While Zhang Yang was sitting on a plane heading to New York, at a secret base in Canada, an obese middle-aged man wearing glasses was listening to the report of the person in front of him.

"Col. Striker, about brain wave enhancer, all we can do is this. If we want to achieve the results, unless..."

The female researcher was a little hesitant.

"Unless what?"

“Unless we get a real brainwave enhancer, the remaining key parts, which we want to make, will take at least five years.”

"Five years? That's so long, I can't wait."

Stryker's eyes flashed with a calculating look, and then asked the researcher to bring a mutant with blue skin up, his expression seemed a little dull.

"Only Professor X has a real brain wave enhancer. If you want to take it openly, you have to find a reason. If there is no reason, then I will make one myself."

Stryker took out an injection and dripped a few drops of yellow liquid on a wound on the back of the neck of the blue-skinned mutant.

"Ket Wagner, now follow my orders, I need you to sneak into the White House and assassinate the president..."

Those yellow liquids were secretions taken from Stryker's head from his biological son William, and could create illusions to control others.

William once used his ability to kill his mother, which made Stryker feel extremely angry. He stripped off his biological son's scalp with his own hands, causing him to lose the awareness of actively thinking, and became a tool that Stryker had completely mastered!

Stryker is an absolute supporter of anti-mutants.

...

Far from the White House in Washington, the US president is working and preparing to receive a group of guests.

"Keep alert!"

“Received, Exit 1 is safe.”

Many security guards in black suits monitored the surroundings closely and protected the president's safety.

All the guests in the guest registration office were inspected. Just as a security guard turned his head, he found a man wearing a baseball cap showing up in front of him.

"Sorry, this place is not open to the public. If you get lost, I can send you away."

This security guard was full of alertness, and the professional qualities he had developed for a long time made him vaguely feel that there was something wrong with this man.

The man in the baseball cap raised his head, and although he was wearing a large sunglasses, the other skins on his face were carved with many strange patterns, and his face was a little pale and abnormal.

"Please raise your hands and cooperate with our inspection!"

The security guard immediately felt something was wrong and immediately prepared to pull out the gun.

But before he could pull out his gun, the man in front of him jumped up lightly and kicked him down. The security guard saw that there was a strange tail behind the man!

"There's someone breaking in at the guest registration office!"

Seeing the mysterious assassin's invasion, the security guard decisively issued an alarm.

"Mr. President, someone unknown broke in. Please leave here immediately."

A group of security guards poured into the office, protecting the president's three layers inside and three layers inside, and at the same time, the pistols also opened the insurance one after another. Anyone with suspected possibility would be shot and killed on the spot.

"All people pay attention, the intruder is not alone!"

"Sir President, we have to go to the shelter."

"No, there are invaders in the corridor, and everyone gathers in the office. After discovering the target, you are allowed to shoot and kill them on the spot!"

These bodyguards are full of murderous aura, and protecting the safety of the US president is their only task.

But everyone underestimated the invader. These well-trained bodyguards didn't even hold on for a round in his hands. A muffled groan kept coming from the walkie-talkie, and then there was no further text.

Everyone's faces were extremely solemn. The president's face was also shocked and suspicious.

The other party broke into the White House, and the target was obviously to come to him.

"Who did you offend someone after the order I issued recently?"

The US president frowned and could not remember anything.

He didn't know about this incident. It was planned by his subordinate William Stryker for his own benefit.

Just as everyone was observing the surroundings, a blue shadow suddenly flashed in the air.

"shot!"

Without anyone else speaking, these bodyguards immediately pulled the trigger.

After the dense gunshots, everyone found that the blue shadow had disappeared without a trace, and then continued to appear around, as if it was moving in an instant, and every time it appeared, it would definitely be accompanied by the fall of a bodyguard.

"It's moving in an instant! Be careful!"

An experienced bodyguard recognized this as a moment of movement.

This ability becomes very difficult during street fighting. Although everyone has raised their vigilance, this figure is really hard to figure out, and no one knows where he will appear next.

Soon, these elite bodyguards were wiped out.

With a thud, the president was pressed to the table by the guy who suddenly appeared, and then he kissed the other person's face. There were many strange patterns on the dark blue skin and a strange tail behind him.

Damn mutants!

The US president instantly understood the other party's identity, and then watched him take out a dagger with a red ribbon tied on it, ready to stab the president.

Bang!

After a gunshot, a bloody flower burst out from the mutant's body. After a scream, he disappeared instantly and fled with injuries.

A bodyguard who had not fainted just now was knocked to the ground and then pulled the trigger.

"Mr. President, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

When the mutants left, the president returned to his former demeanor and majesty, and then saw the dagger falling on the table and inserted deeply into the leather of the table.

"Show me the dagger."

"Mr. President, this thing may be toxic..."

The bodyguard still couldn't bear the president's majestic gaze and pulled out the dagger. When the president saw the letters on the red ribbon, his face suddenly became ugly.

The letters on the ribbon are: "Save Mutants to have their own!"

Damn mutant! He actually dared to assassinate himself directly!

The president's face became ugly, and he glanced at the bodyguards who fainted on the ground without saying a word.

"Mr. President, what's going on here?"

When the armed police outside the White House rushed in, they found the room in a mess, and everyone looked at each other.

"Mr. President, I'm sorry, this was our mistake. We didn't know that the other party broke in..."

The armed police, who was responsible for the peripheral security work, immediately took the initiative to take responsibility, and then the president waved his hand and did not intend to hold him accountable.

"You are not blamed for this incident. That guy will move instantly and be unpredictable."

The president seemed to have made up his mind and patted the bodyguard next to him on the shoulder of the bodyguard who shot him and said with satisfaction.

"You performed very well this time. Go and help me inform Colonel Stryker of the military and let him come to see me."

"Yes, Mr. President."

The bodyguard was excited, but his face was still kept serious. Others looked at the bodyguard with a little enviousness. They couldn't hide their jealousy.

My god, it’s just a good time. When others make contributions, they will return without success.

Soon, half an hour later, William Stryker, who was urgently taking a helicopter to Washington, came to the White House with his new female secretary.

"Mr. President. It seems that the situation is very dangerous."

Stryk pretended to be unaware of it and carefully looked at the knife mark on the table.

"I believe that after this incident, some of your previous views should have changed."

"What do you want, William."

"I want you to authorize me to carry out a special action."

Instead of avoiding talking like before, the president took out a bottle of champagne to signal to him, but was rejected by Stryker.

"William, this is the Clay Senate. This is William Stryker, who has always been in charge of the mutant affairs."

Soon, another congressman who supported the Mutant Registration Act, Clay came here. The three of them introduced each other and began to talk about this matter.

"This is some evidence I have collected, and I can be sure that it is specialized in training mutants in a training institution in the northern suburbs of New York."

Several photos on the table show a white building, which looks like a school.

“Is this a school?”

"Yes, I can be sure. Because this was my interrogation from Magneto's mouth."

"Magneto?" The President and Clay spoke in unison. After all, among the troubled mutants, they had heard of Magneto's name long ago.

"That's right, it's a pity that he's been detained by me now, so I specially built a plastic prison for him."

Senator Clay picked up a photo, Stryker nodded, then pulled out another photo and pointed to a dark shadow above.
To be continued...