Chapter 136 Come out, Mr. President
Night, no wind and no moon.
A secret FBI training base on the outskirts of New York.
"Gentlemen! Take it easy."
Major William Stryker looked at the six newly formed mutant special forces in front of him. Their body shapes and skin colors were very different, and they were not well-trained, but at least they could obey orders.
More than 150 mutant soldiers mobilized from the American army under various names, most of them are very young, and they are at the rank of private soldiers or even recruits.
The youngest of the seven, Chris Bradley, a former communications company recruit from the 38th Corps of the American Army, was just eighteen years old.
He barely reached the minimum military inspection height line, standing beside Fred Dukes who was more than two meters tall and like an iron tower, like a kid who just went out to buy milk by himself.
The appearance of the vast majority of them looks no different from ordinary people. Mutants with excessive physical mutations are impossible to pass the physical examination for enlisting in the army. They are often treated as deformed children and hide in every corner of society.
To Major Stryker's disappointment, there were very few mutants with truly powerful fighting talents.
More than 80% of the mutation abilities of these mutant soldiers are useless. Some have a powerful stomach that can digest substances such as stones and even metals. Some have eyesight or hearing several times stronger than ordinary people, and some can talk to birds.
What disgusts him the most is that there is a kid from New Jersey who can emit poisonous breath or fart.
Don’t talk about the mutants who are secretly recorded in S.H.I.E.L.D., code-named “Magneto King” and “White Queen” just by peeping at a corner of the information, and they can deduce their powerful power.
Even there are very few mutant soldiers who have reached the level of the kids in Professor Charles' "X-Men".
But after today's mission is completed, the mutants in the United States and even the world will be under the control of Director Hoover. Only then will they have the real capital to face the behemoths under the deep sea.
"Today is the first and most important mission of Special Forces X, John Adams!"
"arrive!"
A thin young black soldier with a round face stood at attention and saluted. Major Stryker came over and handed him a metal tube.
Immediately, the suspension propellers of the AH-1 Cobra helicopter gunship on the training ground slowly turned, and soon a strong wind was blown, which made everyone's hats raised high.
"Aboard!"
Following Major Stryker's order, the members of the X Special Forces filed forward one by one, and the direction the helicopter flew was the position of the SHIELD mutant force station.
"Hank, go back first, I'll 'watch' for a while."
Charles Xavier took the brain wave device and scribbled a sentence to Hank. Since he finally thought of the name in the morning, he has been guarding the brain wave room.
"I won't go, you won't tell me what you're looking for, and you won't take off the brain wave helmet, I can't let you stay here alone!"
Hank McCoy gritted his teeth, looking at the console of the brain wave instrument, pondering something in his mind. As soon as he got up, he heard Charles whisper with his eyes closed:
"You know I won't let you do that. If you want to stay, just stay and don't tell you what I'm doing. It's really for your own good."
Charles knew that Hank wanted to forcibly turn off the brain wave device, so he ignored it after leaving a word. The corners of his mouth were pulled down, his brows were knit together, and his face was never colder than before, even a bit cruel.
The gentle and gentle professor has always been law-abiding, but what he is thinking about now is how to manipulate the White House Secret Service to open the underground anti-nuclear bunker, rush in and pull the **** helmet off President Johnson's head!
After Kennedy was shot, among the people who may know the truth and be alive, there must be the former Vice President Lyndon Johnson who had just been sworn in, although this is too subjective a conspiracy theory.
But all the people related to the assassination incident were apparently quickly eliminated by a powerful organization with all hands and eyes.
This proves that the shooting and assassination could not be what the current news said, because they were dissatisfied with the extreme racists who were dissatisfied with President Kennedy's support for the black activist Dr. Luther.
There must be elements of political conspiracy in all of this, and Vice President Johnson has always been at odds with Kennedy, and during this midterm campaign, the President almost stated that he would replace a new deputy.
Even if Johnson is not the mastermind, as the person with the most motivation and the greatest benefit, he must know something.
But since Charles started the search with telepathy, no Johnson's brain waves have appeared in the White House, Congress, or anywhere the president may be.
Through the detection of the consciousness of the White House staff, Charles finally knew that Mr. President "coincidentally" entered the underground nuclear explosion-proof bunker known as the White House bunker, and conducted a so-called safety exercise test.
Judging from the detection of brainwaves, either this bunker also has the defensive effect of shielding telepathy, or this Mr. President has already worn that kind of helmet.
If he is not alone in it, then all the people inside must take measures to shield their telepathy.
"Hehehehe, Mr. President, it seems that you have thought of every step. I would like to see how long you can hide!"
Charles’ lips moved silently, while in front of the White House bunker thousands of miles away, a middle-aged secret service security guard with a weathered complexion leaned against the superalloy explosion-proof door of the bunker and whispered these words.
After a while, the sound of rustling footsteps came from behind the secret service guard in a black suit.
More and more White House Secret Service members, secretaries, generals, and even cleaning staff, men and women, old and young, black and white, all gathered in the narrow corridor door of the bunker.
"Mr. President? Mr. President? Come out, come out."
"God! God! Edgar, did you see it? Did you see it? God **** it."
In the White House bunker, President Lyndon Johnson clutched the special shielding helmet he hated for many days with both hands. He looked at the monitor screen in the bunker, which was clearly feeding back the scene in front of the bunker gate.
Although the current technology can only see black-and-white images for the time being, the dull eyes and weird smiles of these people, especially through the wriggling lips, Mr. President has already read their repeated words.
Johnson was already so weak that he couldn't stand up straight, and he was half kneeling on the display stand, propping his fat body on his elbows and yelling and cursing indiscriminately.
In the entire bunker, only Edgar Hoover accompanied the president, also wearing a shield helmet. His condition seemed to be much better, but his pupils were also constricted extremely solemnly, and the right half of his face was changing crazily under the cover of the helmet. All kinds of frightened expressions.
"call"
Hoover took a deep breath. Fortunately, he came in in time. If it was a fluke, even wearing a helmet would be useless. This professor would definitely control others to remove the helmet, and then control President Johnson.
As for himself, Hoover thought the naive professor hadn't realized who it was that had been spinning the web behind the scenes.
He just got on the right track.
"Don't worry sir, the bunker can only be opened from the inside, he must be searching around for someone who might know how to open it, even if he is completely crazy, digging out the bunker with huge manpower and material resources, or even destroying it forcibly, hehe, this is a nuclear explosion-proof fortress."
President Johnson obviously looked much better. He glanced at Hoover through the hole in the T-shaped helmet. Seeing that he didn't pay attention to his embarrassment, he coughed twice and stood up shaking, tidying up his messy clothes. collar.
"See, Mr. President, once mutants become enemies of ordinary humans, it will be terrifying! If these 'creatures' are not completely wiped out! Then we must firmly control them."
Hoover seldom expresses his views so emotionally. Strictly speaking, it is almost impossible to see Hoover clearly expressing his thoughts.
But at this moment, he clenched his fists tightly, and the words he squeezed out through gritted teeth made Johnson shudder after hearing it.
". Bureau, Mr. Director, don't think about things so far away. Even if this Xavier can't open the bunker, we can't just hide in it and wait to die!"
"Hehehe, sir, it's almost time. My team should already be catching this 'big fish' that can't go anywhere."
Kuku Kuku
The gunship hovered on the roof of the S.H.I.E.L.D. apron. Major Stryker and his team members came down one by one and loudly arranged tactical tasks:
"Bradley! Use your ability to control that instrument first, make some short circuits or. In short, let the target be stunned by electric shock for a while, even for a second, John! You want to."
In the brain wave room, Hank McCoy observed the operation of the brain wave machine from time to time to ensure that the power of the machine was stable. Although he couldn't change Charles' mind and couldn't help him, at least he could do something within his power .
Beep! Beep!
"Um?"
Hank looked at the energy intensity meter of the electroencephalogram and jumped up abnormally, and immediately adjusted it in surprise. Charles had already felt the change, and cried out in pain:
"Hank! What's going on!"
Crackling!
Small currents and sparks erupted from the dashboard of the electroencephalogram, and before Hank could react, a puff of blue smoke burst out.
Charles Xavier, who was always wearing a brainwave helmet, was bombarded by overloaded brainwave energy and electric current, and immediately passed out with a scream.
Shua!
A black man wearing a special forces uniform teleported and flickered beside the slumped professor. Without hesitation, he plunged the metal syringe in his hand into Charles' neck and injected some kind of liquid.
"who are you!"
boom!
Hank roared and was about to rush forward, when the alloy door of the brain wave room was smashed open, and a man with short blond hair as tall as an iron tower smashed open the door with a punch.
"Major Stryker"
Hank looked at his acquaintance, Major William Stryker, who then walked in, and finally figured out something.
"Researcher McCoy, I haven't seen you for a few days. I'm here to see Mr. Professor."
The major took off his hat, tucked it under his armpit, raised his eyebrows with a sunny expression, and said to Hank with a smile, then nodded to signal, and the giant Hunk who broke into the door, Fred Dukes, walked up slowly, grinning Caught Hank.
Strike ignored the roar of Hank McCoy behind him, he walked up to Charles, patted the handsome face of Mr. Professor who was unconscious and limp,
His face was showing black and yellow veins, spreading all the way to his forehead.
"Bradley, don't stand still! Hurry up and fix this machine, Nord, John, you guys, hurry up and arrange things, we have to meet tomorrow-"
"New Guest".
(end of this chapter)