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"Hey!"

Karma Taj's spell training ground.

James looked suspiciously at the little mage apprentice squatting beside him. Xiao Li's round dark face was a little purple, and he even wondered if this kid was a little hypoxic on the plateau.

"I said, can you do it?"

The half-curved teleportation portal that had just been drawn in front of Xiao Li suddenly emitted a puff of blue smoke and dissipated. He held his left arm flat like petrified, with a hanging ring on his fingertips, and turned his head to look at James with a resentful expression.

"It's all your fault, whoosh, it almost made it!"

Knowing that James was leaving, the apprentice of the mage insisted on sending him himself, claiming that he had mastered the use of the suspension ring and was able to draw a space portal, but the distance between Karma Taj and the Holy of Holies in New York was extremely large, and his current half-baked level , is still choking.

James smiled embarrassingly, and argued:

"Isn't your move the foundation? I think it's a mage—"

"Wo isn't the best way to do it among mage apprentices!"

James turned his head and looked at a few young apprentices practicing basic magic gestures in the corner. The oldest of them was only twelve or thirteen years old. After thinking about the children's kindness, he didn't urge him anymore.

He quietly looked at Xiao Li's serious appearance, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

This kid's aptitude is estimated to be the worst in the entire Karma Taj. James wondered if there is any external force that can be used to improve the practice of these mages, and whether they can help him.

"It's done! It's a big pot."

Xiao Li jumped up excitedly and shouted proudly, this is the best time he has completed the teleportation spell.

"That's right! Then I'll be leaving now. Thank you for the portal. It's convenient for you to go anywhere anyway. I will often visit you in the Holy of Holies in New York."

James looked at the little apprentice who had just gotten excited, then turned to deflate his mouth, and said helplessly:

"You have to become an official mage to apply for a garrison in the Holy of Holies. I can't go now."

He patted Xiao Li on the shoulder, took out the last two boxes of "Golden Apple" cigars from his arms, looked at this "fellow" who was still half a child, and said earnestly:

"Don't smoke too much, it doesn't matter what kind of cigarettes you smoke too much, hurry up and practice, when you come to New York, big brother will have plenty of good places to show you."

James looked around the Karma Taj Sanctuary for the last time. His good impression of this place was fundamentally derived from the cultural inheritance of the mystics, and there were too many traces of China.

Turn your head and step through the light gate, and come to the Holy of Holies at 177 Black Street, New York. After exchanging greetings with Master Mark, you return to the noisy streets of downtown New York again.

Strolling on the street for a while, James randomly picked up a "Washington Times" hanging in front of the newsstand. The front page was Professor Charles Xavier with Hank McCoy, and there were several variants he hadn't seen photo of people.

Seeing Charles' handsome face with high spirits, James glanced at the content on the front page, shook his head and said softly:

"From now on, you will be regarded as relatives after all. I have to save you."

Since Dr. Bolivar Trask gained the attention of Director Hoover, his voice in the Strategic Technology R\u0026D Department of S.H.I.E.L.D. has been increasing day by day.

And this dwarf who is less than 1.4 meters tall does have real skills in his big brain and is extremely talented in scientific research.

In addition to his research in the field of genes and genetics, Dr. Trask is currently trying to combine his research on artificial intelligence, robots and autonomous ballistic missiles, planning to create an epoch-making and most effective mutant defense corps system.

However, the top priority at the moment is to complete the task of the boss, Director Hoover. Since the serum was injected, this "shadow leader"'s desire for control and ambition have rapidly expanded, and his penetration of S.H.I.E.L.D. has basically been completed.

Throughout the United States, except for the federal army that is not under Hoover's control, there is almost no power in government agencies that he can't touch.

"Sir, this is the experimental report and data of the drug, please—"

"Bolívar, just tell me the result, how far it can go."

Hoover was drinking whiskey and smoking a cigar in the S.H.I.E.L.D. office. His slightly protruding eyebrows looked even more frightening, and his facial features were slightly deformed.

Dr. Trask organized his language and said seriously:

"Sir, since we can't do experiments on 'targets', we can only do comparisons on ordinary people, super soldiers, and a few mutants. Since these mutants don't have that special ability, their resistance is similar to that of ordinary people. Humans are no different."

".The super soldier is slightly stronger, but it is very limited. Considering the special situation of the 'target', I conducted a simulation data deduction, which can produce an effect, but we must maintain continuous injection, and how to make him submit."

"You don't need to think about it. You have done a good job. The research and development of the medicine must continue. With it, we can control the power of these mutants once and for all."

After listening to Edgar Hoover's last orders and arranging some things, Dr. Trask left the smoky office.

After the serum transformation, Mr. Director indulged his various desires, not just wanton tobacco and alcohol

Trask looked at an officer-like gentleman in a green training uniform waiting outside the office, and nodded slightly. He only knew that this person was Major Stryker from the Institute of Mutant Forces, but he was very concerned about the responsibility of Mr. Major. Nothing is known about the task.

Hoover has his own chess pieces in too many corners of the United States. He is like a real web-spinning spider. Every silk thread controls a puppet, and he uses it to achieve the purpose he wants to achieve.

Most of these puppets know nothing about each other. They only hold a small part of the secret. Only Hoover can see the overall situation, and only he can see the shape of this net and its final shape.

Snapped!

"Relax, let's talk."

After saluting, Major William Stryker opened the document under his arm and reported on the situation of the X Special Forces team he was forming.

"Sir, relying on Professor Xavier's brainwave search, a total of 168 mutants were screened out in the US military, including 154 non-commissioned officers and enlisted soldiers, and 12 lieutenants. One hundred and fifty people entered the research base"

Hoover has always had a brain with an excellent memory, and he holds too many secrets that cannot be put on paper. After listening to Major Stryker's general report, he easily arranged:

"Select soldiers with abilities, backgrounds, suitable and obedient soldiers, and pull up the team first. Those with mutant abilities that are useless can be directly used as research materials, and those who refuse to obey will be temporarily detained. Their social information will be processed by someone, and the existing records will be destroyed. "

Hoover opened his palms, and Major Stryker hurriedly handed over the records. He looked at the information of several officers with relatively powerful family relationships, and continued casually:

"Don't worry about these few. What you have is enough for the time being. There will only be more and more in the future. Do it well. A new era is coming, Mr. Major."

"Yes! Thank you for your cultivation."

After laying out two "silk lines" one after another, Hoover finally thought about it, picked up the secret line phone from under the table, and dialed a number.

He had been listening to what was said on the other end of the phone. After a while, Hoover didn't say a word until he hung up the receiver.

Leaning on the back of the comfortable leather chair, Hoover finally drank the wine in his glass. The muscles on his face suddenly twitched, as if his own consciousness had been born on the right half of his face, and he couldn't restrain the ecstatic smile in his heart.

And the remaining half is still drooping meticulously.

It wasn't until he subconsciously glanced at the reflection of the glass cabinet door in front of the desk that Hoover realized that his right half of his face was grinning brilliantly, expressing the truest emotions in his heart.

Edgar Hoover pressed his twitching cheeks with his hands, leaving the still cold and deep side, silent like a dead thing.

Beep!

Sean Cassidy controlled the intensity as much as he could, and made a small whistle, but it still not only destroyed the three rows of tempered glass in front of him, but also shattered more than half of the lenses in the studio.

The recording of the show had to be postponed for a while, "Sea Demon" rubbed his head, his face was as red as his curly red hair,

The audience and host at the scene burst into thunderous applause after a brief scream of fright. Even the vice president and director of the TV station looked excited and didn't care about the damage to these instruments.

The first TV show to showcase the power of mutants is sure to garner sky-high ratings.

"Stuck! The recording of the show is suspended, everyone, take a break, and get a new machine quickly! Don't worry about it, young man, you are great!"

The on-site drama was arranged neatly. The host and Charles communicated in low voices about the issues they wanted to discuss in the next session. Miss "Angel" took out a makeup box to refill her lipstick. Police" took photos and signed autographs.

"Professor like this, the topic of the next paragraph may be more acute, about the kind of harm that mutants with special talents will bring to society once they embark on the path of crime."

Charles nodded solemnly. He had already prepared a draft in his heart, and the interview this morning has been going well so far.

Responding to various interview questions wisely and appropriately, and positively introducing the group of mutants to the public, is the most important task at the moment.

Suddenly, there were several screams outside the studio. A man in a loose suit ran in wildly. He bumped into several ladies in the aisle and ignored them. He went to the program director and the TV station executives who were watching and said something fiercely. .

Charles Xavier frowned and rubbed his forehead gently. His eyes suddenly glazed over and his face became stiff. The words of the female host beside him seemed to be floating in an unknown distance. The voice became farther and farther away, becoming less and less clear.

Charles "sees" the message in the head of the man who came in with the news.

Less than an hour earlier, President John F. Kennedy had been shot and killed after a campaign speech in Dallas.

died on the spot.