Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 195 Gifts from the Tang and Song Dynasties

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 195 Gifts from the Tang and Song Dynasties

The Milky Way, a huge space starship named Sanctuary, a simple but majestic throne, a purple giant is sitting on the throne, holding his chin in deep thought.

He has purple skin and a giant vertical chin. He usually wears blue and gold clothes with golden shoulder pads and golden short boots. He also wears a blue and gold helmet with a gem on his forehead!

Everything about this purple giant is just right, even his eyes are so distinct, clear and clean, as if they echo some kind of eternal charm that has been preserved between heaven and earth.

This is a melancholic, brooding man, full of the concept of death, who looks very clean, very pure, very pure man.

When he laughs, he laughs; when he gets angry, he gets angry; when he meditates, he becomes as clear as water; when he thinks, he becomes as quiet as ice.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a wizard tore through the air, appeared in front of Thanos, and knelt down on one knee respectfully.

"Great Eternal Titan, my Lord, we have obtained the whereabouts of an Infinity Stone!"

The purple giant came back to his senses from the confrontation with a certain great being. He lowered his head and smiled lightly: "Oh? Ebony Throat, which Infinity Stone is it?"

Ebony Throat knelt down on one knee: "The great eternal Titan is the soul gem!"

Narrowing his eyes, Thanos said calmly: "If you know the whereabouts, then get the gem back!"

"The Great Eternal Titan, the Mind Stone is the scepter of a primal planet's wild god,"

There was a strange light shining in the ebony eyes.

"Let General Deathblade take the Dark Order"!

Thanos waved his hand gently:

"You can handle a primitive god!"

General Deathblade, like Ebony Maw, is a member of the Five Black Generals.

Unlike the cunning and cunning Ebony Maw, he is a pure general, cruel and cold-blooded, and will do whatever it takes to execute orders perfectly.

He is a true "admirer" of Thanos. In his eyes, Thanos is a real god.

For other civilizations in the galaxy, General Deathblade and the Black Order he led will always play the role of destroyer.

He is the hand of war and the vanguard of destruction. Wherever he and his fleet go, they will ignite an eternal flame and involve all existence in his war of conquest.

This is a formidable warrior.

Ebony Throat lowered his head and said solemnly: "Yes, the great Eternal Titan!"

starry sky

The two starships separated from the huge fleet, jumped out of the fleet formation bit by bit, and sailed towards the distance.

"Mr. President, I just returned to New York. There was an accident on the plane. You also heard about it. I'm sorry for your concern. Fortunately, I had something to do and had to change planes on the way!"

In the study, Ryan, Kane, Frank, and Sloan stood quietly, listening to Boss Tang's phone call.

"My subordinates said that our business has been affected due to the terrorist attack in New York. Is there any misunderstanding here?"

"No, no, with our relationship, you will naturally have a share of my business. Do you want to say hello? It's too troublesome for you. Next time I go to Washington, I will definitely prepare a big gift for you!"

After hanging up the phone, Tang Song exhaled a heavy breath, with a cold look in his eyes, and looked at several subordinates: "You heard me, I want to prepare a big gift for our Mr. President, do you have any suggestions?"

Lane and others naturally knew about the attack on their boss, and even the private jet they had just purchased was blown up.

Kane clenched his fists and groaned: "Boss, I'm going to kill that president. I was responsible for his security. There are loopholes in his security. I'm sure to kill him!"

Two months ago, Kane resigned from his position as Secret Service Director, took an honorable "retirement" and became the president of Tang Security Company again.

Because of the president's experience, Tang's Security Company's business orders increased by 300% during this period.

"If two presidents are assassinated in a row, I'm afraid the entire federation will be furious, and things may not be easy to handle!" Ryan looked at Tang Song and said, "Boss, I have an idea!"

It has been a month since the Tang-Song private plane explosion, and everything seems to be calm.

Under the hint of the White House, some departments that were originally targeting Boss Tang's gray business have restrained their actions, and it is as if nothing has happened.

The only headache may be for our Secretary of Defense. The disappearance of one of the most advanced guided missile destroyers in the Federation is not so easy to conceal.

Not only does Congress need to give an explanation, but also countries around the world are paying close attention to the military developments of the Federation. A mysterious disappearance of a Federation missile destroyer is enough to keep the intelligence agencies of various countries busy for a long time.

If you want to hide it from so many eyes, you need a perfect reason.

But he didn't expect that he would soon no longer have to find excuses for himself!

Tang's Manor, Tang and Song were still sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the manor, holding a purple mottled bamboo fishing rod in their hands, watching the sun shine on the lake like broken gold.

His figure is reflected in the lake. The figure in the lake seems to have two air currents, black and white, hovering three feet above his head. Sometimes it turns into a Tai Chi yin and yang fish circling, sometimes it turns into a black and white circling around him for several weeks before sinking into him.

Among the heavenly spirits.

Just when Tang Song was fishing, Ryan walked up to him: "Boss, Magneto sent a message. According to the original plan, they found traces of William Stryker!"

Tang Song snapped his fingers, rubbed the black jade finger on his thumb, looked at the lotus in the lake, and said with a thick smile:

"The package is ready, but I don't know if our president likes this gift!"

"Victor, long time no see!"

On an American Hercules helicopter, a dozen mutants were given powerful anesthetics and locked in iron cages.

William Stryker looked at the sleeping saber-toothed tiger with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

He was the person in charge of the special operations team formed by the federal CIA back then, and the saber-toothed tiger Victor was considered his most loyal subordinate.

It's a pity that for the sake of plan x,

Stryker looked at Victor, as if looking at a piece of cargo or a weapon.

Turn around and return to the co-pilot seat of the plane!

In a hidden corner that he didn't see, inside the body of the saber-toothed tiger, a button-sized positioning device was quietly emitting a wave frequency!

On the outskirts of New York, on a hill behind Raccoon Town, a fighter plane took off and flew through the sky.

The magnetic levitation take-off device and the outer coating of the fighter jet can avoid radar and infrared scanning.

"The target base is just ahead!"

Dense mountain forests, a faintly visible dam, and the voice of the Red Queen came from the computer.

"Boss, the locator provided by Magneto shows that William Stryker's base is under the dam!"

"Block all signals from the dam base and the outside world, including the satellites monitoring this place!"

Wait until the red queen control is completed,

Tang Song gestured to Kane, who nodded, opened the hatch and jumped out with five people.

The black Black Devil skateboard was gliding in the air, and Kane and the others quickly landed in the jungle.

Tang Song raised his feet and stood above the dam. His spiritual consciousness swept towards the dam below. Soon, the piercing sirens below suddenly sounded throughout the entire base.

After the communication with the outside world was interrupted, the security system in the military base finally started to operate slowly but firmly.

The anti-aircraft machine guns and fire nets in the base were activated one after another, and organized soldiers were dispatched to look for the intruders.

Tang Song leisurely landed in the base, surrounded by a layer of black and white light.

Seeing the intruder, the base soldiers shot at him wildly.

In order to prevent mutants who are used as experimental materials from rioting, the soldiers in the base have undergone professional training.

The weapons in his hands are not all ordinary powered gunpowder, some are Taser guns with electric shock effects, and tranquilizer guns loaded with quick-acting stunners.

Mutants have a variety of special abilities, but in most cases they cannot withstand bullets.

Once frightened by gunfire, these supernatural beings without professional training will fall into a helpless panic, and will eventually be captured by ordinary soldiers who have an absolute advantage in numbers.

But neither the gunpowder gun nor the anesthesia gun had any effect on the Tang and Song dynasties.

The black and white light that shrouded the Tang and Song Dynasties was swimming like a yin and yang fish, representing the extremely yin corpse evil that is the extreme of life and death, as well as the purest evil spirit of life that was raised in the belly of the corpse of the God Group.

The combination forms the most exquisite yin and yang of life and death.

The yin and yang fish rotated like a black and white millstone, and all the bullets fired at the Tang and Song Dynasties turned into metal dust.

"Bang bang bang!"

Kane and the others rushed into the base on Black Demon skateboards. The machine guns and small missiles on the Black Demon skateboards were thrown out for free.

The soldiers in the base were defeated steadily!

At this time, the Tang and Song Dynasties captured a thin, middle-aged man with a bald head wearing a white protective suit.

"Are you the leader of this base?"

The scientific researchers looked at the Tang and Song Dynasties who were walking leisurely in the wind and clouds, and said bitterly: "

"I can't talk about leadership." The researcher shook his head and said, "I'm just responsible for proposing experimental plans and leading the scientific research team to overcome difficulties."

Tang Song looked at his half-bald head with an expression just as I expected.

The expressions of the scientific researchers became increasingly bitter.

"Where are all the experimental records for the Weapon X program?"

"It's in the safe room upstairs." The researcher lowered his head and said softly: "I don't know who you are, but no matter how powerful the power is behind you, it is impossible to go against the federal government."

"Really?!" Tang Song casually pointed at his eyebrows.

Bang!

A bloody hole was blown directly into the back of the researcher's head.

In a closed room upstairs, Tang Song split the alloy door in half with a hand knife, revealing the space inside.

The research materials accumulated over the years for the Weapon X program fill dozens of shelves and are all stacked in the archives warehouse.

In order to avoid possible electronic intrusions, William Stryker extremely cautiously requires that all information be recorded on paper media. Only some extremely special information can be stored in the form of hard drives internally without physical networking to the outside world.

in the system.

Tang and Song stood in the middle of the archives room, slowly flipping through the confidential information and commenting on the contents.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really interesting. Judging from the flow of funds in this military base, not only the federal government is supporting the Weapon X program, but also the continued funding from interest groups such as the military-industrial complex and pharmaceutical giants. It is estimated that

Are there any benefits gained from mutant genes?"

This sentence sounds weightless and light, but the content behind it is creepy and shocking.

Brainwash mutants with powerful abilities to become absolutely loyal and perfect soldiers.

Collect mutant human cells, clone them, and build humanoid weapons.

Subject mutants with self-healing abilities to long-term cancerous radiation to see the effects, in order to develop special anti-cancer drugs.

This is just the tip of the iceberg, there are more horrifying taboo experiments...

The purpose of the Weapon X program, which has lasted for decades, is no longer the original intention of "preventing the Soviets and domestic mutants."

In order to pursue breakthrough results, General William Stryker had long since abandoned his honor and conscience as a soldier. No matter how despicable or dirty he was, or even leading beasts to eat humans, he would not care.

It’s no wonder that the scientific researcher warned Tang and Song Dynasties that even powerful forces would not have the power to open this place.

There are too many people's interests involved here, and together they can overthrow half of the federation. Among them, Tang and Song Dynasty saw the name of the Osborne Group prominently listed above.

"Hey, find something for Professor X and Magneto to do!"

Remove the Osborne Group page,

The Tang and Song dynasties took photos of these information about experimental projects.

William Stryker was running away. This high-spirited general who had just been promoted to military rank seemed to have been chased away by a dog.

He is familiar with every corner and every passage here, so his steps are very fast.

Along the way, federal soldiers organized into squads kept running by, fully armed and with strong fighting spirit.

For a long time, William Stryker has been using the slogan "Mutants and humans are two species, and the conflict between the two is irreconcilable." This slogan has been used to brainwash his soldiers, trying to completely eliminate the influence of these soldiers on the mutant community.

kindness, and the possible existence of conscience.

I have to say, he succeeded.

Brainwashed federal soldiers can pull the trigger on innocent mutant children without hesitation, and can drag mutant corpses into the laboratory with a calm expression.

These soldiers even secretly sneaked into the underground prison to lynch and torture the collared mutants. These things were not important in William Stryker's eyes, and he could turn a blind eye and ignore them.

Mutants are not humans, they are monsters, livestock, and lab rats. The meaning of their existence is to make normal people live a better life.

General William Stryker has said this to himself for decades.

"Shoot, shoot!"

The shouts of soldiers rang out from the corridor behind, followed immediately by the sound of continuous gunfire.

However, the gunfire only rang for a moment and then stopped, leaving only the alarm bell still blaring.

William Stryker didn't want to imagine what happened to the soldiers. He lowered his head and ran wildly, bypassing one branch after another, towards the laboratory at the bottom.

"Fortunately, I still have a trump card!"

A sinister smile appeared on William Stryker's face. He quickly pressed his palm on the palm reader in front of the heavy metal door, anxiously waiting for the closed door to slowly open.

The screams behind him were getting closer and closer, and William Stryker hurriedly squeezed in through the door and went straight to the central control console of the laboratory.

The researchers who stayed here looked confused. Wearing white coats, they asked anxiously: "General, what's going on outside?"

"Get out of the way!" Stryker yelled, roughly pushing away a researcher who was blocking him, rushing to the console, desperately lifting the glass cover, and taking a fierce photo of a scarlet person.

button.

Everyone in the laboratory suddenly changed their expressions. The doctor who was pushed to the ground struggled to get up. Regardless of the disparity in status, he shouted loudly: "Oh my god, what are you doing?!"

"I'm trying to save everything." William Stryker said coldly: "No matter what, no one can leak the information about the Weapon X program."

The old and majestic old man adjusted his cuffs, patted the dust on his clothes, and said indifferently: "I would rather die than bear the risk of the secret being leaked.

Neither Washington, the military, nor the capitalists are willing to bear the infamy of long-term human experiments on mutants.

If a threat event occurs, the base director will activate the ultimate plan. This kind of thing was already agreed upon before I established the Weapon X plan."

"." The doctor froze in place. He raised his head and listened to the mechanical and electronic sounds coming from the laboratory dome broadcast. "The final plan requires identity confirmation."

"William Stryker." The newly promoted general exhaled and said loudly: "Confirm the implementation of the final plan."

"Identity confirmed." The mechanical electronic voice said dullly: "Final plan: The internal blasting system of the dam is online, and all shaft passages to the surface are closed."

This military base was built under the dam. As the final plan was launched, the shaft passage was closed, and the explosives buried deep in the dam exploded at the same time. Tens of millions of tons of water poured down, completely isolating the military base from the outside world.

Despite being mentally prepared, the researchers in the laboratory still couldn't help but tremble. They stared in silence at the thick alloy isolation door that was closing automatically.

The door is made of protective titanium alloy and is 50 centimeters thick, which can withstand almost the strongest explosions. The supporting wall is also made of high-strength concrete with a thickness of 2 meters.

"Is there any information on Adamantium alloy?"

Tang Song looked through all the information about Weapon

Tang Song walked to the end of the room with a cane.

Da da da da da, the sound of the cane hitting the ground was clear but like a war drum beating in the hearts of the people in the room.

William Stryker's face was a little stiff, and the Asian girl who had been standing behind him, as if she was a little transparent, walked to the door.

The hands were like silver liquid, with two silver spikes sticking out.

Tang Song looked at the door in front of him. It was an extremely heavy security door made entirely of protective titanium alloy. Even if it was bombarded from the front by a main battle tank, it would take an extremely long time to dismantle it.

Tang Song chuckled, clenched his fist, and punched it.

There was a heart-wrenching sound of metal twisting, and the safety door made of protective titanium alloy had punch marks visibly visible to the naked eye, and the whole body was slightly dented toward the center.

Boom! Another punch, and the entire door was torn open, and the Asian girl behind the door was sent flying to the back wall of the laboratory.

"Hello, General William Stryker!" Tang Song walked into the safe house with a cane and looked at the old man in general uniform with a smile:

"Say hello to Mr. President for me!"

Explosives buried in the dam were detonated, and hundreds of millions of tons of floods destroyed the entire dam.

The mutant experimental base, the dam, and the mountains and forests were all turned into a vast ocean.

"Go back and have someone send the experimental video data of Weapon

There were only two people on the plane, Kane and Tang Song, and one was the pilot. As for the members of the Card Soldier Team, they took the loot overland.

Among these trophies are the experimenters in the base and the mutants captured by William Stryker.

Half an hour later, several military helicopters hovered over the mountain forest.

"Is there a flood here?"

A black man wearing the uniform of a Union Army colonel was holding a military telescope and looking at a scene of raging floods in the ocean.

"Sir, Base X has been destroyed. The current situation is unknown. We need to mobilize nearby detection satellites and monitoring information to confirm!"

"I will give you authorization immediately. Base X is related to the military secrets of the Ministry of National Defense. It must not be leaked. If necessary, it can be destroyed twice!"

At the Pentagon, the gray-haired lieutenant general looked very ugly. The Weapon X program involved too many things and the impact was too bad.

It’s a good thing that William Stryker is not dead. If he is, he will only be the one to take the blame!

You must, must block the message!

"Get me the network regulatory department!" The lieutenant general picked up the red phone on the oak table.

…………

Wade Wilson, or Deadpool, was wearing a black and red bodysuit, lying on the sofa in a rundown apartment, watching the evening news on the TV.

He cursed a lot, and there were more swear words that needed to be coded than there were normal words in a sentence.

"A meteor crashed into a mountain forest in the large town of Monga, causing the entire mountain forest to be burned down. A 50-year-old dam was destroyed by the meteor."

The female anchor who was doing the evening news broadcast on the TV had a pretty face, her blond hair hung lazily on her shoulders, and her ordinary professional clothes stuck to her body, outlining an exaggerated arc that other working women did not have.

Deadpool yawned, took out his samurai sword from his back, and scratched his butt and groin with the wooden scabbard, "It's so boring."

As a nosy bitch, Deadpool is unusually trapped in an empty situation, with no one to kill, no money to make, and no girls to pick up.

For him, a stable and trouble-free life is like a desperate stagnant water. Excitement and chaos, blood and smoke are all that this mercenary pursues.

Then, he stood up from the sofa.

Deadpool let out a breath and looked in the mirror, staring at his body under the tights, which was not burly but had well-defined muscles and contained terrifying explosive power.

bass,

The two samurai swords were unsheathed, and the sharp blades reflected a warm and cold light like green water in the moonlight. The linear blood grooves on them were like a grinning lips, trying to lick the blood tonight.

Deadpool closed the curtains, clanged, pressed two samurai swords against the beige mottled curtains, and sat down at the computer desk where instant noodles and cigarette butts were placed.

Turn on the power, plug in your headphones, and browse the web.

Deadpool is a warrior, he has a pair of warrior hands, and these calloused hands will listen to the wails of countless lives tonight.

A stack of paper rolls is placed on the left side of the keyboard, like a silent tombstone, about to witness the splendid glory of the passing of life, like fireworks.

Unfortunately, this quiet night was interrupted.

The sound of fighting came from the rooftop of the dilapidated apartment.

This is very common, New York is a big city, and there are countless aliens lurking here.

Extraordinaries with supernatural powers often get into inexplicable battles on secluded rooftops, in the streets, and in the heart of the city. New Yorkers have long been accustomed to this noisy and exaggerated life, and so does Deadpool.

So, he turned the volume button on his headphones to the maximum, trying to eliminate noise interference and immerse himself in his battle.

However, the fighting on the rooftop continued, and gunshots rang out like firecrackers, covering up the beautiful music in the headphones.

Deadpool, angry.

He picked up the mouse and clicked it to temporarily stop the playback of the paid movie on the computer so as not to miss the exciting scenes.

He was going to check the situation on the roof. If it was not important, then he would chop those who disturbed his interest into useless parts that could not be reprocessed.

The blade was behind him, the gun was stuck in his waist, and Deadpool zipped up.

Step, step, step.

Footsteps sounded in the lonely staircase. Deadpool kicked open the iron door of the rooftop and shouted: "You damn stinky idiots, don't you know how to restrain yourself at night? Do you understand the law of nuisance to the people?"

!I will fuck your blood”

The words were suddenly cut off.

Because there was a battle going on on the rooftop, Deadpool happened to know each other.

One of the young men was slightly thin, wearing a red and blue tights decorated with white spider web patterns. Spider-like sticky threads were sprayed from his wrists, and his figure was moving around, flexible and light.

The other one is holding a blind stick and is a blind man.

The two contestants stopped in unison after Deadpool roared.

……………

Pentagon, Office of the Secretary of Defense

The beautiful secretary took the warm coffee and put it in her mouth to test the temperature.

Mr. Raman looked up at the ceiling above his head, took a deep breath, and shuddered. The door to the minister's office was violently pushed open.

A major rushed in hurriedly, regardless of his dignity, and placed the tablet in his hand on Raman's desk.

"Sir, I think you should take a look at this."

On the screen of the tablet is a personal live broadcast platform called Facebook.live.

The man broadcasting the live broadcast on the screen was a federal army major general named William Stryker.

Minister Raman really took a breath this time...

The so-called PC, the abbreviation of Political Correctness, is also the political correctness that the federation often talks about.

It was originally a federal judicial concept in the 19th century. However, as time went by,

Political correctness can become language that is consistent with overwhelming public opinion or custom.

For example, in the Federation, black people cannot be called black people directly, but must be called "residents of African descent." Gay people cannot be called gay people, but must be called "male homosexuals."

As time goes by, the power of political correctness becomes stronger and stronger, and the entire European and American society is covered by an atmosphere of political correctness from top to bottom.

We cannot discriminate against LGBT, we cannot discriminate against black people, we cannot discriminate against animal protection organizations, we cannot discriminate against obese people, we cannot discriminate against Mexicans, we cannot discriminate against country people, we cannot discriminate against women, we cannot discriminate against low-income people.

These "prohibited matters" as unspoken rules of society and basic morals have expanded excessively and gradually evolved into the bizarre PC status quo in European and American countries.

If a heinous criminal is black, any white police officer who harms him will be considered to be discriminating against black people.

If a European and American company refuses to hire a pregnant woman, regardless of whether the pregnant woman has the relevant work ability, the company will be considered to be discriminating against women.

If a European or American senator is gay, no matter how corrupt his personal life is or how naive his political ideas are, any behavior that accuses him will be considered homophobic.

Not only that, universities need to lower their admission scores for candidates of other skin colors to achieve "fairness", and black characters must be included in Hollywood movies to avoid being accused of discrimination.

Even the stage version of "Harry Potter" required a black actress to play the role of Hermione.

The original author, JK, also posted a special post praising this "non-discriminatory" move and accusing the protesters of "racial discrimination."

In this atmosphere, no one can be alone.

In this case, a live broadcast on Facebook set off a big show!

Mobile phones, computers, TVs, as long as these electronic devices are connected to the Internet, they will be hijacked by the virus code after a series of rapid vibrations, forcing them to watch William Stryker's live broadcast.

William Stryker's old face is printed on every large electronic billboard in New York's Times Square, the Champs Elysées, and the streets of Shibuya, Tokyo.

At this moment, he is attracting global attention.

What's going on? What happened?

People full of doubts stopped what they were doing and stared at the electronic screen, hoping to get answers.

"Hello, people of the world."

William Stryker was bathed in the lights of the makeshift studio and said expressionlessly: "My name is William Stryker, Major General of the Union Army, the executor of the Weapon X program!"

Weapon X program, the vast majority of ordinary people are completely confused about the so-called Weapon X program

At this time, in the Pentagon, a senior bureaucrat in a suit and tie was already standing in the corridor in the middle of the office floor, shouting loudly, instructing intelligence personnel to immediately deal with current urgent matters.

All official intelligence agencies throughout the federation have been mobilized, and employees have a clear division of labor.

Either call the network provider to find out the situation, or trace the source of the signal to try to find the specific location of the live broadcast, or try to arbitrarily disconnect most mobile devices from the network.

In the intelligence agency, whether it is an electronic technology security consultant with a serious academic background, or a "hired" hacker who has worked hard in the wild and is proficient in network-level port scanning, streamer intrusion, DoS attacks, and ARP spoofing

, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he tried his best to play music on the keyboard, trying to stop this live broadcast with an unprecedented number of viewers.

"The federal government pays you a high salary every month, helps you offset your past criminal record, and prevents you from having to be picked up by strong men in prison. Is it just so that you can slip up at this critical moment??"

The senior bureaucrat stood in the middle of the aisle and roared at the top of his lungs:

No one answered, and the hacker employees who had their heads buried in front of the computer screen roamed the world of code, trying to find the smallest clues.

"Is there a way to turn off the live broadcast?" The bureaucrat asked sternly in an extremely cold tone, making people suspect that if the answer given by the other party is even slightly wrong, he would draw a knife and kill him. "Give us your assessment, even if it is

Just blow up the internet provider’s servers.”

Faced with the danger of losing his job, the head of the network technology team gritted his teeth and said: "The other party's programs are too far ahead of us. From personal information terminals, network operators, and even countless artificial satellites in space, they have been invaded.

capture.

It takes at least thirty minutes of work to cut off the live broadcast."

"Thirty minutes!?"

The bureaucrat's fist hit the desk hard, and mottled blood appeared in the cracks on the surface of the skin.

However, at this time, William Stryker was expressionlessly following the script given to him by Tang and Song Dynasty, reading his lines word for word.

"The so-called Weapon X program can be traced back to thirty years ago.

The main purpose is to develop super soldiers who can use super powers, to prevent threats from the Soviet Union, and to prevent social problems involving mutants that may exist in the country."

As the leader of the Weapon X program, I opened a military base in Maine and conducted various experiments related to mutants there."

William Stryker took out a stack of documents, slowly spread them out in front of the camera, and said indifferently:

"At that time, in order to control the mutant population, the federal government established the Mutant Affairs Administration, and instructed the media to publish news about the establishment of the Mutant Affairs Administration across the federal government.

Some ignorant parents, after their children awaken their powers and become mutants, stubbornly believe that this is a "disease" that needs to be treated.

They called the Mutant Affairs Bureau, and in more than ten minutes, heavily armed soldiers would break into the house and take away the children who had just awakened their powers.

The leaders of the Mutant Affairs Administration said sternly to the parents:

"Don't worry, we will cure your child. It won't be long before your child becomes a normal person and can integrate into our society."

However, this is a lie.

The abducted children will be escorted to the base of the Weapon

Mutants are a disease, and diseases need to be cured.

Scientific researchers repeat this rhetoric and conduct various human experiments on mutant children.

Vivisection to see the differences between mutants’ internal organs and those of normal people,

Clone and copy in order to obtain the most perfect super-powered soldier,

They even injected anthrax, cholera, and smallpox toxins into mutants in an attempt to obtain biochemical agents that could cause widespread destruction of the mutant population."

"However, as the experimental process continued to advance, those mutant children were quickly 'used up'. In order to obtain more fresh experimental materials, I directed the Mutant Affairs Administration to kidnap those mutants abandoned by society.

People, on the one hand, began to cultivate themselves.”

William Stryker took out a stack of experimental records with an expressionless expression and spread them out in front of the camera.

There are many photos posted in those documents, most of which are girls with big bellies and wearing loose clothes.

"They are mutant girls collected throughout the federation."

"In the Weapon X program, they are called EVA."

"Once these mutant girls are over 14 years old, they will be forced to undergo artificial insemination surgery. After they become pregnant in October, their children will be forcibly taken away and placed in an isolated nursery for a long period of time.

Decades of observational experiments.”

"They will be artificially inseminated continuously, at a rate of one child per year, to provide a steady stream of 'experimental material' for the Weapon X program."

A black and white photo is placed in front of the camera.

It was a spacious underground cemetery with two rows of glass columns on both sides.

Countless pale and thin female mutant corpses floated in a row of glass cylinders, their bellies covered with cobweb-like traces of caesarean section.

In the glass cylinder on the other side are the babies who died in mutant experiments."

A military plan listed under the Pentagon can actually continue to brutally persecute federal citizens over a span of decades.

If the "Watergate Incident" was at best a scandal caused by a certain powerful person and his subordinates, then the Weapon X program exposed by William Stryker directly pointed at the entire federal military and even the entire federal government.

In particular, William Stryker produced a list of commercial companies sponsoring the plan.

New York Pharmaceuticals, Life Regeneration Foundation...

For a time, the entire federation was in uproar,

Mutants are humans first and mutants second!

The death of a rabbit makes a fox sad, killing a person is heartbreaking!

The reason why mutants face discrimination and even hostility is because they are inherently different from them.

This difference is extremely profound and transcends many differences in skin color, religion, race, gender, sexual orientation, political views, region, and culture.

But they are also human beings, when William Stryker presented evidence one by one to prove their persecution of mutants.

The entire federation, no, the entire human world is boiling!

There are some things that can be done but cannot be said!

"Mutant genes are divided into two types: recessive and dominant. More than two-thirds of humans in the world have the recessive X gene, so we conducted experiments on ordinary people to induce this gene."

Pentagon

The Minister of Defense was called out of the bed, no, from the office, and scanned the paper files line by line.

"Authority of Mutant Affairs Human Experiments on Artificial Insemination"

"Where's the president?" the Secretary of Defense asked awkwardly.

"In the tactical command room of the underground fortification." The President's Secretary-General said with a straight face: "No one has a plan for this kind of emergency. If William Stryker misses all these documents!!!

Defense Minister Raman said solemnly: "The Weapon

"SHIELD and the FBI are trying to interrupt the live communication, but there is little hope," the Secretary-General said softly: "The President knows very little about the Weapon X program. He has just taken office and is innocent."

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Tactical command room in the White House underground fortifications

The big screen placed inside the door was reflecting the face of William Stryker. The big shots who really decided the direction of the country were noisy, shouting, and arguing, but couldn't come up with an idea.

"To quell the impact of this incident, we need someone with enough weight to take the blame!"

Federal President Francis Underwood, who had just taken office, looked at his staff:

"The public needs an explanation, and we need someone with enough weight to give this explanation!"

Seeing the gaze cast by Mr. President, all senior White House officials lowered their heads.

Obviously they don't want to take the blame.

Our president glanced at this group of staff, but he had already made plans in his mind.

"I'm sorry, Raman!"

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"In the past thirty years, I have led my team to conduct a total of 368 experimental projects. A total of 2,134 babies were born through artificial insemination, and 3,180 records were destroyed."

Every year, the Weapon X program receives funding from the Department of Defense and financial assistance from outside sources.

Mutants with various abilities have extremely high scientific research value, whether they are creating super soldiers or in the medical field, they are useful."

"I am a federal citizen, a federal general, and the devil in the eyes of the mutants who have been harmed by me. I am guilty!"

William Stryker had a military dagger in his hand and slowly and forcefully cut his own throat in front of the camera!

Blood splatters everywhere!

William Stryker was like a chicken with its throat cut, flopping twice in a pool of blood and losing his voice!

Everyone watching the live broadcast was silent, looking at the figure in the pool of blood.

(End of chapter)