Chapter 397 Which Newspaper Reporter Is This? He Is so Brave.

"Understood, I'll have them dispatch a helicopter to bring Mystique over as quickly as possible."

The assistant was so scared that he was sweating. You know, not all the people attending today's press conference were reporters. There were also senior government officials and senior generals in the army.

If any of them had an accident, the consequences would be unimaginable, and it would even bring a devastating blow to the political ecology of the United States.

Thinking of this, he dared not delay for a second. He immediately squatted on the ground, opened the briefcase he carried with him, and took out the black box-like satellite phone from it.

"Help me get through to the Mutant Research Institute right away!" The assistant, who was almost pale, roared at the other end of the phone.

"Beep... This is the Mutant Research Institute, I'm the director..."

"Shit! Shut up and listen to me." The assistant had no time to listen to the other party introduce himself. Every second now was precious.

"I ask you to send Mystique here in the shortest possible time, whether it is a helicopter or a transport vehicle, the sooner the better!"

"But the Sentinel Project needs to use Mystique for experiments, and we have already achieved certain research results..."

"This is the president's instruction!"

"Okay, I promise to deliver it within ten minutes." The director on the other end of the phone put down the phone with a look of astonishment. What's going on? What happened at the White House?

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The scene turned to the White House. After Xia Shang's round of fireballs, the originally neatly trimmed lawn was already in tatters, with traces of fire everywhere.

"Damn it! The bullets can't hit him at all."

The guards present were basically top players selected from the army. They had rich combat experience and their marksmanship was even more accurate, but these were useless when facing mutants in the air.

"Stop shooting and protect Mr. President."

Seeing that the guns were useless, they decisively stopped their actions and moved closer to the direction where Nixon was.

"It's a pity that this is the White House, and there are no suitable sniping positions. Otherwise, we can try to use a heavy sniper rifle to blow his head off." One of the guards standing in front of Nicholson looked at Xia Shang unwillingly.

"Who is stronger between this guy and Magneto?"

Nicholson had read the introduction of Magneto in the Cuban archives, and he felt that this mutant named Carnage had abilities similar to Magneto.

But Magneto could control the gun barrels of warships at a very long distance, and even control missiles in flight.

"Could this guy also control metal?"

Nicholson thought to himself.

"Also, Mystique is clearly Magneto's subordinate. The archives clearly stated that the arrest operation that year had already caught all of Magneto's subordinates, and there was no way there would be any fish that slipped through the net. Since the other party was not Magneto's man, why did he rescue Mystique?"

He couldn't figure out the cause and effect relationship at all... Suddenly, a name appeared in his mind.

Charles Xavier!

With the terrifying intelligence capabilities of the United States, the relationship between Charles and Mystique has long been investigated clearly. Now the only one who has a reason to save Mystique is Charles, who founded the Mutant Academy.

Originally, Charles was also on the mutant hunting list after the Cuban incident, but after many attempts, they confirmed that Charles was not only paralyzed on one side of his body, but also lost his superpowers.

Moreover, since the closure of the academy, Charles has become extremely low-key, so over time, he has faded out of the vision of the US military.

"Could it be that he instructed it?" Nixon frowned and thought to himself.

If it was really Charles, then this guy's mind was too heavy. No wonder he was forced to that, but he didn't react at all and let the army take away the teachers and students of his academy.

"Ten years, does this guy have endured for ten years?"

At this time, Nixon had sorted out (brain-filled) the cause and effect of the matter.

He seemed to see a young man who was sleeping on straw and tasting gall. In order to save himself, this young man sacrificed everyone except Hank.

The young man was filled with hatred and waited for ten years before he saw the mutant named Massacre. Massacre's strength gave him hope for revenge.

No, since he wanted to retaliate against the US government, why did he create the Superhero Group?

Nixon was stuck in a bottleneck and couldn't figure it out.

Until...

Boom! ! A series of explosions suddenly sounded from the horizon. Nixon subconsciously looked up and saw a black dot shooting from a distance, like a high-speed fighter, with a sonic boom cloud like a white line behind it!

"Wardfa?!" His pupils trembled wildly, and his mouth opened slightly unconsciously.

"What the hell is that?"

Nixon was not the only one who had the same doubts. The guards beside him were also horrified, and their hearts were beating wildly.

"It's really here."

Camille in the crowd looked at the flying Homelander and said in shock.

Could it be... He remembered what Jervis said yesterday and shuddered, "Could it be that all this was arranged by Mr. Jervis? The massacre and the Homelanders were both actors Jervis used to perform."

Camille didn't dare to think about it further.

He swallowed his saliva, raised the camera tremblingly, and kept pressing the shutter at the Homelanders flying towards him.

"Mr. Jervis sent me here, he must want me to record what happened today, and use it as material to promote Homelander." Camille suddenly felt that it was good to work for Mr. Jervis, at least he didn't have to worry about being killed by Slaughter.

When Slaughter just appeared, his heart was hanging in his throat, for fear of being burned to death by a fireball from Slaughter.

"No wonder Slaughter didn't attack reporters, that's why." Camille unconsciously straightened his waist and took pictures of Billy and Homelander.

"Which newspaper reporter is this, so brave?"

The reporters held their heads and squatted on the ground, but they caught a glimpse of Camille standing upright. Although the other party was as thin as a sugar cane and looked very old, the determination in his eyes made them feel extremely shocked.

At this critical moment when they could die at any time, there were reporters who ignored their own safety and pointed the camera at the mutants who killed people without blinking.

Obviously, the senior wanted to record the crimes of the mutants and then publish them in the newspaper to warn the world.

What a great and fearless spirit this is, and this spirit is exactly what a journalist should have.

Thinking of this, many younger journalists lowered their heads in shame and dared not look directly at the senior. (End of this chapter)