Chapter 96

In Professor X's office, Beast's human form, Hank McCoy, was sitting at the principal's desk. Scattered on the desk were the results he and Reed Richards had studied together.

It's just that Professor X, who had just finished a phone conversation with the White House liaison officer, still didn't change his troubled appearance.

Hank asked hurriedly: "What did the White House say? Is the President willing to talk to us?"

Shaking his head, Professor X said: "Not optimistic. Their wording is not tough, but it doesn't fall into place at all; it's all diplomatic language."

"But we provided evidence. Jean's loss of control didn't come from her own will, but was influenced by those aliens. Didn't the photo clearly show that alien warship."

"That's not enough."

"How is it not enough? Is the photo we faxed not clear enough, so the White House doesn't believe our statement? If so, I'll run to Washington and bring the original photo for them to see."

Hank held the original photo developed with Reed and was about to run out. Professor X stopped him and said: "The meaning of the White House side is that photos alone are not enough.

"When a judge convicts, there must be witnesses and material evidence. With just one photo, how can you make the White House believe our statement? Not to mention that the statement itself cannot even convince us; everyone knows that it is just an excuse."

Hank asked anxiously: "Then what evidence does the White House want?"

"Alien corpses, living aliens, living aliens who know their entire plan and have a high enough rank, or even that space warship. Or..."

"Or what? Jean, right? Are you going to send her out like an experimental white mouse?" Hank said angrily.

Professor X said excitedly: "I never said that, and I couldn't possibly do that!"

"Then... we hand over that Henry Brown? He said he is an alien." Hank came up with a bad idea.

No matter how confused, Professor X couldn't agree to such a loophole-filled bad idea. He retorted: "How do you determine that Henry Brown and those aliens are in the same camp?

"How are you going to hand him over? A group of people, scattered, have all been taught a lesson by him once. Not to mention that we are injured and fleeing, we don't have complete combat power at all.

"Or tell the people in the White House to let them find a way to catch the person themselves? Have you ever thought that if he really has nothing to do with that warship in outer space, we are just offending a strong enemy for nothing. He was originally harmless."

Hank also knew his idea was not right, but now he didn't know what to do. The government's attitude has always been the biggest difficulty in mutant affairs.

As long as the US government shows a friendly attitude toward mutants, even if someone does small actions behind the scenes, at least mutants will generally have a chance to breathe.

The neutral attitude of not expressing a position is the most troublesome, because the US government can do anything at this time.

If the US government shows a hostile attitude, not to mention the restart of the shut-down Sentinel Program; the overwhelming oppression and targeting from official forces will make it difficult for mutants to even breathe.

Even the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters was bombed by the military. A base that gathered several Omega-level mutants and the X-Men was treated like this, so how should those ordinary mutants handle themselves.

Professor X is constantly thinking about the origin of mutants in this dilemma. Magneto is the same, but he chose a different path from Professor X.

This is why these two are called the two major spiritual leaders of mutants, and others are not qualified to use such titles.

It's fortunate that Charles Xavier is bald, otherwise he would be worried about pulling out his hair now. Professor X hammered the table hatefully and said: "This won't work, we must have our own people in the government."

"How to do it? Use mental control to control a congressman, or a White House official?" Hank continued to come up with bad ideas.

Professor X refuted it the first time. "This of course won't work! Cannot use mental control means. If it is exposed, our situation will be even more difficult. We must have our own people, clearly staying in those positions."

Hank said: "How to do it? Elect a congressman, let mutants strive for the support of ordinary people? Even if you have astronomical money, throwing it into this bottomless pit, it is very difficult to succeed.

"The only possibility is to persuade the government to establish a special agency to handle mutant affairs, with our own people taking up positions inside. But this kind of thing cannot be done immediately, and it can't help Jean."

"I know." Hammering the table heavily again, Professor X controlled his wheelchair so that he could face away from the door and not see anyone. He said: "I know, let me think quietly."

Looking at this old friend of many years, who didn't intend to continue communicating, Hank McCoy had no choice but to withdraw from this office. He had to notify another person. And that one is even more troublesome.

In the infirmary, the older students of the youth school acted as nurses. According to the past, this place was managed by Jean Grey, but now she is gone.

Next to Quicksilver was a stack of physics books, from shallow to deep. He was using some tools to assist in reading these books with difficulty.

And Mystique was resting on the hospital bed in her original form, with blue skin and red hair.

Her vital signs, after experiencing the ups and downs of the first twenty-four hours, have now stabilized. Perhaps she can recover faster than expected, Hank, who was checking the instrument data, thought so.

In fact, as early as when Hank entered the infirmary, Mystique noticed it.

It's just that she was adjusting her breathing, soothing the pain in her internal organs. Because doing so is conducive to her mutant ability accelerating the body and internal organs to change in the "normal" direction.

After a small paragraph, she opened her eyes and looked at the man who was looking at her affectionately beside the hospital bed.

"Any good news?" Mystique asked.

"Raven, you shouldn't put too much thought into this, you should rest more." Hank advised.

"When I die, there will be enough time to rest well. Now, give me some good news."

Knowing that this woman has such a personality, Hank came to the infirmary to tell her about the latest discoveries.

It's just that he couldn't help but advise the other party. Sure enough, he ate a soft nail.

Hank had no choice but to tell Mystique about the discoveries of him and Reed Richards, as well as Charles's handling and the White House's attitude after notifying Professor X.