Chapter 380: Trouble! As Expected!

In addition, the newspaper also wrote about the mutants preventing the Cuban Missile Crisis.

You know, the explanation of the United States and the Soviet Union later on the Cuban Crisis was that after careful consideration, they finally decided to compromise with each other and not let the tragedy of World War I and World War II happen again. There was no mention of mutants in the words.

But in fact, if there hadn't been the thrilling scene of Magneto raising his hand to control all the missiles, how could they put aside their past grudges and jointly point the finger at mutants.

Of course, under the deliberate cover-up of the United States and the Soviet Union, the truth of the matter had long been sealed into history and unknown to the public until the publication of the Mutant Weekly, which revealed a corner of the dusty history to the public.

"Damn, the Weiss Daily is in danger." Hank put away the newspaper and hurriedly asked others about the location of the newspaper. Although he didn't know whether the Weiss Daily had any relationship with mutants, the US government would never let it go based on the content of the newspaper. He had to find the president of the newspaper and explain the seriousness of the problem to him.

At the same time, a group of rioters had gathered outside the Weiss newspaper office, shouting slogans and crowding the door.

"Humanity first! Mutant lackeys get out!"

"Fuck! Get out, bastards!"

"Call your boss out, or I'll smash your place!" A tall and strong white man, holding a bottle of wine, shouted loudly, and raised his middle finger to the security guard at the door of the newspaper office, "Garbage! Scum!"

At this time, inside the Weiss newspaper, the employees were extremely nervous, fearing that the people who were making trouble outside would rush in and beat them up. "I knew that mutants should not be touched. I really don't understand why the boss wants to open a new magazine. Now it's good, it has successfully aroused public outrage, and our newspaper office may be smashed."

"Keep your voice down, I heard that Mr. Camille is also very troubled by the publication of the mutant weekly, but due to the boss's request, there is no choice but to publish the new issue."

Faced with the sudden riot, the employees were no longer in the mood to work, and they began to whisper to each other.

"Mr. Gervis, more and more people are gathering outside. If we don't do something, I'm afraid the situation will get out of control, and the police are coming to us." Camille rushed into Xia Shang's office, only to see Xia Shang drinking coffee leisurely.

"Oh my God! The fire is burning to the eyebrows now, how can you still have the mind to drink coffee? Go out and take a look. Maybe in a while, the angry people will smash our newspaper office."

Camille said anxiously.

"No hurry, let the bullets fly for a while." Xia Shang took a sip of coffee and raised a calm smile.

He had long expected that someone would come to make trouble, and there must be the shadow of the government behind it. For this reason, he specially prepared a generous gift, but he didn't know if those guys had a good appetite and could eat it.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" The Washington police in uniform pushed through the crowd in front of him and shouted to the security guard at the door of the newspaper: "Someone reported that you are spreading illegal information and maliciously smearing the image of the US government. Our Washington Police Department has obtained some evidence. We advise all of you to take the initiative to come out and surrender."

The police are here? The people in the newspaper office were panicked.

At this moment, Hank rushed to the scene and happened to see the police holding guns and preparing to force their way into the newspaper office.

"It's still a step late." Hank was a little unwilling, but he decided to rescue the person who wrote the newspaper even if he exposed himself.

Suddenly, a man in a black windbreaker slowly descended from a high altitude to the door of the newspaper office. He had a blank expression on his face and his sharp eyes swept over everyone.

"Mutants, flying mutants." Although the white man was shouting loudly just now, when he saw the mutants with his own eyes, his feet unconsciously moved back.

"Stand there, don't move!"

The police looked at each other, immediately raised their guns, pointed at the man and shouted.

Under the gaze of the rioters, the man finally spoke slowly: "Humanity... should be wiped out, without exception."

After saying that, he raised his right hand, extended his index finger and gently waved forward.

Then a strange scene happened. The police on the scene turned their guns and pulled the trigger at the people. For a while, shrill shouts continued to sound, and people fell in a pool of blood at any time.

"Devil! The devil controls my body!" One of the police shouted, but the next second, his arm was bent and the muzzle of the gun was against his chin. In his desperate eyes, a bloody bullet passed through his head.

"Quiet." The man lowered his arms and said to the wailing crowd, "I know that Mystique is in the hands of your government, so I give you one week to hand over Mystique, otherwise, I will start indiscriminate massacres across the United States in one week. Today is just a warning, not many people died, but it may not be the case next time."

"Asshole."

Hank was so angry that he almost turned into a blue beast. If the man hadn't stopped in time, he would have rushed up and fought with the other party.

Everything that the Homelander had done was ruined by the guy in front of him. He was simply a replica of the Black Emperor, the same anti-human, the same unscrupulous, and the same inhumanity!

"Even if I risk my life, I will stop you." A righteous voice suddenly sounded from the horizon, and the people who survived by chance raised their heads and looked at the sky at the same time.

Under the dazzling sun, a man wearing the Stars and Stripes was suspended in the air. For some reason, his appearance brought a strong sense of security to the people present.

"Washington's patron saint, Homelander?" Hank couldn't help but marvel at Homelander's appearance. In his opinion, this guy seemed to be born to be a hero.

"It's you."

The expressionless man frowned slightly after seeing Homelander.

"You will pay the price for what you have done." Homelander swooped down like a cannonball, causing bursts of explosions in the air.

"You are not qualified to judge me."

The man controlled the gun again and fired at Homelander who was flying.

Homelander kept avoiding the incoming bullets during the flight, and appeared in front of the man a few seconds later, without giving the man any chance to breathe. With a loud bang! A perfect side kick kicked the man into the wall of the newspaper office.

Then, Homelander shot two red lasers from his eyes, instantly piercing the man's chest.

The man groaned and struggled to get up from the rubble. He covered his charred wound and said in a grim tone: "Remember, my name is Billy. One day, you will die in my hands." (End of this chapter)