Chapter 869 Sixteen People
In Kansas, USA, sixteen young people are ready to go in a cabin outside a wilderness. They were all dressed in uniform—a plain black jacket and pants—and had their faces painted.
And some other things are still being prepared, including some chemical quick-burning agents and pyrotechnic flare guns. These things are civilian products or equipment for survival in the wild, and they are easy to buy in outdoor stores in the United States.
More than a dozen people were making various preparations with solemn faces, including checking various equipment and communication equipment. These people have one thing in common, that is, they are young. Another common feature is that they are all mutants. And it's those unlucky mutants.
Most of these sixteen young people are Epsilon-class, only two Delta-class and one Gamma-class. The Epsilon class has very weak capabilities but has various flaws. The Delta class and the Gamma class are much better, but life in the United States is still unsatisfactory most of the time, and they exist at the bottom all year round.
"Is George ready?" The man who spoke was a tall and burly male mutant. His resolute appearance is easily reminiscent of the classic tough guy image on the screen: Rambo.
Known as George was another thin young man. He didn't look strong at all, as if he would be blown down if the wind blew. He was tapping the keyboard on a laptop rapidly, as if writing a piece of code and message.
"It'll be fine soon, John, soon." George responded without raising his head, with some doubts in his tone: "But are we really going to do this? That's Mr. President's property."
The strong man named John replied calmly: "If you have doubts, you can quit. This is a very risky thing."
Then John turned his head to look at the other fourteen people in the room and said: "Now is the last moment before the action. If you want to quit, hurry up. If we are caught, we will definitely not confess those companions who quit. We are worthy of each other Trusted. It's choice, not coercion."
None of the fourteen companions said anything, they just looked at John calmly. The only gamma-level mutant here. It can even be said that apart from John, the remaining mutant companions here are not very strong, and it is a bit exaggerated to say that they are old, weak, sick and disabled. But it's not much better in comparison.
"Okay, I have edited the news. It will be sent to the mailboxes of major news media on time." George typed the last letter on the keyboard and said: "Burn the current president's farm in Kansas, I believe there are many, many news The media will be willing to cover it."
John nodded. The log cabin they were in was not too far from Mr. Overall's Kansas farm, and it was only about 30 minutes away on a quick walk. If the president comes here for vacation, then this log cabin must not be able to stay. Those bodyguard agents will check every nook and cranny.
Now that the president is working in Washington, there is no one else on the farm except for four workers who are responsible for maintaining order on the farm. But even so, John was still cautious. This probably has something to do with his previous experience.
John looked at his watch. It was ten minutes before the start of the action. He looked at the nervous faces of his companions and felt that he should say something.
"Are you afraid? This time our actions will never return. Although Mr. President is not here, as long as we call the police, I believe someone will soon shoot helicopters and anti-explosion special police to arrest us. Most of us will not be able to escape. If someone wants to quit now, I don't blame them at all." John said these words seriously, his eyes swept over the fellow mutants, although everyone was a little scared and nervous, but no one wanted to to quit.
John said again: "I'm not kidding, this..."
"Enough, John. We know what we are going to face." John was interrupted before he could finish speaking. This is a man with a darker complexion and a scar on his face. His name is Michael, a very popular name.
"I know what you're going to say. We may have to face accusations of multiple crimes. We may be imprisoned for 20 or 30 years, or even face worse things than this." Michael waved his hand indifferently.
"But where is our life so good now? At least we don't have to worry about eating when we go to prison." Michael's use of such humor triggered a burst of low laughter from everyone, but there was indescribable bitterness in the laughter.
"You are a member of the Navy Seals. Everyone thought you were dead when you were besieged on the battlefield. They even reported your name on the death list, but no one thought that you activated the mutant ability." Michael said John In the past, he and John have known these things for a long time.
"You rescued seven besieged companions and took them back to your hometown. But you became a [living dead], your military registration was canceled, your social security number was erased, and there is no one like you in the whole country anymore People. You wrote so many letters to the Ministry of Defense, did they respond? I have gone through a lot of formalities with you, do you still remember the expressions of those people when they knew we are mutants? Do you remember what they said?" Michael was furious.
“[Who knows if you are liars who used your mutant powers to get disability pensions!] Ha! Is this what you get in return for bleeding and dying for this country? Is it because we are mutants? No Don’t talk about burning down a farm, even if you want to rush into Capitol Hill and shoot those big shots, I will support you!”
Michael said these words loudly, and at the same time pointed to his companions: "Except for you, look at us. How are we any better? Look at Bibi (a pale young man), he can't He is engaged in heavy physical labor, and no one is willing to provide him with a job. Homeless without income, even going to the relief station to receive relief food and winter clothes will be discriminated against. For what?!"
Michael punched fiercely: "Mutants, mutants! I've had enough of this shit! If you hadn't stopped me, I would even want to take revenge on society and create terrorist attacks. Go to the concert and confront those guys Crazy shooting!"
Michael was a little excited when he said that; his face turned red. And those companions felt the same way. Most of the people gathered here today are people who have the same experience, and they have known Michael or John for a long time. They have been supporting each other until now.
John looked at Michael and sighed: "We are not terrorists. I used to shed blood and sweat for the people of this country, and I still do so today. The Mutant Brotherhood of Magneto wanted to recruit me, but I refused. Because I don't like what they're doing, those terrorist attacks are sometimes against civilians."
"I once stood under the national flag and swore that I would devote my life to upholding justice and freedom. Even today I still do so, because only in this way can I be myself. What we are going to do now is not terrorist attacks, nor It is allowed to harm the lives of four workers on the farm." John looked at the crowd and said.
"We're just a reminder to this country, to the leaders of this country. How hard you push a spring, how hard it bounces! We're not terrorists, remember that. I've Let George write our proclamation, "A Letter to Our Fellow Americans," and prepare it for distribution to the world's media. It will record what we are doing today."
Everyone was listening to John's speech seriously. Everyone was silent but felt a fire burning in their chests.
John looked at his watch again, the time was up. He waved his hand: "Let's go, comrades. History will be justified for us today!"
A group of sixteen people wearing black jackets disappeared into the night. Forty-five minutes later, the ranch owned by the president of Kansas was ablaze!
Helicopters, fire trucks, explosion-proof special police and news media rushed over. John Sixteen stood outside the burning farm and did not leave at all. Four other shivering farm workers sat down beside them.
Facing the turbulent SWAT police and the news media shooting around in the sky, John has no fear, because he feels that he has a clear conscience.
Want to be a coward for life? Or be a hero, even for a few minutes. It takes more than courage, but an open mind and heart to still be able to stifle and blame. The cry of revolution from deep within is only to wake up a few!