Chapter 126 The Germination of Mutant Special Forces
On a candlestick with a thick arm, the flames automatically ignite without wind.
James put down the leather roll in his hand, closed his eyes, and the life energy in his body swelled slightly. He manipulated the blood-red energy flame flow to carve an upward arrow symbol in the flesh on the back of his right hand.
Tiwaz, represents wisdom, immortality, victory and other meanings.
Looked at it in silence for a moment, the runes formed by the flaming red energy lines did not respond except for the slight red fluorescence, no pain or itching, and no body feeling or change at all.
James has recently studied the various knowledge related to magical powers recorded in the Kama Taj Sanctuary, and has accepted that his own life energy is not suitable for building mana material forms out of thin air like the mystics here.
The way he came up with was to refer to the way that Asgardian rune magic can be attached to objects to give a certain amount of divine power, using his living flesh and blood as life energy to build new power—
Cornerstone.
Washington, White House Presidential Rotunda.
John Kennedy looked at his youngest son who was crouching and hiding by the "Perseverance" table, and pretended not to see his hiding, allowing him to sneak past his feet and get under the desk presented by the Queen of England.
Little John II pushed open the baffle under the desk, which was extra built by President Roosevelt to cover his disabled legs when he was there, but it was a pity that he passed away unexpectedly just after using it for more than 70 days.
The youngest son of the president is less than two years old, and his small feet are not as big as Kennedy's palm. He looked at the "Awakening Plan" proposal in front of him, resisted the subconsciousness of trying to caress his side ribs, and bit his lip.
After a while, Mr. President finally picked up the phone.
"Miller, get me the person in charge of the Mutation Force Research Department of S.H.I.E.L.D. Is his name Hals? Yes, that's it."
Snapped!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of leather boots knocking together, Major William Stryker saluted Charles seriously.
"Professor Xavier, it's an honor to work with you. I have never had the opportunity to receive a comprehensive higher education. I admire knowledgeable people the most."
Charles looked at the enthusiastic and humble Major Strike, and waved his hands in self-effacement.
When he knew that there would be a special commander who had returned from the Vietnam War Zone to join the Mutation Force R&D Department, he was worried that the military school officers would be particularly difficult to deal with, and he was ready to deal with the "big soldiers".
"Major Stryker, please don't be so polite. We are all researchers and recruiting participants from the society. We have various professional backgrounds, but no one has received military training. I don't know what your purpose is to join"
Major William Stryker’s face was full of sunshine. He sat on the swivel chair in a regular manner beside him. Hank, who was eagerly looking forward, nodded and smiled, beckoning Charles to sit down, and said kindly:
"Professor Xavier, I have already communicated with Minister Michael Hals, and if my homework preparation is correct, your team hopes to form a mutant squad to use these magical mutant powers to do something for the American people Good thing?"
Seeing Charles folded his arms and nodded with a smile, Major Stryker straightened his military cap. Everything inside was normal, and he said more confidently:
"It is precisely for this beautiful vision that I joined! I have rich experience in commanding special teams, and I am also good at training and tapping the strengths and potentials of team members. Look—"
Strike opened the files of the existing mutant participants, pulled out the Darwin page and continued.
"This Mr. Armando Muñoz, his ability is called 'survival of the fittest', as you can imagine, he can easily enter the most dangerous fire scene to rescue the trapped people, and the 'sea monster' Sean Mr. Cassidy, his sonic power will work wonders on local battlefields!"
"Professor Xavier, when I was in the Vietnam War Zone, I met strange people in the Vietnamese army. The future special operations mode will definitely be dominated by special operations teams composed of mutants. They can not only serve citizens at the social level For the benefit, and become a fighting hero of the United States!"
"Just call me Charles."
Charles pursed his lips, first said a polite sentence, and was not in a hurry to answer, his eyes were slightly lowered and he was thinking slowly.
It has to be said that Major Stryker’s words touched his itching spot. It is Charles Xavier’s deep-rooted vision and his vision to lead and shape mutants, a racial group born out of nowhere, into America’s “heroes”. The best development direction for mutants imaginable.
However, Charles still resisted letting these partners involved in mutation research and development go to the battlefield. They were just ordinary people doing simple jobs, and Sean Cassidy was even a big kid who had just graduated from high school.
The tragic situation in the Vietnam War Zone and the various crises on the battlefield should not be allowed to bear.
Major Stryker looked at the "Master of Mind" who was silently pondering and hesitating, and suddenly felt a little proud in his heart. It turned out that he could "read" his thoughts.
Hurriedly restraining his spirit, Mr. Major continued to focus on throwing out the draft that had been prepared.
"Charles, what I said just now is just an analogy. For ordinary American citizens like 'Angel', 'Kraken', etc., I suggest that we should focus on social services, and use their abilities to do what we can. things."
Charles nodded frequently, and was about to ask something, Major Stryker immediately resolved his few remaining doubts.
"I have already reported to the bureau this time. If they are willing to join this team, they will temporarily receive a salary of 350 US dollars per month and the corresponding benefits of the secret service operators of SHIELD. I understand Living the working and living conditions of these people, if you can have such an income”
Professor Charles Xavier has never suffered from lack of money since he was a child. Although Xavier's family has long since lost the factory and land of the past, the huge assets left by his ancestors, with the continuous rolling and expansion of the trust fund every year, in New York is still considered the richest.
But he is also very clear that the current average annual income of American citizens does not exceed 1,900 US dollars, and New York will be higher, but it will not exceed 2,300 US dollars. This income can save Darwin from running around every day. Every corner of New York.
It is more able to let the "angel" get rid of the original art work
America is a place where people can pursue their dreams!
Charles became more and more convinced.
"Ahem, Charles?"
Major Stryker paused for breath, watching the professor exchange eyes with the thin researcher named McCoy, and seemed to have other thoughts.
"Major, you have great news and plans, I think Sean and the others will be happy to—"
"Also, there is also my major, I would like to ask if I join this team, can I receive an extra salary in addition to the researcher's salary."
Hank McCoy finally couldn't help but interjected, but his voice gradually became weaker, as if he lacked confidence.
William Stryker nodded with a smile, looking extraordinarily reassuring, fully demonstrating the side that gives the players support and backbone on the tough battlefield.
With Edgar Hoover as the executive director of SHIELD, this salary budget can be easily approved, and it is not a problem at all.
"Professor Charles, there is another idea that needs your help."
Taking advantage of the smooth progress of the speech, Major Stryker finally said:
"The thing about mutant special forces. That's it. There are currently nearly two million troops in various arms in the United States. There must be some mutant brothers among them. However, due to the current social vision and other problems, they can only carefully hide themselves. my secret, you see."
Charles frowned imperceptibly. This Major Stryker seems to value merit very much, and what he means is that he wants to identify hidden mutant soldiers from the US military.
He thought a little, and "looked" into the mind of the eloquent Mr. Major.
". This idea has been submitted for approval. I hope that these uniquely talented fighters will be gathered together. They will improve their ranks and treatment, form a special combat team, and gain honor for the United States on more important battlefields!"
The back of Major Stryker's head vibrated twice slightly. Relying on the thinking reflex that he has been training recently, he continued to silently read what he just said in his mouth, watching his nose and nose and heart.
The biggest test of my task has finally arrived.
After a while, the trembling at the back of his head finally stopped. Major Stryker swallowed subconsciously. The modified military cap was airtight, and a lot of sweat had already leaked from his scalp.
Professor Charles Xavier, the spiritual master who can see through the heart and control the will, still stared at his eyes silently, with a complicated but firm expression, finally said:
"I hope they will win more victories for the United States under the leadership of Mr. Major!"
The two hands were clasped together. Major Stryker finally couldn't restrain his excitement. He shook Charles' hand vigorously. He laughed heartily and saw his titular immediate boss, Minister Michael Hals, leave. Come in, stop your voice immediately, stand at attention and salute.
"Mr. Major, don't you need to salute me, Charles? Come with me, please."
Minister Hals has lost a lot of weight recently, largely due to Edgar Hoover's attack on the Department of Mutant Forces in the Bureau, and the "awakening plan" that is almost equivalent to the extreme racial remarks of Naxie. "proposal.
"By the way, Mike, this Major Stryker."
Charles first vaguely mentioned the situation of the major. He only looked at Stryker's surface consciousness superficially, and did not go deep into his memory.
Hals waved his fat hands and said casually:
"He was appointed by the military after I proposed to the superior. He has a simple and clean background. He is a guy who is keen on meritorious service. There is a very important thing—"
Looking at the chubby Mr. Minister with a particularly dignified expression, Charles just couldn't help but want to "see" what he was going to say, only to hear Hals say with suppressed excitement:
"Mr. President wants to see you."
(end of this chapter)