who founded Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
Originally, Charles, after the Cuba Incident ended, was also a member of the Mutant hunting list. But later, after their many tests, they confirmed that Charles was not only paralyzed from the waist down but also lost his superpower.
Furthermore, ever since the school closed down, Charles became extremely low-key. Therefore, over time, he faded out of the US Military's attention. "Could it be that he instigated it?" Nixon frowned, musing to himself.
If it really is Charles, then this guy's scheming is perhaps too profound. No wonder they pushed him to that extent back then, yet he had no reaction at all, letting the Army take away his school's teachers and students.
"Ten years, could it be that this guy endured for ten years?"
At this moment, Nixon had already mentally constructed the whole story.
He seemed to see a young man who endured hardships. This young man, in order to preserve himself, sacrificed everyone except Hank.
Harboring hatred, the young man waited for a full ten years until that Mutant called Butcher appeared. Butcher's strength gave him hope for revenge.
But that's not right. Since he wants to attack and take revenge on the US Government, then why create a Superhero Group?
Nixon was stuck; he really couldn't figure this out.
Until...
Boom!! A series of explosions suddenly sounded from the horizon. Nixon subconsciously looked up and saw a black dot shooting from a distance, resembling a high-speed fighter jet, carrying a sonic boom cloud like a white line behind it!
"What the f*ck?!" His pupils constricted violently, and his mouth unconsciously opened slightly.
"What is that thing?"
Those with the same doubt were not just Nixon alone. The Guards beside him also looked horrified, their hearts pounding wildly.
"He actually came."
Camille in the crowd, looking at Homelander suddenly flying, gasped in shock.
Could it be... He remembered the words Mr. Jervis said yesterday and couldn't help but shiver. "Could it be that all of this was arranged by Mr. Jervis? Butcher and Homelander are just actors Mr. Jervis is using for a performance."
Camille didn't dare think further.
He swallowed, trembling as he raised his camera, continuously pressing the shutter towards Homelander, who was flying towards him.
"Mr. Jervis sent me here; he definitely wants me to record today's events as material for promoting Homelander." Camille suddenly felt that working for Mr. Jervis wasn't so bad; at least he didn't have to worry about Butcher killing him.
When Butcher first appeared, his heart was in his throat, fearing he'd be burned to death by one of Butcher's fireballs.
"No wonder Butcher doesn't attack Reporters. So that's how it is." Camille unconsciously straightened his back, and openly and boldly started filming Billy and Homelander.
"Which Newspaper Agency does this Reporter belong to? How courageous!"
The Reporters, holding their heads and squatting on the ground, glimpsed Camille standing tall from the corner of their eyes. Although he was as thin as a sugarcane and looked quite old, the determination in his gaze left them incredibly shocked.
At this critical juncture where they could lose their lives at any moment, a Reporter would actually disregard their own safety and point their camera at a Mutant who kills without blinking.
It's very clear that Senior wanted to record the details of the Mutant's crime and then publish it in the Newspaper Agency to warn the world.
What a great fearless spirit this is, and this spirit is precisely what the profession of a Reporter should possess.
Thinking of this, many younger Reporters lowered their heads in shame, not daring to look directly at that Senior again.
(End of this Chapter)
The assistant was breaking out in a cold sweat at this moment. It was important to know that not everyone attending today's press conference was a Reporter; among them were many high-level government officials and high-ranking generals in the Army.
If any one of them were harmed, the consequences would be unimaginable, potentially even dealing a devastating blow to the United States' political ecosystem.
Thinking of this, he didn't dare delay for a second. He immediately squatted down, opened the briefcase he was carrying, and picked up the black box-shaped satellite phone from it.
"Immediately connect me to the Mutant Research Institute's phone!" the pale-faced assistant roared into the phone.
"Beep beep... This is the Mutant Research Institute, I am the director..."
"Shetty! Shut up and listen to me." The assistant didn't have time for introductions; every second was precious now.
"I demand you send Mystique over as quickly as possible! Whether by helicopter or transport vehicle, the faster the better!"
"But the Sentinel Program needs Mystique for experiments, and we've already achieved certain research results here..."
"This is the president's instruction!"
"Okay, I guarantee delivery within ten minutes." The director on the other end of the phone hung up with a startled expression. What's the situation? What happened over at the White House?
The scene shifts to the White House. After a barrage of fireballs from Xia Shang, the originally neatly trimmed Lawn was already in tatters, with burn marks everywhere.
"Damn it! Bullets simply cannot hit him."
The Guards present were top experts selected from the Army. They had rich combat experience, and their marksmanship was perfect. But these were completely useless when facing the Mutant in the air.
"Stop shooting, protect Mr. President."
Seeing that firearms were useless, they decisively ceased fire and then converged on Nixon's location.
"Unfortunately, this is the White House; there are no suitable sniper positions. Otherwise, we could try using a heavy sniper rifle to blow up his head." One of the Guards shielding Nixon looked towards Xia Shang somewhat unwillingly.
"Who's stronger, him or Magneto?"
Nixon had seen the introduction to Magneto in the Cuba File. He felt that this Mutant called Butcher had an ability somewhat similar to Magneto.
But Magneto could control the cannons of battleships from extremely long distances and could even control missiles currently in flight.
"Could it be that this guy can also control metal?"
Nixon mused to himself.
"Also, Mystique is clearly Magneto's subordinate. The File states very clearly that the capture operation back then had already rounded up all of Magneto's subordinates; it's simply impossible for there to be any fish that escaped the net. Since the other party is not one of Magneto's people, then why rescue Mystique?"
He completely couldn't figure out the causal relationship... Suddenly, a person's name appeared in his mind.
Charles Xavier!
Under the United States' terrifying intelligence capabilities, the relationship between Charles and Mystique had long been investigated clearly. Now, the only one with a reason to save Mystique is Charles, who founded Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
Originally, Charles, after the Cuba Incident ended, was also a member of the Mutant hunting list. But later, after their many tests, they confirmed that Charles was not only paralyzed from the waist down but also lost his superpower.
Furthermore, ever since the school closed down, Charles became extremely low-key. Therefore, over time, he faded out of the US Military's attention. "Could it be that he instigated it?" Nixon frowned, musing to himself.
If it really is Charles, then this guy's scheming is perhaps too profound. No wonder they pushed him to that extent back then, yet he had no reaction at all, letting the Army take away his school's teachers and students.
"Ten years, could it be that this guy endured for ten years?"
At this moment, Nixon had already mentally constructed the whole story.
He seemed to see a young man who endured hardships. This young man, in order to preserve himself, sacrificed everyone except Hank.
Harboring hatred, the young man waited for a full ten years until that Mutant called Butcher appeared. Butcher's strength gave him hope for revenge.
But that's not right. Since he wants to attack and take revenge on the US Government, then why create a Superhero Group?
Nixon was stuck; he really couldn't figure this out.
Until...
Boom!! A series of explosions suddenly sounded from the horizon. Nixon subconsciously looked up and saw a black dot shooting from a distance, resembling a high-speed fighter jet, carrying a sonic boom cloud like a white line behind it!
"What the f*ck?!" His pupils constricted violently, and his mouth unconsciously opened slightly.
"What is that thing?"
Those with the same doubt were not just Nixon alone. The Guards beside him also looked horrified, their hearts pounding wildly.
"He actually came."
Camille in the crowd, looking at Homelander suddenly flying, gasped in shock.
Could it be... He remembered the words Mr. Jervis said yesterday and couldn't help but shiver. "Could it be that all of this was arranged by Mr. Jervis? Butcher and Homelander are just actors Mr. Jervis is using for a performance."
Camille didn't dare think further.
He swallowed, trembling as he raised his camera, continuously pressing the shutter towards Homelander, who was flying towards him.
"Mr. Jervis sent me here; he definitely wants me to record today's events as material for promoting Homelander." Camille suddenly felt that working for Mr. Jervis wasn't so bad; at least he didn't have to worry about Butcher killing him.
When Butcher first appeared, his heart was in his throat, fearing he'd be burned to death by one of Butcher's fireballs.
"No wonder Butcher doesn't attack Reporters. So that's how it is." Camille unconsciously straightened his back, and openly and boldly started filming Billy and Homelander.
"Which Newspaper Agency does this Reporter belong to? How courageous!"
The Reporters, holding their heads and squatting on the ground, glimpsed Camille standing tall from the corner of their eyes. Although he was as thin as a sugarcane and looked quite old, the determination in his gaze left them incredibly shocked.
At this critical juncture where they could lose their lives at any moment, a Reporter would actually disregard their own safety and point their camera at a Mutant who kills without blinking.
It's very clear that Senior wanted to record the details of the Mutant's crime and then publish it in the Newspaper Agency to warn the world.
What a great fearless spirit this is, and this spirit is precisely what the profession of a Reporter should possess.
Thinking of this, many younger Reporters lowered their heads in shame, not daring to look directly at that Senior again.
(End of this Chapter)
