Chapter 1044: Marvel: Starting by Awakening the Little Universe Chapter 570

Oh, right.

Even if they couldn't deal with the Demon King and his wife at the same time with the Sentinel robot, they should have confidence in the existence that provided the materials for building the Sentinel robot.

The material for building the Sentinel robot is called Adamantium.

Real Adamantium!

Because to build a Sentinel robot that Hawk couldn't destroy, the first thing to solve was the material problem.

Two years ago, after the short Bolivar Trask was released, he immediately rushed to the location where he and William Stryker had discovered the existence of Adamantium alloy.

And then—

They heard a voice there, a voice that could provide a metal even harder than Adamantium alloy, ensuring that Hawk could not break it, or at least could not be broken before Hawk retrieved all his energy—Adamantium.

That voice even promised them that as long as they could kill the Demon King, then the universe, stars, and immortality—everything they wanted—could be realized.

Then they saw that after the voice disappeared, a completely metallic wreck appeared before them, occupying almost half of the canyon.

This is another reason why the Federation is so determined to kill Hawk.

Unfortunately, the Celestial member who provided them with materials overestimated the Federation's moral standards.

When the Celestial member made the promise, he used the word "kill," and the Federation agreed at the time, but they still made arresting and imprisoning the Demon King their first choice. As for what the Celestial member promised, they just treated it as a backup plan.

After all, when it comes to turning against someone, breaking faith, and stabbing in the back, the people of the Federation are not only familiar with it, it can be said to be their synonym.

So, judging others by themselves, naturally, in their view, even the Celestial member who provided them with Adamantium was untrustworthy.

In fact, behind the "Hunt the Demon King" plan, there was also a "Hunt the Adamantium Provider to obtain a steady stream of Adamantium" plan brewing.

Digressing.

In short, after being reminded by the African-American General, Baron Turner, who also remembered the Adamantium supplier, nodded, then changed the subject and looked at the person in charge of the Quantico base who was attending the meeting with him: "Is everything arranged on Professor X's side?"

The person in charge of the Quantico base was also in full military uniform.

"It has been arranged. In three hours, the Sentinel robot will be activated under Professor X's operation."

"Evacuation plan?"

"It is being arranged."

The person in charge of the Quantico base reported to President Baron Turner with a serious face: "Elite soldiers and their families are evacuating the base in an orderly manner. At the same time, soldiers recruited through special recruitment offices have also been added in the past few days."

President Baron Turner nodded with a smile: "Very good, our elite soldiers must be protected."

As everyone knows.

War is not child's play; people need to die. After all, if the casualties aren't tragic enough later, how can they thoroughly enrage the Federation's public?

But their own people can't die either.

Two years ago, they had already died once, but that time they were passive. This time, they are active, and it can even be said that they came prepared.

Protect their own soldiers themselves.

But those who were originally foreigners, shouting loyalty to their Federation, building their Federation, and joining their army just to stay here, are the ones who can be sacrificed.

The most important point.

If they die, they die; there's no need to feel sorry for them.

After all, if they were truly capable and talented, where wouldn't they be? Why would they choose to join their army to protect their country just to stay here?

So—

In these days, the soldiers in Quantico were being replaced without a trace. And doing so not only didn't make those special soldiers suspicious, but instead made them grateful.

In a word.

Only those who are trusted are qualified to guard the internal areas of the Quantico military base.

Clearly.

They believed it, thinking they had truly been accepted by the Federation, not only grateful and moved, but also wishing they could stand guard 24 hours a day without sleep, never imagining that from the very beginning, they came here just to die later.

And if they didn't die when the time came, the real elite soldiers stationed on the perimeter would send them on their way.

"News press release?"

"Eight drafts have been prepared."

The White House Chief of Staff, who also attended the meeting, said with a smile: "Just waiting for it to start, the office can hold a press conference immediately based on the existing information."

The person in charge of the Quantico military base also added at this time: "Once the Sentinel robot is activated, the perimeter guard of the base will also be slightly relaxed, allowing those resourceful reporters to come here and spread the drama of the mutant infighting that is happening here."

President Baron Turner heard this, his expression smiling, but he sighed: "Mutant infighting, yet the ones who suffer the most casualties are us unarmed humans. We humans are still too small and fragile in front of crazy mutants."

The Pentagon general echoed: "Yes, Mr. President, so we must take all measures to ensure that we humans have absolute dominance in this mutant crisis. A Mutant Peace Act can exist, but all of this must be based on the Mutant Management Bureau."

As everyone knows.

The Federation has the FBI and the CIA. Although the Sentinel Services was abolished twelve years ago, a Mutant Management Bureau with a different name can also appear.

Mutants can exist, but every mutant must obediently go to the local Mutant Management Bureau for registration and control; otherwise, it will be considered illegal, and reasonable arrests and interrogations can be carried out.

This Mutant Management Bureau Act is what President Baron Turner is preparing to submit to Congress for a vote.

Walk others' paths, leaving them with no path to walk.

As a procedural President, Baron Turner must take a different approach if he wants to be re-elected without enough support within his own faction.

In a word.

If the opposition party doesn't want to be scolded into depression by the public they support, they will definitely hold their noses and choose to agree to pass this act once it is submitted.

Once this act is passed, he will at least be able to hold the votes of the Federation public who are firmly against mutants in his hands.

"Very good, very spirited!"

President Baron Turner thought of the beautiful picture of the future, said happily, and then stood up with his hands on the table.

"Alright, gentlemen."

"Let's get moving, act according to the plan."

"Let's send the final banquet to the Demon King who came from afar to our world."

"……" ===== CHAPTER 1046 =====