Marvel World New Magneto

"Mutants are never innocent victims," ​​Trask exclaimed, nodding to the chairman as he stepped into the arena, then turned toward the camera.

"I'm not talking about the criminality of mutants here, but about the greater threat to our community -- all of humanity. Allow me to read a material for you, this material is a This paper, which I saw from the CIA decades ago, was written by Professor Charles Xavier, the founder of the Mutant Academy behind him, a veteran mutant."

In front of the TV in the college, teachers and students couldn't help but glance at the professor. The professor was a little embarrassed. Of course he knew what he had written.

Trask had read this paper too many times, and he was so familiar with it that he didn't need to take out the document, but recited the famous paper on mutants without thinking, and quickly recited it to the end. . "...In the eyes of Neanderthals, his mutant cousin Homo sapiens—that is, we—is a kind of deformity. After the appearance of modern Homo sapiens, what followed was Its lower kin—that is, the rapid demise of the Neanderthals." His voice echoed through the silent hall until the last sentence was read.

"Someone may ask, what does a period of human replacement 2 years ago have anything to do with us here? I want to answer him, it has a lot to do with it. As long as you go to the library and open books about ancient humans, you will Understand how these races who ruled all of Europe and western Asia from 20 years ago disappeared, and then they will understand that my concerns are justified, because we face the same challenges." Looking at Ruo Thoughtful people, Trask spread his hands: "Now, we are Neanderthals."

His words made people feel a strong sense of crisis, as if the threat of the future had been presented to them, they had thought that the image of mutants had improved, but now it has quietly deflected, while Trask's small stature Because of his bold prophecy became unusually tall.

"I really regret being young and frivolous at the time..." The professor murmured, his eyes were stinged by the light of the screen, and what was more painful was his heart. It was he who gave the theoretical basis for the persecution of mutants. A poisonous snake named "Remorse" kept biting his heart, making him feel more and more depressed.

In the hearing hall, Eric squinted as Trask looked around the room, and then the two looked at each other.

Ms. Mora couldn't hold her breath, she stood up from behind and said: "This is completely different, and it does not mean that Neanderthals were extinct by Homo sapiens. From the existing research, it is very likely that they will eventually end up Blended together, the archaeological community has some evidence to support this view…”

"The archaeological evidence is always contradictory, you can't use your evidence to prove that the threat of mutants does not exist. One of the simplest questions, can you stop your mutants from continuing to harm ordinary people? Can you?" Trask cut her off coldly. He didn't need an academic debate. As long as people were wary of mutants because of the fate of the ancient race, he won.

Ms. Mora realized it too, and she felt even more troublesome, this was not a man who played his cards according to common sense, he just wanted to muddy the water.

Just when the mutants felt uneasy, Eric's voice rang out.

"Mr. Trask, please answer a question for me," Eric said. "If your son was a mutant, do you think he would kill you for no reason in order to replace you?"

"You're stealing concepts!" Trask replied indifferently. "Personally, I'm not Neanderthal."

"But mutants are not Homo sapiens either. Homo sapiens that invaded the traditional realm of Neanderthals originated from the Homo erectus group in Africa, it did not belong to the Neanderthals in Western Europe, the professor is wrong on this point, you don't Garth followed him thoughtfully. The mutants are not Homo sapiens, because the mutants may be from you, from me." Eric stretched his arm around the field and pointed at everyone. "Mutants may come from all of us and pass it on to the next generation through the blood of males. Then according to Mr. Trask's theory, all males may have horrific consequences for human beings themselves due to their reproductive behavior, leading to their own extinction, should we confiscate them? Their criminal tool to avoid continuing to create panic?"

Eric's voice was loud and gentle, and his words sounded plausible, more convincing than Trask's incitement, and his statement was interesting.

Male tool of crime?The people present thought for a while before they understood what he was referring to, and the terrifying atmosphere that Trask had just created was immediately broken.

Some people laughed softly.

"I don't know the life and death of ancient people, but this guy's metaphor is really good." A reporter whispered to his colleague with a smile, and his colleague also smiled.

Trask was hit by Eric's blow, and he couldn't find a reason to refute for the time being. He is a foresighted wise man, but not a politician who is quick-witted and quick to respond. rang.

"You can't answer right. Guys—" he said, raising his voice, drawing attention.

"Guys, it's best to be clear before we discuss the mutant threat: what are mutants? Mutants are not gunmen who rush into the streets and shoot people everywhere, mutants are the future of humanity, because our next generation even We could all be mutants ourselves."

"Mr. Trask asked a good question just now. I can now tell you clearly that I can't stop mutants from committing crimes. I'm not God. It's God's job to stop evil in people's hearts. I can't do it. But I also want to ask special Mr. Lasker, can you recover the nuclear dust all over the country? Can you prevent the ubiquitous radiation of the electronic age? If you can't, mutants will appear one after another. Members of Congress, journalists, you and me , Everyone's descendants may become mutants. I think Mr. Stryker has a deep understanding of this." Eric said, unexpectedly pointing his hand to Stryker who was sitting with his head folded.

Everyone was in an uproar, including many military colleagues who didn't know that Stryker's son was a mutant.

The chairman knocked on the table, reminding everyone to keep quiet, and then he asked Stryker a question.

"General Stryker, please answer my question, is the situation mentioned by this representative true?" His words touched the nerves of many people, if even the son of an anti-mutant pioneer like Stryker is a mutant , then who can stop the era of mutants from coming, when mutants become their descendants, it will be difficult to stand against it no matter what.

Stryker stood up slowly, his face pale and his voice trembling.

"Yes. My son Jason...is a mutant," Stryker replied.

Hearing his answer, although they were prepared, people were still shocked, and they whispered and discussed.

Trask felt that the situation was getting out of control, and he hurriedly shouted.

"His son killed his own mother, doesn't that explain the danger of mutants?"

The voices in the hall became louder, and people debated fiercely and could no longer come up with a unified opinion.

"Quiet, please let Mr. Stryker finish." The chairman knocked on the table again and again to stop the chaos in the hearing. It took a while for people to calm down the discussion and return to the center of the hall.

Stryker was silent for a while, and the pain in his heart could be seen from his trembling hands.

"It starts with my youth," he said in a hoarse voice, and began to recall his past.

When he was young, Stryker was also a hot-blooded young man. In order to serve the country, he took the initiative to join the army and became a soldier. Because of his bravery and loyalty to his duties, he was favored by his superiors and promoted to an officer. At that time, everyone thought he had a bright future. The warm family, beautiful wife and lovely son are his greatest pride.However, like most young married people, in order to give his family a better treatment, he felt a little tight, so he was lured by a higher salary to join Trask's team, and has since embarked on a journey of no return.

He slowly talked about how he was persuaded by a persuasion and followed Trask to capture mutants and experiment with them.When his memories unfolded slowly like a long picture scroll, people knew for the first time that mutants also served the country, but not only failed to be commended, but received a fatal blow.Stryker mentioned a lot of deeds that outsiders had never heard of, and people's eyes on Trask changed again and again. Compared with him, Stryker was just a primary school student, and Trask was the deranged teacher and the initiator.

For a moment, only the rustling of the reporter's pen and Stryker's voice echoed in the hall.

"I have always believed in his views and practiced them. I felt from the bottom of my heart that I was doing the right thing, and the orders I received proved it. Until one day, my wife panicked and told me that my Son is a mutant."

Speaking of which, Stryker covered his face, and after a while he took off his glasses, the two lenses had been weakened by the water vapor, he reached out to his jacket pocket with trembling hands, and turned it several times before taking it out. Wipe your eyes with a handkerchief.

"My sky fell at that moment," he said in a trembling voice.

Jester Warren, who was behind the officer, remembered his sadness, and he couldn't help but red eyes.

"I thought about hiding it, but the inertia of people is terrible, and I've maintained this inertia for a long time. When I tried to resist it, it easily destroyed my attempt. I don't know that I How lost my mind and forced my son to the base and locked him up. By the time I woke up and tried to correct my mistake, my son Jensen had a deep hatred for me and my wife, he I thought we were going to kill him. Then I sent him to a school run by mutants, thinking they would have a way to save our father-son relationship, but it was too late, no one could take away his hatred. So... so I His wife..." At this point, Stryker was so grieved that he could no longer speak.

Seeing this scene, people showed their unbearable expressions, and some emotional ladies even shed tears. Although they were still sincerely disgusted by Stryker's behavior, they were emotionally pity for his misfortune, So the source of a series of tragedies -- Trask became the focus of everyone's hatred.

Now Bolivar Trask felt that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable for him, and he looked pale at the chairman of the hearing. Only he could stop the accusation.

Hearing chair Bill rang the table again.

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