Chapter 385 The Target Is Difficult, Especially the Motherland!

Michael put the money in his pocket, looked up, and saw the surveillance camera in the room. His mood suddenly sank, and his face became as ugly as it could be.

"If you want to save the newspaper, it's better to drag more people into the water, such as Washington Mayor Mavia and some other senior government officials."

Sometimes, a person's transformation is so fast, just as the saying goes, it's easy for a good person to become bad, but it's hard for a bad person to become good.

Besides, Michael is not a good person in the true sense. After all, a simple good person can't climb to the position of police chief.

"I might as well tell you that before the police went out, Mayor Mavia called me and asked me to close your newspaper on suspicion of spreading illegal information." Michael said in a deep voice.

"Then you will go back empty-handed, won't you be able to explain to the higher-ups?"

This was in 1974, less than a year after Dr. Trask was killed. The current public opinion environment was extremely bad for mutants. Even the topic of mutants had become a taboo, so the publication of the mutant weekly by the Weiss newspaper was undoubtedly dancing in a minefield.

Xia Shang's words made Michael ponder for a moment, and his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"Don't worry, I have my own excuses. At most, I can say that your newspaper is backed by two mutants, Homelander and Billy. The higher-ups will definitely have some concerns and will not dare to easily attack your newspaper."

As soon as Michael finished speaking, Xia Shang applauded.

"As expected of the chief of the Washington Police Department, there are many ways." Xia Shang said with a smile while applauding.

"You should think about how to drag them down. This is the long-term plan." Michael knew very well that only when more and more people were involved and the complexity was greater, he would be safer.

Before leaving

Michael added: "Also, I must remind you that Mutant Weekly can be published, but you must not speak for mutants. This is crucial.

Since President Kennedy was killed, the new president's attitude towards mutants is well known. If he wants to attack your newspaper, no one can protect your newspaper."

When the office door was closed, Hank, who was hanging outside the window, flipped into the room with force.

"I didn't expect you to have a relationship with the chief of the Washington Police Department. I have always heard that he is a decent person and never accepts bribes." Hank seemed a little surprised.

"The facts prove that the rumors are not credible."

Xia Shang then took Hank to Jervis Pharmaceuticals.

In the corridor leading to the laboratory, many employees took the initiative to greet Xia Shang after seeing him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Jervis."

Xia Shang smiled and nodded in response to each of them.

"Mr. Jervis, I never thought that you have a newspaper and a pharmaceutical company at such a young age. What did you do before?" Hank looked at the company's layout while trying to find out Xia Shang's background.

"Do you believe me when I say I was a security guard before?"

Xia Shang stopped, stood in front of the door of the laboratory, and began to enter the password.

"You are really a joke." Hank just opened his mouth.

A broad and powerful hand grabbed the back of his neck.

"I'm not kidding. Next, you will put all your thoughts into the research and development of the formula, and write to Charles to tell him that you have found a job here and everything is fine..." After saying that, Xia Shang let go of Hank's neck and took him into the laboratory.

"From now on, he will be the leader of your R&D team, codenamed V. You can ask him any work questions, and you must also cooperate with all his work."

After explaining all the matters, Xia Shang turned around and left. After all, he had other things to deal with, such as visiting the mayor of Washington, Mr. Mavia.

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The next day, the story of Billy spread very quickly as all the major newspapers reported it. Of course, the part about Homelander was hidden.

In a military base thousands of miles away from Washington, Colonel Stryker received a notice from the Department of Defense, which required him to immediately send out mercenaries to hunt down Homelander and Billy.

"Where did these two guys come from?"

Looking at the description of Homelander and Billy's abilities in the letter, Stryker couldn't help but feel a headache.

[Homelander, currently known abilities are: flying, laser eyes, suspected to be telekinesis (can make bullets hover in the air)]

[Billy, currently known abilities are: flying, metal manipulation, releasing fireballs]

"Shit! They can actually fly." Stryker is more annoyed by these flying mutants, because these guys are usually very mobile and it is not easy to catch them.

"What's the situation with Silver Fox?"

Stryker put the letter in his pocket and asked the intelligence personnel around him.

"According to Silver Fox herself, she has gained Logan's trust, and the current development of things is within our plan." The intelligence officer replied.

"Well, continue to closely monitor the two of them. Logan is an indispensable part of our X weapon plan. Only with his physical fitness and recovery ability can he withstand the injection of adamantium." As he said, Stryker came to the railing and looked down.

Under the railing, there was an operating table similar to a swimming pool. Under the steel plate that formed the operating table, there was a deep blue liquid. At this time, a naked man was lying on the operating table, slowly sinking until his entire body was submerged in the blue liquid. Several drill-shaped devices extended their mechanical arms, aimed at the location of the man's main bones, and then drilled in.

As the drill turned, a buzzing sound was heard.

The liquefied fine gold was slowly injected into the man's body.

"Gurgle!!" The unimaginable pain made the man open his eyes suddenly, and then twitched continuously.

"Remember to tie the breathing device tighter next time."

Stryker looked expressionlessly as oxygen overflowed from the man's breathing device.

"The life characteristics of the test subject disappeared." A researcher standing in front of the ECG monitor whispered.

"Re-extract the fine gold for me before it is completely cooled." Stryker seemed to have long been accustomed to the failure of the experiment. He glanced at the man lying in the pool and turned to walk towards the room where Sabertooth and others lived.

Soon, Sabertooth Victor, Agent Zero David, Ghost John, and fellow mercenaries Wade and Meatball Fred, at Stryker's request, walked into the same conference room.

"This target is very tricky, especially this guy called Homelander."

Stryker took out the letter he had stuffed into his pocket before, put it on the conference table, and let Sabertooth and the others read it.

"The patron saint of Washington? Interesting." After reading the introduction of Homelander in the letter, Sabertooth Victor raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a tyrannical and ferocious smile. (End of this chapter)