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Chapter 422
Chapter 420: Alex? The Academy's Major Shareholder!
"My mental state is great, I don't need you to check. Besides, even if you sliced my brain into pieces and observed them under a microscope, I guarantee you wouldn't see anything but pure wisdom."
Deadpool rolled his eyes, shifting into a more comfortable position to continue lying down.
"What did you mean by 'cleaning up the Battlefield' just now?" Hank asked curiously, skipping the previous topic.
"It's written in the Letter, you'll know after you read it."
Deadpool narrowed his eyes, pulled a cigarette from his satchel, and smoked it leisurely.
"Smoking is prohibited here, didn't you see the sign on the wall?" Hank couldn't figure out how this guy in front of him became a Superhero. Was Jie Er Company's recruitment standard that low? "Sorry, having one after a meal is a traditional custom of our Family, and its priority is higher than your broken sign," Deadpool said, puffing out smoke with the cigarette in his mouth.
"Forget it, Hank, just let him be as long as he doesn't set the sofa on fire."
Charles, sitting in his Wheelchair, waved his hand dismissively, then focused his attention on the Envelope in his hand.
The Envelope felt somewhat thick, and he guessed there must be something else inside besides the Letter.
As expected, after he tore open the Envelope, he pulled out a folded white paper and several color photographs from inside.
Charles first unfolded the white paper and read the content, his expression changing from calm to solemn.
【Dear Mr. Charles: I am Mr. Jervis, President and Chairman of the Board of Jie Er Company. I am delighted that you received this Letter. I presume you have already met Wade by now. He is a rude fellow, and if he offended you, I am willing to apologize for his actions. Furthermore, I heard from Hank that your body doesn't seem to be in good shape, and I sincerely hope you recover soon.
Ahem... Getting back to the main point, the primary purpose of writing to you this time is actually to articulate a bloody and cruel truth. Since 1963 until now, 1974, the environment for mutants has been deteriorating day by day. People's hatred and exclusion, coupled with the government's suppression, have caused mutants to be like The Female in the Gutter/Sewer, only able to hide in Dark Corners and eke out a living.
But even so, mutants who only hid were still hunted by the Military. Some were forcibly sent to the Battlefield, becoming cannon fodder, but more were sent to Laboratory, becoming cold corpses lying On Stage.
According to my investigation, there is a Mutant Research Base on Three Mile Island, USA. There, countless mutants are subjected to dissection, their brains sliced open by cold surgical knives. Like guinea pigs, they are regarded by researchers as consumables for live experiments. It can even be said that their plight is equivalent to that of Jews confined in Nazi concentration camps; what awaits them seems to be only death.
I, Mr. Jervis, felt extremely indignant upon learning this information. To be frank with you, I am also a mutant, and I absolutely will not allow such things to continue. Therefore, I plan to destroy that Research Base. However, destroying the Base is easy; how to resettle the rescued mutants is a big problem.
Fortunately, at this time, I thought of the Wiziel Academy for Gifted Youngsters you once founded. Perhaps housing them at the School is a good idea.
It is worth mentioning that our operation has already received the support of Mr. President. If you are willing to step forward and resettle them, our Jie Er Company will provide you with a School Building Fund, become a Shareholder of your Academy, and promise you that the situation during the Vietnam War will not happen a second time. After all, the government has no right to interfere with and supervise a private school founded by a private enterprise.
I hope we can achieve cooperation.
A mutant with the same ideals as you: Mr. Jervis】
Placing the Letter on his lap, Charles rubbed his aching brow. He had to admit, the content of the Letter was very tempting. His heart, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to show signs of recovery.
As the initiator of the X-Men and the founder of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, he had always wanted to reopen the closed School because he firmly believed that only through education, changing the concepts of mutants, and allowing mutants and humans to coexist peacefully, could the future of mutants be saved.
So when he saw the olive branch extended by Xia Shang, he was truly moved.
"Recreating the Wiziel Academy for Gifted Youngsters?" Charles murmured softly, his face filled with hesitation.
He hesitantly picked up the photos and began flipping through them.
As his gaze swept across the photos one by one, Charles couldn't help but hold his breath, his hands and feet turning cold. Suddenly, his action of flipping through the photos stopped abruptly, and he suddenly stood up from the Wheelchair, crying out: "Alex!"
"What the f*ck! A medical miracle!" Looking at Charles standing up, Deadpool said with a look of astonishment.
Hank beside him wasn't surprised. After Charles received the injection of the drug he developed, while losing his ability, he would also regain his original mobility. It was just that Charles was sometimes used to sitting in a Wheelchair.
"Hank, look at the person in the photo, is it Alex?" Charles reached out and handed the photo to Hank, his tone excited.
Hank took the photo and frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, he had received Alex's death notice several years ago, a death notice sent by the US Military.
However, when he saw the familiar figure in the photo, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "That's right, it's definitely Alex! He's actually still alive, how is this possible?"
"Don't be too surprised, Stryker captured so many mutants, it's normal to have old acquaintances of yours." Deadpool sat up from the sofa, holding the extinguished cigarette butt and looking around. "Where's your trash can? As someone with manners, I don't want to litter cigarette butts."
"Just put it on the coffee table."
Hank was extremely excited at this moment. If the photos were real, didn't that mean Sean and others might be alive, just like Alex?
"It seems we were deceived, Alex didn't die on the Battlefield at all," Charles said in a deep voice.
Then, he looked at Deadpool, who had just flicked the cigarette butt into the vase, and said with a serious expression: "Please go back and tell Mr. Jervis that I, Charles, have decided to cooperate with him. Please ask him to destroy that Research Base as soon as possible and rescue Alex and the others."
"No problem, we'll call you to inform you of the specific time for the operation." After getting Charles's phone number, Deadpool walked towards the outside of the Castle.
(end of chapter)
"My mental state is great, I don't need you to check. Besides, even if you sliced my brain into pieces and observed them under a microscope, I guarantee you wouldn't see anything but pure wisdom."
Deadpool rolled his eyes, shifting into a more comfortable position to continue lying down.
"What did you mean by 'cleaning up the Battlefield' just now?" Hank asked curiously, skipping the previous topic.
"It's written in the Letter, you'll know after you read it."
Deadpool narrowed his eyes, pulled a cigarette from his satchel, and smoked it leisurely.
"Smoking is prohibited here, didn't you see the sign on the wall?" Hank couldn't figure out how this guy in front of him became a Superhero. Was Jie Er Company's recruitment standard that low? "Sorry, having one after a meal is a traditional custom of our Family, and its priority is higher than your broken sign," Deadpool said, puffing out smoke with the cigarette in his mouth.
"Forget it, Hank, just let him be as long as he doesn't set the sofa on fire."
Charles, sitting in his Wheelchair, waved his hand dismissively, then focused his attention on the Envelope in his hand.
The Envelope felt somewhat thick, and he guessed there must be something else inside besides the Letter.
As expected, after he tore open the Envelope, he pulled out a folded white paper and several color photographs from inside.
Charles first unfolded the white paper and read the content, his expression changing from calm to solemn.
【Dear Mr. Charles: I am Mr. Jervis, President and Chairman of the Board of Jie Er Company. I am delighted that you received this Letter. I presume you have already met Wade by now. He is a rude fellow, and if he offended you, I am willing to apologize for his actions. Furthermore, I heard from Hank that your body doesn't seem to be in good shape, and I sincerely hope you recover soon.
Ahem... Getting back to the main point, the primary purpose of writing to you this time is actually to articulate a bloody and cruel truth. Since 1963 until now, 1974, the environment for mutants has been deteriorating day by day. People's hatred and exclusion, coupled with the government's suppression, have caused mutants to be like The Female in the Gutter/Sewer, only able to hide in Dark Corners and eke out a living.
But even so, mutants who only hid were still hunted by the Military. Some were forcibly sent to the Battlefield, becoming cannon fodder, but more were sent to Laboratory, becoming cold corpses lying On Stage.
According to my investigation, there is a Mutant Research Base on Three Mile Island, USA. There, countless mutants are subjected to dissection, their brains sliced open by cold surgical knives. Like guinea pigs, they are regarded by researchers as consumables for live experiments. It can even be said that their plight is equivalent to that of Jews confined in Nazi concentration camps; what awaits them seems to be only death.
I, Mr. Jervis, felt extremely indignant upon learning this information. To be frank with you, I am also a mutant, and I absolutely will not allow such things to continue. Therefore, I plan to destroy that Research Base. However, destroying the Base is easy; how to resettle the rescued mutants is a big problem.
Fortunately, at this time, I thought of the Wiziel Academy for Gifted Youngsters you once founded. Perhaps housing them at the School is a good idea.
It is worth mentioning that our operation has already received the support of Mr. President. If you are willing to step forward and resettle them, our Jie Er Company will provide you with a School Building Fund, become a Shareholder of your Academy, and promise you that the situation during the Vietnam War will not happen a second time. After all, the government has no right to interfere with and supervise a private school founded by a private enterprise.
I hope we can achieve cooperation.
A mutant with the same ideals as you: Mr. Jervis】
Placing the Letter on his lap, Charles rubbed his aching brow. He had to admit, the content of the Letter was very tempting. His heart, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to show signs of recovery.
As the initiator of the X-Men and the founder of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, he had always wanted to reopen the closed School because he firmly believed that only through education, changing the concepts of mutants, and allowing mutants and humans to coexist peacefully, could the future of mutants be saved.
So when he saw the olive branch extended by Xia Shang, he was truly moved.
"Recreating the Wiziel Academy for Gifted Youngsters?" Charles murmured softly, his face filled with hesitation.
He hesitantly picked up the photos and began flipping through them.
As his gaze swept across the photos one by one, Charles couldn't help but hold his breath, his hands and feet turning cold. Suddenly, his action of flipping through the photos stopped abruptly, and he suddenly stood up from the Wheelchair, crying out: "Alex!"
"What the f*ck! A medical miracle!" Looking at Charles standing up, Deadpool said with a look of astonishment.
Hank beside him wasn't surprised. After Charles received the injection of the drug he developed, while losing his ability, he would also regain his original mobility. It was just that Charles was sometimes used to sitting in a Wheelchair.
"Hank, look at the person in the photo, is it Alex?" Charles reached out and handed the photo to Hank, his tone excited.
Hank took the photo and frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, he had received Alex's death notice several years ago, a death notice sent by the US Military.
However, when he saw the familiar figure in the photo, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "That's right, it's definitely Alex! He's actually still alive, how is this possible?"
"Don't be too surprised, Stryker captured so many mutants, it's normal to have old acquaintances of yours." Deadpool sat up from the sofa, holding the extinguished cigarette butt and looking around. "Where's your trash can? As someone with manners, I don't want to litter cigarette butts."
"Just put it on the coffee table."
Hank was extremely excited at this moment. If the photos were real, didn't that mean Sean and others might be alive, just like Alex?
"It seems we were deceived, Alex didn't die on the Battlefield at all," Charles said in a deep voice.
Then, he looked at Deadpool, who had just flicked the cigarette butt into the vase, and said with a serious expression: "Please go back and tell Mr. Jervis that I, Charles, have decided to cooperate with him. Please ask him to destroy that Research Base as soon as possible and rescue Alex and the others."
"No problem, we'll call you to inform you of the specific time for the operation." After getting Charles's phone number, Deadpool walked towards the outside of the Castle.
(end of chapter)
