Chapter 909 What is courting death? !
Mutants are an excluded existence in the beautiful country's complex and diverse social structure.
No matter what skin color people are, they will use various reasons to hurt them.
Especially when children who cannot control their strength accidentally injure their loved ones and make irreversible mistakes.
In many places, if someone is found to have weird abilities, they will be immediately tied to a stake and burned to death.
And it is still in a modern civilized society.
Extreme oppression is bound to lead to extreme resistance. Every year, the beautiful country is in an uproar due to incidents of mutants killing and wounding people.
Especially under the deliberate promotion of some thoughtful people, it becomes even more troublesome for them to get along with normal humans.
But no matter what the group is, there will occasionally be a few outstanding figures.
In this generation, the two most powerful mutants are Charles, who has psychic abilities, and Max Eisenhardt, who can control magnetic fields.
It's just that the relationship between the two people is not good due to ideological factors, and they are even a bit incompatible.
Charles wants to return mutants to normal life, trying to use his influence to make ordinary people accept this group.
Marx was just the opposite.
Due to the tragic death of his wife and child, he became an extreme racist and believed in the principle of mutant supremacy. He had caused many sensational events, with countless victims and countless victims.
Neither of them could convince the other. After several battles, they completely parted ways and started working towards different goals.
3 p.m., Washington Street.
"Your Excellency Charles, it is an honor to meet you."
In an ordinary office, a man who was processing documents heard the door opening and immediately stood up and said.
"No, no, no, Mr. Yeshua, I should be the one who feels the honor."
Charles, who is thirty years old, still has very thick hair. His three-dimensional facial features and deep eyes make him look very charming. "Thank you for your support and giving those children a place to stay."
"Compared to your goals, these are just a piece of cake."
Yeshua smiled politely, then pointed to the chair opposite and said, "Please sit down. Do you want something to drink? Coffee or Coke?"
"Just plain water will be fine."
Charles said softly: "Did Mr. Yeshua encounter any difficulties in calling me in such a hurry?"
"We did encounter something, but we'll talk about that later."
Yeshua pushed up his glasses. Without his greeting, the secretary guarding the door had already gone to prepare drinks for the two of them. "Your Excellency has been committed to integrating mutants into society. This is actually a very good idea. As long as The people living in this country are all our compatriots, it’s just that God gave them something extra when he created them.”
"It's so exciting to hear you say that."
Charles took a deep breath, feeling a little excited despite his calmness.
After all, depending on the status of the person sitting in front of him, as long as he is really willing to help mutants, the current ostracized environment can be improved immediately.
"This is the reward you deserve after your hard work."
Yeshua took the coffee from his secretary, took a sip and said: "Next, I will let the newspaper focus on publishing the experiences of mutants, and also build several factories that only recruit mutant employees, so that they can Work normally and enjoy the life that every citizen has.”
Hearing this, the smile on Charles' face froze for a moment, but it quickly returned to its original state.
He is no longer the young boy he used to be. His past experiences have taught him that everything in this world is of equal value. Since the other party has made such a large investment, there must be a commensurate price waiting behind it.
Sure enough, Yeshua changed the subject. "Sir Charles, you know that I like to make friends very much, so I have created a small circle to facilitate everyone's communication. However, in a recent gathering, your compatriots used very bad means to massacre all my friends. I want you to find them and bring them here."
Upon hearing these words, the first thing that came to Charles' mind was his old enemy Marx.
Only he has such power, and only he has such motivation.
"Don't worry, Mr. Yeshua, I will do a good job in this matter."
"That's great. Then I'll wait for your good news, but don't take too long. My patience is limited and my time is limited. If you can't finish it, I will find another way."
Yeshua didn't say what would happen if the mission failed. Everyone was smart and there was no need to make the scene so ugly.
Charles nodded heavily.
Max, Max, for the sake of those children, for the future of mutants, don't blame me.
"Actually, we don't need to pay so much. That damn guy is just bluffing."
Next to the road in the town, Kent was still feeling heartache over the 10,000 US dollars he had just received.
"If it can reduce some trouble in the future, the money will be worth it."
Amber comforted her softly: "Afang has always wanted to eat barbecue in the town. Let's go buy some and then get together again tonight."
"Okay, all for Clark."
Kent nodded, not complaining.
To be honest, he didn't pay for the money. Now it's more about fighting an injustice.
Just as the two left the car and were about to walk to the restaurant, several police cars suddenly came from a distance, the tires rubbing against the ground, making a harsh sound, and a faint smell of burning appeared in the air.
"Hey, sir, we suspect you are related to a burglary case. Now please go back with us to assist in the investigation."
Two burly policemen got out of the car, one holding handcuffs and the other holding a gun, just stopping Amber.
"Hey! What do you mean, this is my friend, I can testify that he will never..."
Kend immediately got angry and shouted with a red face.
"Sir, you don't have the final say, everything is judged by the law and evidence."
The fat policeman pushed him away and looked down at Amber: "Don't let us use force, you will get hurt."
Amber looked at him expressionlessly, and after a few seconds, she nodded slowly.
"Kent, help me bring the barbecue back to the farm. I'll go back as soon as I'm done."
"Smart choice."
The fat policeman signaled his companion to handcuff him, and then pointed the gun at Kent, "Sir, please stop stopping us from performing our duties, otherwise I have the right to shoot directly to protect my personal safety."
Kent, who was originally filled with righteous indignation, calmed down immediately when he saw the black muzzle of the gun.
"Go back, you don't have to wait long."
Amber shook her head at him, "Think about Martha, don't be impulsive."