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Meanwhile, in the United States, at the Manhattan Police Department.
Commissioner Michael was overwhelmed by the public demonstrations.
He really couldn't understand why so many people with nothing better to do would voluntarily step up to speak out for the mutants.
After all, not long ago, they had regarded mutants as a terrifying scourge.
Who would have thought the tide would turn so quickly.
In fact, this situation wasn't hard to explain.
Most ordinary people had never come into contact with mutants and had no idea what kind of existence they were.
It was entirely politicians with ulterior motives and some scientists like Trask who were manipulating public opinion from behind the scenes, maliciously slandering the mutant community.
Therefore, over time, mutants became monsters, outcasts, and terrorists who disrupted social order in the eyes of the general public!
After all, it is the unknown that incites fear in people's hearts, a fact the United States government understood well and was adept at exploiting.
Their plan would have originally proceeded very smoothly, until Xia Shang appeared.
He not only published the Mutant Weekly, lifting the veil of mystery surrounding mutants, but also vigorously promoted Homelander's heroic deeds, shaping mutants into superheroes.
More crucially, Xia Shang controlled half of the traditional print media empire, allowing him to manipulate and guide public opinion with an influence that was not inferior to that of the United States government.
Furthermore, Americans seem to have an innate distrust of their government.
To put it simply, they generally have a persecution complex, which is why they are so fond of demonstrations and protests.
This is essentially a form of resistance against tyranny.
However, the power of ordinary people is ultimately limited.
At times like these, superheroes who protect others and uphold fairness and justice brought them a profound sense of security.
Additionally, the exposure of the Three Mile Island incident made them realize that mutants were not as terrifying as they had imagined, and were even a vulnerable group.
As everyone knows, sympathizing with the weak is human nature, a point well-proven by the members of those fanatical animal protection societies.
"Get people to the scene to maintain order immediately. Remember, do not engage in violent conflict with the crowd, and especially, no bloodshed. It absolutely cannot happen."
Michael said to his assistant while rubbing his temples.
Subsequently, one police car after another could be seen roaring out of the station's main gate.
"Destroy all the incriminating evidence in the base as quickly as possible. I'm on my way to the Jyer Corporation now. I'll do my best to buy you some time."
On a black Cadillac speeding down the highway, Secretary of Defense Gaston spoke gravely into his phone to Stryker on the other end.
After he hung up, the car suddenly slowed down and even came to a stop.
"What's the situation up ahead? Why are so many people gathered there?"
Gaston, sitting in the front passenger seat, frowned as he looked at the crowd gathered on the side of the road.
"I'll go take a look."
The driver pulled out the key, preparing to get out of the car.
"I'll go with you."
Gaston pushed open the car door and walked towards the noisy crowd.
"I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day, mutants will be able to live freely in this land, without oppression or discrimination! I have a dream that one day..."
It was only when Gaston got closer to the crowd that he discovered someone was giving a speech on the roadside, and the content seemed to be referencing Martin Luther King Jr.'s "I Have a Dream."
Gaston saw many people shedding tears of emotion, and some were even making the sign of the cross on their chests, seemingly praying for something.
Completely bewildered, Gaston squeezed into the crowd, accompanied by his bodyguards, only to find that the speaker was actually a mutant.
Moreover, he had a pair of snow-white wings on his back, his appearance identical to the angels in people's minds.
"My God! I must be dreaming."
Gaston's mouth fell slightly open, his eyes filled with shock.
Warren, dressed in a suit of golden armor, stood before the microphone with his wings spread, reading from the script in his hands with a highly infectious and melodious voice.
Under the surrounding lights, he seemed to be bathed in holy light, looking just like an angel descended to the mortal world, as if his voice contained a mystical power.
"This guy is a natural-born charlatan."
the driver at his side couldn't help but exclaim.
If Xia Shang were there, he would definitely agree with this view.
For no other reason than that Warren's appearance was simply invincible in the predominantly Christian United States, appealing to all ages.
Even if Warren couldn't even defeat Wade before his enhancement, he only needed to make an occasional appearance and fly a lap over the country for his popularity to absolutely explode.
Even if you tied ten Wades together, in terms of popularity, they couldn't possibly compare to Warren with his angel wings.
As the speech neared its end, the atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly fervent.
"We need freedom! We need equality! Mutants are a part of humanity too!"
The people shouted at the top of their lungs, raising their arms and cheering, their emotions incredibly stirred.
"Jyer Corporation again."
Gaston saw a sign next to Warren with an introduction written in English: [The Angel Descended to Earth, Jyer's Newest Superhero, Warren Kenneth Worthington III].
His expression was quite unsightly as he said, "With all due respect, allowing the Jyer Corporation to be established was the worst decision Mr. President has made in his entire life."
Gaston's mood was absolutely terrible at this moment, but Warren, on the stage, was feeling quite good.
"I think I've done a pretty good job with the task Mr. Jarvis gave me. The feeling of being a superhero is truly wonderful. Everything about the Jyer Corporation is great, except for that guy called Deadpool. He's such an ass, always calling me 'Birdman.' I'm obviously an angel."
After the speech, Warren immediately flapped his wings and headed for the next location.
After leaving the crowd, Gaston and the others returned to the car.
The atmosphere was incredibly tense, and no one spoke a word until the car stopped at the entrance of the Jyer Corporation.
"I am the Secretary of Defense, Gaston. I demand to see your president, Jarvis."
Gaston took out his identification and flashed it in front of the security guard, then walked straight into the Jyer Corporation.
Although the guard didn't get a clear look at the ID's contents, it didn't take a genius to know that not even the boldest imposter would dare to impersonate the Secretary of Defense in the United States.
He hurriedly followed after him.
"Mr. Gaston, please come with me."
At this moment, in the president's office, Deadpool was patting his chest with a serious expression, saying, "I guarantee you, nobody understands publicity better than I do. I can also go around giving speeches just like that Birdman."
"What? Are you getting anxious watching Warren steal the spotlight? Why don't you take a look in the mirror at yourself? Do you have what he has?"
Xia Shang retorted with a sneer.
"Discrimination! That is blatant discrimination, you know? Your words have deeply wounded the heart of an outstanding employee."
End of Chapter
Meanwhile, in the United States, at the Manhattan Police Department.
Commissioner Michael was overwhelmed by the public demonstrations.
He really couldn't understand why so many people with nothing better to do would voluntarily step up to speak out for the mutants.
After all, not long ago, they had regarded mutants as a terrifying scourge.
Who would have thought the tide would turn so quickly.
In fact, this situation wasn't hard to explain.
Most ordinary people had never come into contact with mutants and had no idea what kind of existence they were.
It was entirely politicians with ulterior motives and some scientists like Trask who were manipulating public opinion from behind the scenes, maliciously slandering the mutant community.
Therefore, over time, mutants became monsters, outcasts, and terrorists who disrupted social order in the eyes of the general public!
After all, it is the unknown that incites fear in people's hearts, a fact the United States government understood well and was adept at exploiting.
Their plan would have originally proceeded very smoothly, until Xia Shang appeared.
He not only published the Mutant Weekly, lifting the veil of mystery surrounding mutants, but also vigorously promoted Homelander's heroic deeds, shaping mutants into superheroes.
More crucially, Xia Shang controlled half of the traditional print media empire, allowing him to manipulate and guide public opinion with an influence that was not inferior to that of the United States government.
Furthermore, Americans seem to have an innate distrust of their government.
To put it simply, they generally have a persecution complex, which is why they are so fond of demonstrations and protests.
This is essentially a form of resistance against tyranny.
However, the power of ordinary people is ultimately limited.
At times like these, superheroes who protect others and uphold fairness and justice brought them a profound sense of security.
Additionally, the exposure of the Three Mile Island incident made them realize that mutants were not as terrifying as they had imagined, and were even a vulnerable group.
As everyone knows, sympathizing with the weak is human nature, a point well-proven by the members of those fanatical animal protection societies.
"Get people to the scene to maintain order immediately. Remember, do not engage in violent conflict with the crowd, and especially, no bloodshed. It absolutely cannot happen."
Michael said to his assistant while rubbing his temples.
Subsequently, one police car after another could be seen roaring out of the station's main gate.
"Destroy all the incriminating evidence in the base as quickly as possible. I'm on my way to the Jyer Corporation now. I'll do my best to buy you some time."
On a black Cadillac speeding down the highway, Secretary of Defense Gaston spoke gravely into his phone to Stryker on the other end.
After he hung up, the car suddenly slowed down and even came to a stop.
"What's the situation up ahead? Why are so many people gathered there?"
Gaston, sitting in the front passenger seat, frowned as he looked at the crowd gathered on the side of the road.
"I'll go take a look."
The driver pulled out the key, preparing to get out of the car.
"I'll go with you."
Gaston pushed open the car door and walked towards the noisy crowd.
"I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day, mutants will be able to live freely in this land, without oppression or discrimination! I have a dream that one day..."
It was only when Gaston got closer to the crowd that he discovered someone was giving a speech on the roadside, and the content seemed to be referencing Martin Luther King Jr.'s "I Have a Dream."
Gaston saw many people shedding tears of emotion, and some were even making the sign of the cross on their chests, seemingly praying for something.
Completely bewildered, Gaston squeezed into the crowd, accompanied by his bodyguards, only to find that the speaker was actually a mutant.
Moreover, he had a pair of snow-white wings on his back, his appearance identical to the angels in people's minds.
"My God! I must be dreaming."
Gaston's mouth fell slightly open, his eyes filled with shock.
Warren, dressed in a suit of golden armor, stood before the microphone with his wings spread, reading from the script in his hands with a highly infectious and melodious voice.
Under the surrounding lights, he seemed to be bathed in holy light, looking just like an angel descended to the mortal world, as if his voice contained a mystical power.
"This guy is a natural-born charlatan."
the driver at his side couldn't help but exclaim.
If Xia Shang were there, he would definitely agree with this view.
For no other reason than that Warren's appearance was simply invincible in the predominantly Christian United States, appealing to all ages.
Even if Warren couldn't even defeat Wade before his enhancement, he only needed to make an occasional appearance and fly a lap over the country for his popularity to absolutely explode.
Even if you tied ten Wades together, in terms of popularity, they couldn't possibly compare to Warren with his angel wings.
As the speech neared its end, the atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly fervent.
"We need freedom! We need equality! Mutants are a part of humanity too!"
The people shouted at the top of their lungs, raising their arms and cheering, their emotions incredibly stirred.
"Jyer Corporation again."
Gaston saw a sign next to Warren with an introduction written in English: [The Angel Descended to Earth, Jyer's Newest Superhero, Warren Kenneth Worthington III].
His expression was quite unsightly as he said, "With all due respect, allowing the Jyer Corporation to be established was the worst decision Mr. President has made in his entire life."
Gaston's mood was absolutely terrible at this moment, but Warren, on the stage, was feeling quite good.
"I think I've done a pretty good job with the task Mr. Jarvis gave me. The feeling of being a superhero is truly wonderful. Everything about the Jyer Corporation is great, except for that guy called Deadpool. He's such an ass, always calling me 'Birdman.' I'm obviously an angel."
After the speech, Warren immediately flapped his wings and headed for the next location.
After leaving the crowd, Gaston and the others returned to the car.
The atmosphere was incredibly tense, and no one spoke a word until the car stopped at the entrance of the Jyer Corporation.
"I am the Secretary of Defense, Gaston. I demand to see your president, Jarvis."
Gaston took out his identification and flashed it in front of the security guard, then walked straight into the Jyer Corporation.
Although the guard didn't get a clear look at the ID's contents, it didn't take a genius to know that not even the boldest imposter would dare to impersonate the Secretary of Defense in the United States.
He hurriedly followed after him.
"Mr. Gaston, please come with me."
At this moment, in the president's office, Deadpool was patting his chest with a serious expression, saying, "I guarantee you, nobody understands publicity better than I do. I can also go around giving speeches just like that Birdman."
"What? Are you getting anxious watching Warren steal the spotlight? Why don't you take a look in the mirror at yourself? Do you have what he has?"
Xia Shang retorted with a sneer.
"Discrimination! That is blatant discrimination, you know? Your words have deeply wounded the heart of an outstanding employee."
End of Chapter
