Marvel World New Magneto

As the hearing ended, reporters swarmed Eric and the others.

The teachers and students in the college finally felt relieved when they saw this.

"Not bad work." Logan stood behind the students at some point, and when he saw the meeting was over, he commented, then turned around and left.His relationship with Eric was not good in the first place, and after the Scott incident, it became even more cold. If this hearing was not related to all mutants, he would not even watch it.

"Not bad." John watched the history lecturer leave, grimacing at his back. "The boss is so handsome, if only he could get up and kill that dwarf."

"If you kill Mr. Eric the dwarf, you won't be able to come back," Katie retorted. "It's good now, people know what happened to us from today and they shouldn't be as hostile to us as they used to be."

"Putting your hopes on others, can you be more stupid than this?" Mary mocked her classmates lightly and stood up. "After watching the live broadcast, is it time for class, Miss Ororo?"

Ororo turned her eyes away as if she had woken up from a dream. After she reacted, she hurriedly greeted the students and took them away.

Qin followed her out of the hall. When she was about to go out, she suddenly turned around and looked at the professor, who was left alone, looking at the screen with a blank expression.

There was a picture of Eric answering questions surrounded by reporters. The dazzling sunlight in the afternoon shone on him, making him shine like a golden-armored god of war.

On the other end of the screen, Eric was speaking dryly. The reporters rarely saw mutants in person, and now they didn't want to let the target go easily.

"Okay, the interview time is over. If there is a chance, the representative will meet with you again." Ms. Mora acted as the press officer. When she felt that the things to be explained were basically achieved, and the reporter's questions became more and more acerbic, She and Hank protect Eric from the crowd.

When he got to the car he was in, Hank still had lingering fears.

"I didn't expect more and more reporters, and they rushed forward like ants found honey. I was almost overthrown by them," he said.

Ms. Mora felt the same way.

"Even Trask and Stryker were surrounded by people, not to mention Eric," she said, and then remembered Trask's frantic look on his face.

"What about those two guys?" Hank asked, desperately wanting them to go to court.

Stryker, of course, was called away by officials of the Department of Defense. He was an active duty soldier and was involved in such an infamous incident. The Department of Defense has begun to investigate him.

And Trask is another story.

He was taking small steps and hurriedly followed a man in black, avoiding the reporter's tracking and leaving.

"Mr. Trask." The man in black looked grim, he walked in front, and said without looking back. "Once again your performance has disrupted our plans, just like the stupid thing you did decades ago."

Trask regretted it to death now, and he never thought that the consequence of not being able to hold his breath would be to expose himself. Through the two bastards Eric and Stryker, he seemed to have become the target of public criticism.

When did they get along so well?Trask broke his head and didn't understand how the sworn enemies would cooperate.

"What should I do now?" he said in panic. After a series of blows from imprisonment and bankruptcy, he is no longer the billionaire, and the former large enterprise Trask Group has long been in the wind. Drift away, now he is just a puppet at the behest of others, it is difficult for him to turn around without outside help, let alone take revenge on the enemy.Originally, he planned to use the power of these people to make a comeback, but now he faintly saw the prison beckoning to him again.

Now he could only count on the man's help, and Trask looked at his back expectantly until the man in black got into a ready car.

Trask was about to follow in, but was stopped by the man's assistant, and the door closed.

"Find a flag, put it on your body, and hire a good lawyer." The man dropped a cold sentence from the car, then closed the window, and the car drove away.

Trask looked helplessly at the passing car and stood lonely. It didn't take long before he was surrounded by a group of reporters who had heard the news.

It wasn't just journalists who acted. The help promised by medical interest groups finally came into play. With their push, the marching crowd gathered in Washington and headed toward the Capitol building.

"Mutants are people too, protecting minority rights."

"Be equal, don't discriminate."

Nearly [-] demonstrators held rallies and marches in Washington to protest the persecution and discrimination against mutants.At the same time, there was a wave of protests in the New York area where Eric led the students in the rescue operation.

If Eric was watching TV at the moment, he could see from the crowd Fat Nick, Mariano, and Snake Ryquid, the black driver who once gave him his business card, all of whom were active in the demonstration.

Opposing them tit-for-tat are some forces that are firmly opposed to mutants. They hold high sensational headlines and vigorously publicize the harm that will be brought about by the release of mutant control, but they are quickly drowned in the wave of parades.

The demonstration attracted a large number of reporters to conduct interviews.

"We must unite and fight for our own rights." Nick leads a team of mutants and their families, and I don't know where he got so many of his fellows, knowing that most mutants want Hiding themselves, but when they saw a glimmer of hope, encouraged by Nick, they finally put down their scruples and spontaneously came to the streets to express their demands.Nick walked in the lead. He was shirtless and covered his chest and back with red paint, indicating that his compatriots had shed too much blood for the hostility of mankind. The mutants, they waved signs and shouted slogans more vigorously.

Next to them is a much larger procession, made up of black Africans, Asians and Hispanics, leaders of these minorities who have led the marches all year round. They are experienced in marching in ways that are more attractive than mutants. Eyeballs not only chanted slogans, but also performed by artists, which made many reporters and tourists come to take pictures and interview them.

"In [-], a middle-aged black woman in Montgomery was arrested by the police on the bus, on the grounds that she did not give up her seat to the white passenger. In fact, she just had sore legs and needed to sit for a while, but when the police When the police received the police, they imprisoned her unreasonably. This is why, because discrimination is legal." A black pastor sat in a car in the queue, holding a horn and roaring loudly.

"The seniors fought for this, and after paying the price of two hundred compatriots being sentenced to prison, we finally won belated justice a year later. But discrimination is everywhere and has never really disappeared from this country. It's still the same ten years later. Experience tells us that if we sit back and watch the pain of others today, the pain will be repeated in us tomorrow." The pastor waved the Bible in his hand, pointed at the people in the procession and shouted, "What are we going to do? ?"

"Protest! Protest! Protest!" the people shouted after him, their fists rising like a jungle in an instant.

The reporters recorded all of this with their photo mirrors. They were a treasure, and they marched for African Americans and Hispanics more and more, almost every day. Asian Americans have also begun to express their demands in this way in recent years. But it's the first time mutants have taken to the streets for themselves, and it's unheard of before to create such a big buzz.With professional sensibilities, journalists already feel a wave is coming, and the equipment in their hands will record history.

"Ma'am, are you a mutant too?" A female reporter stopped a white woman who looked about five or sixty years old with gray hair.

"No, I'm not." The old woman shook her head.

"So your family or friends are related to mutants?" the female reporter asked again.

"My son was a firefighter who died in the line of duty in a firefighting operation. I was so sad when I heard that mutants were helping the FDNY put out fires. If earlier society treated mutants as equals and accepted their help, Maybe my son would not have left so young, so when I heard the news, I rushed over from Brooklyn to participate in the parade." The old woman answered questions from the female reporter as she walked.

"But the tour starts in Manhattan, and they have to go all the way to the Bronx, don't you feel tired?" the female reporter asked worriedly, looking at the sweaty and tired old woman.

"Yes, my feet hurt, but my heart is very relaxed and calm. I feel like I'm standing with my son. I hope he can rest in peace because of his mother's actions." The old woman said with a chuckle, At this moment, she looked resolute and kind, and the female reporter was moved by her and watched the former firefighter's mother go away with the crowd.

"Let the world's justice be like a surging water, and social justice is like a river." When she was watching the mother, the team behind her passed her, and people were like a rushing river, moving forward along the avenue. .

Eric didn't see the old woman's answer. He was about to rush to the airport where the aircraft stopped with Hank.As he walked, he left some small steel balls while others were unprepared. They were either scattered in the grass or fused to the metal lamp post. Under the influence of his ability, the security personnel did not notice them at all. These ex-militaries didn't get the job done until they were dropped off at the airport.

"Mr. Representative." Just as he was about to board the plane, someone suddenly called Eric. He looked back and saw that it was the young man who had conflicted with him in front of the hearing hall.

"Sorry, I'm blaming you wrong." The young man lowered his proud head. He had always regarded mutants as the source of social chaos. After the debate at the hearing, he learned about those unknown past events.

"I didn't know mutants served my country, and I apologise to you for my actions," said the young man again.

Eric gave him a deep look, a nice guy.

"What's your name?" Eric asked.

"Smaug," replied the young man.

"It's the name of a dragon." Eric was a little surprised.

The young man shrugged.

"My father was Tolkien's fanatical fan when he was young, and he is still a fan." Speaking of the book-loving father, Mr. Smaug couldn't help but look a little embarrassed. He had been angry with his name a lot.

"Say hello to Ling Zun for me." Seeing his embarrassment, Eric smiled.

"Mr. Smaug?" he called out to the young man after two steps. "You are a good man."

Smaug waved at Eric, a smile finally on his face.

"Remember, we'll meet again." Eric pointed to Shi Contradiction, then turned around and boarded the aircraft.