In the Milky Way, on a huge spaceship called Sanctuary, on a simple but majestic throne, a purple giant was sitting on the throne, holding his chin in deep thought.
Purple skin, a giant vertical striped chin, usually wearing blue and gold clothes with golden shoulder armor and golden short boots, and a blue and gold helmet with a gem on the forehead!
Everything about this purple giant is just right; even his eyes are so distinct, clear and clean, as if echoing some kind of charm that has been preserved between heaven and earth since ancient times.
This is a melancholy, contemplative man, full of the concept of death. He looks very clean, very pure, and a very pure man.
When he laughs, he laughs; when he is angry, he is angry; when he is in deep thought, he is as clear as water; when he is pondering, he is as quiet as ice.
There was a sound of footsteps, and a wizard tore through the air, appeared in front of Thanos, and knelt on one knee respectfully.
"Great Eternal Titan, my Lord, we have learned the whereabouts of an Infinity Stone!"
The purple giant came back to his senses from the gaze with a great being. He lowered his head and smiled calmly, "Oh? Ebony Maw, which Infinity Stone?"
Ebony Maw knelt on one knee: "Great Titan of Eternity, it is the Mind Gem!"
Squinting his eyes, Thanos said calmly: "If you know where it is, then take the gem back!"
"The great Eternal Titan, the Mind Gem is the scepter of a wild god from a primitive planet,"
There was a strange light in Ebonymaw's eyes.
"Let General Corvus Glaive lead the Dark Order!"
Thanos waved his hand gently:
"A primitive god, can you guys handle it?"
Corvus Glaive, like Ebony Maw, is one of the Black Order.
Unlike the sinister and cunning Ebony Maw, he is a pure general, cruel and cold-blooded, who will do anything to execute orders perfectly.
He is a true "worshiper" of Thanos. In his eyes, Thanos is the real god.
To other civilizations in the galaxy, General Deathly Glaive and the Dark Order he leads will always play the role of a destroyer.
He is the hand of war, the pioneer of destruction. Wherever he and his fleet go, they will ignite an everlasting fire and draw all existence into his war of conquest.
This is a formidable warrior.
Ebony Maw lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Yes, the great Eternal Titan!"
In the Starry Sky
The two starships broke away from the huge fleet, leaped out of the fleet formation little by little, and headed towards the distance.
... ... .
"Mr. President, I just returned to New York. There was a plane accident. You heard about it. Thank you for your concern. Fortunately, I had some urgent matters and had to change planes!"
In the study, Ryan, Kane, Frank, and Sloan stood quietly by, listening to Boss Tang talking on the phone.
"My subordinates said that our business has been affected by the terrorist attack in New York. Is there any misunderstanding here?"
"No, no, given our relationship, you will naturally have a share of my business. Do you want to say hello? It's too much trouble for you. Next time I go to Washington, I will definitely prepare a big gift for you!"
After hanging up the phone, Tang Song exhaled a breath of foul air, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he looked at several subordinates: "I heard it all. I want to prepare a big gift for our President. Do you have any suggestions?"
Lai En and his companions naturally knew that their boss had been attacked, and even the private jet they had just purchased was blown up.
Kane clenched his fists and groaned, "Boss, I'm going to kill that president. I was in charge of his security. There are loopholes in his security. I'm sure I can kill him!"
Two months ago, Kane resigned from his position as Director of the Secret Service, "retired" gloriously, and became the president of Tang Security Company again.
Because of the president’s experience, Tang Security Company’s business orders have increased by 300% during this period.
"If two presidents are assassinated in a row, I'm afraid the whole federation will be furious, and the situation will be difficult to handle!" Lai En looked at Tang Song and said, "Boss, I have an idea!"
... ... .
It has been a month since the explosion of Tang Song’s private plane, and everything seems to be calm.
Following the White House's suggestion, some departments that had been targeting Boss Tang's gray business restrained their actions, as if nothing had happened.
The only headache may be for our Minister of Defense. The disappearance of one of the most advanced missile destroyers in the Federation is not so easy to conceal.
Not only does Congress need to give an explanation, but countries around the world are also paying close attention to the Federation's military developments. The mysterious disappearance of a federal missile destroyer is enough to keep intelligence agencies of various countries busy for a long time.
To hide it from so many eyes, you need a perfect reason.
But he didn't expect that he would soon not have to work hard to find excuses for himself!
... ... ... ..
In the Tang family manor, Tang Song was still sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the manor lake, holding a purple bamboo fishing rod in his hand, watching the sunlight sprinkle on the lake like broken gold.
His figure was reflected in the lake. Three feet above the figure in the lake, there seemed to be two streams of air, one black and one white, swirling. Sometimes they turned into the swirling Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish, and sometimes they turned into one black and one white, circling around him for several weeks and then sinking into his forehead.
Just when Tang Song was fishing, Lai En walked up to him and said, "Boss, Magneto sent a message. According to the original plan, they found the whereabouts of William Stryker!"
Tang Song snapped his fingers, rubbed the black jade ring on his thumb, looked at the lotus flowers in the lake, and said with a smile:
"The package is ready, but I don't know if our President will like this gift!"
... ... ... ...
"Victor, long time no see!"
On an American Hercules helicopter, a dozen mutants were given powerful anesthetics and locked in iron cages.
William Stryker looked at the sleeping saber-toothed tiger with a hint of regret in his eyes.
He was the head of the special operations team formed by the CIA back then, and Sabretooth Victor was his most loyal subordinate.
Unfortunately, for Project X,
Stryker looked at Victor as if he was looking at a piece of cargo, a weapon.
Then he turned around and returned to the co-pilot seat of the plane!
In a hidden corner that he couldn't see, inside the saber-toothed tiger's body, a button-sized positioning device was quietly emitting frequencies!
On the outskirts of New York, on a hill behind Raccoon Town, a fighter plane took off and flew through the air.
The magnetic levitation take-off device and the outer coating of the fighter can avoid radar and infrared scanning.
"The target base is just ahead!"
Dense forest, a faintly visible dam, and the voice of Red Queen coming from the computer.
"Boss, the locator provided by Magneto shows that William Stryker's base is right under the dam!"
"Block all signals between the dam base and the outside world, including the satellites monitoring this place!"
Wait until the red queen control is completed,
Tang Song gestured to Kane, Kane nodded, opened the hatch and jumped down with five people.
The black Magic Skateboard glided in the air, and Kane and his companions quickly landed in the jungle.
Tang Song raised his foot and stood above the dam, his spiritual consciousness sweeping towards the dam below. Soon, the shrill sound of sirens from below suddenly resounded throughout the base.
After the communication with the outside world was cut off, the security system in the military base finally began to operate slowly but firmly.
The anti-aircraft machine guns and firepower networks in the base were opened one after another, and organized soldiers were dispatched to search for the invaders.
Tang Song strolled leisurely into the base, with a layer of black and white light covering his body.
Seeing the intruder, the base soldiers shot at him frantically.
In order to prevent the mutants used as experimental materials from rioting, the soldiers in the base have undergone professional training.
The weapons in their hands are not all ordinary powered gunpowder. Some of them are Taser guns with electric shock effects, and anesthetic guns loaded with fast-acting coma drugs.
Mutants have a variety of special abilities, but in most cases they cannot withstand bullets.
Once intimidated by gun fire, these untrained psychics would fall into helplessness and panic, and eventually be captured by ordinary soldiers who had an absolute numerical advantage.
But neither the gunpowder gun nor the anesthetic gun had any effect on the Tang and Song dynasties.
The black and white light surrounding Tang Song swam like a yin-yang fish, representing the extremely yin corpse evil at the extreme of life and death, as well as a trace of the purest evil energy of life conceived by the child born from the corpse of the God Group.
The combination formed the most extreme yin and yang, life and death evil.
The Yin-Yang fish rotated like a black and white millstone, and all the bullets shot at Tang Song turned into metal dust.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Kane and several of his men rushed into the base on the Black Magic Skateboards, and they threw the machine guns and small missiles on the Black Magic Skateboards out without any cost.
The soldiers in the base were defeated one after another!
At this time, Tang Song grabbed a thin middle-aged man with a bald head and wearing a white protective suit.
"Are you the leadership of this base?"
The researcher looked at Tang Song, who was strolling leisurely in the garden, and said bitterly:
“I can’t say I’m in the leadership.” The researcher shook his head and said, “I’m just responsible for proposing experimental plans and leading the research team to overcome difficulties.”
Tang Song looked at his half-bald head with an expression that was exactly what I expected.
The researchers' expressions became increasingly bitter.
"Where are all the Weapon X experiment records?"
"It's in the safe upstairs." The researcher lowered his head and said softly, "I don't know who you are, but no matter how powerful the force behind you is, it is impossible to go against the federal government."
"Really?!" Tang Song pointed at his forehead.
Bang!
A bloody hole was blown directly into the back of this researcher's head.
In a closed room upstairs, Tang Song split the alloy door in half with a single move of his hand, revealing the space inside.
The research data accumulated over the years from the Weapon X Project filled dozens of shelves in the archive warehouse.
In order to avoid possible electronic intrusions, William Stryker was extremely cautious and required that all information be recorded on paper. Only a very special part of the intelligence could be stored on a hard drive in an internal system that was not physically connected to the outside world.
Tang Song stood in the middle of the filing room, slowly flipping through the confidential documents and commenting on the contents.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is really interesting. Judging from the flow of funds to this military base, not only is the federal government supporting the Weapon X program, but there is also continued funding from interest groups such as the military-industrial complex and pharmaceutical giants. I guess they have gained some benefits from the mutant genes."
This sentence sounds light and weightless, but the content behind it is enough to make people horrified and shocked.
Brainwash mutants with powerful superpowers to turn them into absolutely loyal and perfect soldiers.
Collect mutant cells, clone them, and create humanoid weapons.
Conduct long-term cancer-causing radiation on mutants with self-healing abilities to observe the effects and develop effective anti-cancer drugs.
This is just the tip of the iceberg, there are many more horrifying taboo experiments...
The Weapon X program, which has lasted for decades, is no longer aimed at keeping the Soviets and domestic mutants at bay.
In pursuit of breakthrough results, General William Stryker had long abandoned his military honor and conscience. He did not care no matter how despicable or dirty the behavior was, even if it involved leading beasts to eat humans.
No wonder the researcher warned Tang Song that even a powerful force did not have the power to uncover the secret.
The interests of too many people are involved here. If they unite, they are enough to subvert half of the federation. Among them, Tang Song saw the name of the Osborne Group prominently listed.
"Hey, give Professor X and Magneto something to do!"
Take the Osborne Group page off.
Tang Song took photos of the data about the experimental projects.
William Stryker was running away. This general, who had just been promoted and was full of high spirits, seemed like he was being chased by a dog.
He was familiar with every corner and every passage here, so he walked quickly.
Along the way, federal soldiers organized into small teams kept running by, fully armed and determined.
For a long time, William Stryker has been brainwashing his soldiers with slogans such as "Mutants and humans are two species, and the contradiction between the two is irreconcilable", trying to completely eliminate these soldiers' kindness towards the mutant community, as well as any possible conscience.
I have to say, he succeeded.
The brainwashed federal soldiers can pull the trigger on innocent mutant children without hesitation, and can drag mutant corpses into the laboratory with a calm expression.
These soldiers would even secretly sneak into the underground prison and lynch the mutants wearing collars. In William Stryker's eyes, these things were not a big deal and he could just turn a blind eye.
Mutants are not humans, they are monsters, livestock, and lab rats. The purpose of their existence is to make normal people's lives better.
General William Stryker told himself so for decades.
“Shoot! Shoot!”
The soldiers' shouts were heard from the corridor behind, followed by continuous gunfire.
However, the gunshots only lasted for a while before stopping, leaving only the alarm bells still ringing noisily.
William Stryker didn't want to imagine what happened to the soldiers, so he lowered his head and ran wildly, bypassing one fork after another and rushing towards the laboratory on the lowest floor.
"Fortunately, I still have a trump card!"
William Stryker raised a sinister smile on his face. He quickly pressed his palm on the palm print device in front of the heavy metal door, anxiously waiting for the closed door to slowly open.
The screams behind him were getting closer and closer. William Stryker hurriedly squeezed through the door and went straight to the central control console of the laboratory.
The researchers who stayed behind looked confused. They asked anxiously in their white coats, "General, what's going on outside?"
"Get out of the way!" Stryker yelled, roughly pushing away a researcher who was blocking his way, rushed to the control panel, lifted the glass cover desperately, and slammed a scarlet button.
Everyone in the lab suddenly changed color. The doctor who was pushed to the ground struggled to get up. Regardless of the difference in status, he shouted loudly: "Oh my God, what are you doing?!"
"I'm trying to save this." William Stryker said coldly, "No matter what, we can't let anyone leak the information about the X weapon program."
The old and dignified man straightened his cuffs, patted the dust on his collar, and said calmly: "I would rather die than take the risk of the secret being leaked.
Neither Washington, the military, nor the capitalists are willing to bear the infamy of conducting long-term human experiments on mutants.
If a threat occurs, the base director will activate the ultimate contingency plan. This kind of thing was already agreed upon before I established the X weapon program."
"... ..." The doctor was stunned. He raised his head and listened to the mechanical electronic sound coming from the laboratory dome radio. "The final plan requires identity confirmation."
"William Stryker." The newly promoted general exhaled and said loudly: "Confirm and execute the final plan."
"Identity confirmed." The mechanical electronic voice said dully: "Final plan: The internal blasting system of the dam is online, and all vertical shafts leading to the surface are closed."
This military base was built under the dam. As the final emergency plan was activated, the vertical shaft passage was closed and the explosives buried deep in the dam exploded at the same time. Tens of millions of tons of flood water poured down, completely isolating the military base from the outside world.
Despite being mentally prepared, the researchers in the laboratory still couldn't help trembling. They stared silently at the thick alloy isolation door that was closing automatically.
The door is made of protective titanium alloy, 50 centimeters thick, and can almost withstand the strongest explosion. The supporting wall is also made of high-strength concrete with a thickness of 2 meters.
"Is there any information on adamantium?"
Tang Song looked through all the information on Weapon X, but did not find any information on adamantium. With a thought, his spiritual awareness covered him and he found the location of William Stryker.
Tang Song walked to the end of the room with a cane.
Tap, tap, tap, the sound of the cane tapping the ground was crisp but struck like a war drum in the hearts of everyone in the room.
William Stryker's face was a little stiff. The Asian girl who had been standing behind him, like a transparent little girl, walked to the door.
His hands seemed like silver liquid, with two silver spikes extending from them.
Tang Song looked at the door in front of him, an extremely heavy security door made entirely of protective titanium alloy. Even if it was bombarded head-on by a main battle tank, it would take a very long time to dismantle it.
Tang Song chuckled, clenched his fist, and punched forward.
A teeth-grinding sound of metal bending was heard, and fist marks were visibly visible on the safety door made of protective titanium alloy, with the entire door dented slightly towards the center.
Boom! Another punch tore the door apart, and the Asian girl behind the door was thrown against the back wall of the laboratory.
"Hello, General William Stryker!" Tang Song walked into the safe house with a cane and smiled at the old man in general's uniform:
"Give my regards to Mr. President!"
... ... ... ..
The explosives buried in the dam were detonated, and billions of tons of flood water destroyed the entire dam.
The mutant experimental base, the dam, the forest, all turned into a vast ocean.
"Go back and have someone send the experimental video materials of Weapon X to Magneto. Look for those sponsors and see if there are any who are against us and send them to them as well. By the way, post it online and short their stocks!"
There were only Kane and Tang Song on the plane, and the other was a pilot. As for the members of the Card Soldier Squad, they took the spoils by land.
Among these trophies were the experimenters in the base and the mutants captured by William Stryker.
Half an hour later, several military helicopters hovered over the forest.
“Is there a flood here?”
A black man in the uniform of a Union Army colonel was looking at the flooded scene with a military telescope.
"Sir, Base X has been destroyed. The current situation is unclear. We need to mobilize nearby detection satellites and monitoring information to confirm!"
"I will give you authorization immediately. Base X is related to the military secrets of the Ministry of National Defense. It must not be leaked. If necessary, it can be destroyed a second time!"
In the Pentagon, the gray-haired lieutenant general looked very unhappy. The Weapon X program involved too many things and had too bad an impact.
It’s a good thing William Stryker is not dead. If he were dead, he would be the only one to take the blame!
The news must be blocked!
"Connect me to the Internet regulatory department!" The lieutenant general picked up the red phone on the oak table.
… …
Wade Wilson, or Deadpool, was wearing a black and red bodysuit, lying on the sofa in a run-down apartment, watching the evening news on TV.
He cursed all the time, and the dirty words that came out of his mouth that needed to be censored were more than normal words in a sentence.
"A meteor fell into a forest in the small town of Monga, causing the forest to be completely burned down. A fifty-year-old dam was destroyed by the meteor..."
The female anchor reporting the evening news on TV had a pretty face and blonde hair that languidly fell on her shoulders. Her ordinary professional attire stuck to her body, outlining an exaggerated curve that other working women did not have.
Deadpool yawned, took out a samurai sword from his back, and scratched his butt crack with the wooden scabbard, "So boring..."
As a nosy, gossipy bitch, Deadpool is in a very common situation of emptiness, with no one to chop, no money to make, and no girls to pick up.
To him, a stable and uneventful life is like a pool of stagnant water of despair. Excitement and chaos, blood and smoke are all that this mercenary pursues.
So he stood up from the sofa.
Deadpool let out a breath and stared at the mirror under his tights. His body was not very big but had clear muscles and terrible explosive power.
ever,
Two samurai swords were unsheathed, and the sharp blades reflected a warm and cold light like a green pond in the moonlight. The straight blood grooves on them were like a pair of grinning lips, trying to lick the blood tonight.
Deadpool closed the curtains, and with a clang, he pressed the two samurai swords on the beige mottled curtain fabric, and sat down in front of the computer desk where instant noodles and cigarette butts were placed.
Turn on the power, plug in your headphones, and browse the web.
Deadpool is a warrior. He has a pair of warrior hands, and these calloused hands will listen to the wails of countless lives tonight.
A stack of paper rolls was placed on the left side of the keyboard, like a silent and solemn tombstone, about to witness the brilliant fireworks-like brilliance of the moment when life passed away.
Unfortunately, this quiet night was interrupted.
The sound of fighting was heard from the rooftop of the dilapidated apartment building.
This is normal. New York is a big city with countless anomalies lurking here.
Those extraordinary people with supernatural powers often get into inexplicable battles, on secluded rooftops, in the streets, and in the downtown area. New Yorkers have long been accustomed to this noisy and exaggerated life, and so is Deadpool.
So he turned the volume button of his headphones to the maximum, trying to eliminate the noise and immerse himself in his own battle.
However, the fight on the rooftop continued, and the sound of gunfire rang out like firecrackers, covering up the beautiful music in the headphones.
Deadpool, angry.
He picked up the mouse and clicked it to temporarily stop the paid movie on the computer so as not to miss any exciting scenes.
He was going to check the situation on the rooftop. If it was not important, he would chop those who disturbed his interest into useless parts that could not be processed any further.
With the blade behind his back and the gun at his waist, Deadpool zipped up his pants.
Step, step, step.
Footsteps sounded in the lonely staircase. Deadpool kicked open the iron door of the rooftop and shouted, "You damn stinky idiots, don't you know how to restrain yourself at night? Do you know the law against nuisance?! I'll fuck your blood..."
The speech was suddenly cut off.
Because there was a battle going on on the rooftop, Deadpool happened to know them all.
One of the young men was a little thin, wearing a red and blue tights decorated with white spider web patterns. Sticky spider-like threads spurted out from his wrists, and his body moved flexibly and lightly.
The other one was a blind man holding a cane.
The two competitors stopped at the same time after Deadpool roared.
… … …
Pentagon, Office of the Secretary of Defense
The beautiful secretary held the warm coffee and put it in her mouth to test the temperature.
Mr. Raman looked up at the ceiling above his head, took a deep breath and shuddered, and the door of the minister's office was pushed open roughly.
A major rushed in without regard for status and placed the tablet in his hand on Raman's desk.
"Sir, I think you should take a look at this."
On the tablet screen is a personal live broadcast platform called Facebook.live.
The man broadcasting the live broadcast on the screen was a Union Army Major General named William Stryker.
Minister Raman really took a deep breath this time...
The so-called PC, the abbreviation of Political ess, is also the political correctness often mentioned in the federal government.
Originally a federal judicial concept in the 19th century, however, over time,
Political correctness can become a language that is consistent with overwhelming public opinion or customs.
For example, in the federal government, black people cannot be called black people directly, they must be called "African residents". Old men cannot be called old men, they must be called "male homosexuals".
As time goes by, the power of political correctness becomes stronger and stronger, and the entire European and American society is covered by the atmosphere of political correctness from top to bottom.
Don't discriminate against LGBT, don't discriminate against black people, don't discriminate against animal protection organizations, don't discriminate against obese people, don't discriminate against Mexicans, don't discriminate against country people, don't discriminate against women, don't discriminate against low-income people...
These "prohibitions" as social unwritten rules and basic morals have expanded excessively and gradually evolved into the weird PC situation in European and American countries.
If a vicious criminal is black, any action by a white police officer to harm him would be considered discrimination against blacks.
If a European or American company refuses to hire a pregnant woman, then regardless of whether the pregnant woman has the relevant work ability, the company will be considered to discriminate against women.
If a European or American senator is gay, no matter how decadent his private life is or how naive his political views are, any accusation against him will be considered homophobia.
Not only that, universities need to lower the admission scores for candidates of other skin colors to achieve "fairness", and Hollywood movies must include black characters to avoid being accused of discrimination.
Even in the stage version of Harry Potter, the role of Hermione needs to be played by a black actress.
The original author JK also made a special post praising this "non-discrimination" behavior and accusing the protesters of "racial discrimination."
In this atmosphere, no one can be immune.
It was in this context that a live broadcast on Facebook set off a big show!
Mobile phones, computers, televisions, as long as these electronic devices are connected to the Internet, they will be hijacked by the virus code after a series of rapid vibrations, and forced to watch William Stryker's live broadcast.
In New York's Times Square, the Champs Elysees, and the streets of Shibuya in Tokyo, every large electronic billboard is printed with William Stryker's old face.
At this moment, he is the focus of global attention.
What's going on? What happened
People full of doubts stopped what they were doing and looked up at the electronic screens, hoping to get answers.
"Hello, people of the world."
William Stryker was bathed in the lights of the makeshift studio and said expressionlessly: "My name is William Stryker, Major General of the Federal Army, and the executor of the X-weapon program!"
Weapon X Program. Most ordinary people are confused about the so-called Weapon X Program.
At this time in the Pentagon, a senior bureaucrat in a suit and tie was standing in the corridor in the middle of the office floor, shouting loudly, directing intelligence personnel to immediately deal with current emergencies.
All official intelligence agencies throughout the Federation were mobilized, with employees assigned clear responsibilities.
They may call the network provider to find out the situation, trace the signal back to try to find the exact location of the live broadcast, or try to brute-force disconnect most mobile devices from the network.
In the intelligence agencies, whether they were electronic technology security consultants who graduated from prestigious colleges and had a good family background, or "hired" hackers who had worked their way up the ladder and were proficient in network-level port scanning, streamer intrusion, Dos attacks, and ARP spoofing, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they tried their best to play music on the keyboard, trying to stop this live broadcast that had an unprecedented number of viewers.
"The federal government pays you a high salary every month, helps you offset your past criminal records, and keeps you from being picked up by strong men in prison, just to let you fail at this critical moment?"
The senior bureaucrat stood in the middle of the aisle and shouted at the top of his lungs:
No one answered. The hacker workers who were buried in front of the computer screens roamed in the world of code, trying to find the slightest clue from it.
“Is there any way to shut down the live broadcast?” the bureaucrat asked in an extremely cold tone, making one suspect that if the other party’s answer was slightly off, he would kill them. “Give us your assessment, even if it means blowing up the network provider’s server.”
Faced with the risk of losing his job, the head of the network technology team gritted his teeth and said, "The other party's program is far ahead of ours. From personal information terminals, network operators, and even countless artificial satellites in space, they have all been occupied and captured.
It would take at least thirty minutes of work to cut off the live broadcast... "
"Thirty minutes!?"
The bureaucrat slammed his fist on the desk, and blood seeped out from the cracks on the surface of his skin.
However, at this time, William Stryker recited the lines word for word according to the script given to him by Tang Song with an expressionless face.
"The so-called Weapon X program can be traced back to thirty years ago.
The main purpose is to develop super soldiers who can use super powers to prevent threats from the Soviet Union and possible social problems of mutants in the country. "
As the leader of the Weapon X program, I opened a military base in Maine, where I conducted various experiments related to mutants. "
William Stryker took out a stack of documents, slowly spread them out in front of the camera, and said calmly:
"At that time, the federal government established the Mutant Affairs Bureau in order to control the mutant population, and instructed the media to release news about the establishment of the Mutant Affairs Bureau throughout the federation.
Some ignorant parents, after their children awaken their special powers and become mutants, stubbornly believe that this is a "disease" that needs to be treated.
They called the Mutant Affairs Administration, and in ten minutes or so, fully armed soldiers would break into homes and take away children who had just awakened their superpowers.
The leaders of the Mutant Affairs Bureau said to the parents in a serious tone:
"Don't worry, we will cure your child. It won't be long before your child becomes a normal person and can integrate into our society."
However, this is a lie.
The kidnapped children would be taken to the base of the Weapon X program and locked up in cramped cells. Any resistance would result in a severe beating.
Mutants are a disease, and diseases need to be cured.
Researchers repeated this statement while conducting various human experiments on mutant children.
Live dissection to see the differences between mutants' internal organs and those of normal people.
Clone and replicate to obtain the most perfect super-powered soldier.
They even injected anthrax, cholera, and smallpox toxins into mutants, trying to obtain biological agents that could cause widespread destruction of the mutant population.
"However, as the experiment progressed, the mutant children were soon 'exhausted'. In order to obtain fresher experimental materials, I instructed the Mutant Affairs Bureau to kidnap the mutants abandoned by society, and at the same time, I began to train them myself."
William Stryker took out a stack of experimental records with an expressionless face and spread them out in front of the camera.
There were many photos pasted in those documents, most of which were of young girls with big bellies and wearing loose clothes.
"They are mutant girls collected from all over the Federation."
"In the Weapon X program, they were called EVAs."
"Once these mutant girls are over 14 years old, they will be forced to undergo artificial insemination. After ten months of pregnancy, their children will be forcibly taken away and placed in an isolated nursery for decades of observation and experimentation."
"They will be artificially inseminated continuously, at a rate of one child per year, to provide a steady supply of 'experimental material' for the Weapon X program."
A black and white photo is placed in front of the camera.
It was a spacious underground cemetery with two rows of glass columns on both sides.
Countless pale and skinny female mutant corpses floated in a row of glass cylinders, their bellies covered with spider-web-like marks of caesarean sections.
In the glass cylinder on the other side are the babies who died from mutant experiments."
A military program under the Pentagon can actually carry out brutal persecution of federal citizens over a period of decades.
If the Watergate scandal was at most a scandal caused by a certain powerful person and his minions, then the Weapon X program revealed by William Stryker was aimed directly at the entire federal military and even the entire federal government.
Especially the list of commercial companies that William Stryker provided that sponsored the program.
New York Pharmaceuticals, Life Regeneration Foundation.
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For a moment, the entire federation was in an uproar.
Mutants are humans first, and mutants second!
The death of a rabbit makes the fox mourn, killing someone is heartbreaking!
The reason why mutants are discriminated against and even hostile is because they are inherently different from them.
This difference is extremely profound, transcending differences in skin color, religion, race, gender, sexual orientation, political views, region, and culture.
But they are also human beings, when William Stryker produced evidence one by one to prove their persecution of mutants.
The entire federation, no, the entire human world is in an uproar!
There are some things that you can do but cannot say!
"Mutant genes are divided into recessive and dominant types. More than two-thirds of the world's population has the recessive X gene, so we conducted experiments on ordinary people to induce this gene..."
... ... ...
Pentagon
The Minister of Defense was called out from his bed, no, from his office, while he scanned the paper files at a glance.
"Mutant Affairs Administration... Human experimentation... Artificial insemination..."
"Where is the president?" the Secretary of Defense asked with difficulty.
"In the tactical command room of the underground fortifications." The President's Secretary General said with a straight face: "No one has prepared for this emergency. What if William Stryker leaked all these documents!
!
Defense Minister Raman said in a deep voice: "The Weapon X program has been going on for thirty years. During this period, how many owners of the White House have changed? How many waves of bureaucrats have changed in the Pentagon? How many dignitaries know about it but don't say it?"
"SHIELD and the FBI are trying to interrupt the live broadcast, but there is little hope," the Secretary General said softly, "The President knows very little about the Weapon X program. He has just taken office and is innocent."
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Tactical command room in the White House underground fortification
The big screen inside the door was projecting William Stryker's face. The bigwigs who really decided the direction of the country were arguing, shouting, and arguing, and could not come up with a clear idea.
"In order to calm the impact of this incident, we need someone with enough weight to take the blame!"
Francis Underwood, the newly elected president of the Federation, looked at his staff:
"The public needs an explanation, and we need someone of sufficient weight to give it!"
Looking at the President's gaze, a number of senior White House officials lowered their heads.
Obviously no one wants to take the blame.
Our President glanced at this group of aides, but he had already made up his mind.
"I'm sorry, Raman!"
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"Over the past thirty years, I have led my team to conduct a total of 368 experimental projects, 2,134 babies were born through artificial insemination, and 3,180 records were destroyed."
Every year, the Weapon X program receives funding from the Department of Defense and external sources.
Mutants with various abilities have extremely high scientific research value. Whether in the creation of super soldiers or in the medical field, they can be used."
"I am a Federation man, a Federation general, and a demon in the eyes of the mutants I have hurt. I am guilty!"
William Stryker had a military dagger in his hand and he slowly and forcefully cut his throat in front of the camera!
Blood splattered everywhere!
William Stryker was like a chicken with its throat cut. He flapped his arms and legs in a pool of blood and lost his voice!
Everyone watching the live broadcast was silent, looking at the figure in a pool of blood.