Druids in Marvel

The problem of mutants is still fermenting rapidly...

The whole world is paying attention to the mutant riots in the United States, and media from all over the world rushed to New York to see the final result.

Mutants are all over the world, and China's way of dealing with them has little reference value because it cannot be imitated at all.

The results here in the United States are particularly important!

No one has noticed that in recent times, except for some grandstanding politicians from small parties, the real leaders in power have kept their mouths shut.

Governments of various countries are keeping silent. They want to find out the psychological bottom line of those mutants and the people from this mutant riot.

Only after both parties have exposed all the problems can they seek negotiation and finally solve the problem completely.

Hela's unexpected move saved the precarious situation in a sense.

Mutants are not black, they are all "gun owners". The criminal behavior of some mutants represents the majority of innocent mutants, so it is difficult for them to gain support from ordinary people.

Hela reversed the entire balance of public opinion when ordinary people's patience with mutants began to run out and they felt fear and boredom.

Because of the massacre in front of the police station, people began to examine the living conditions and demands of those mutants.

With the cooperation of many people, Raymond integrated the American television media in just one hour.

Public intellectuals want to "speak", that's okay, I'll give you a chance...

The TV station constantly broadcasts the hardships of life for mutants in southern states.

They will be ostracized, unemployed, and questioned by the police as dangerous persons because they have scales on their bodies...

Every small problem in life seems to be magnified when it comes to mutants.

The mutant demonstrators blocked on the New York highway became the best interview subjects.

They will cry out and complain about the injustice of the law and the hardship of life.

The reporter who received the instruction just gave him a little teasing.

Those radical mutants showed their dissatisfaction with the mutants in New York, New Jersey, and Michigan.

They believe that they should stand together with the people on their side to resist the entire unfair system and the brutal and brutal Mutant Union...

This little accusation completely pushed the mutants in New York and other three states into their opposition.

Originally, the mutants in New York and other three states were keeping silent.

Even if we don't support our compatriots' efforts to fight for their rights, we can't hold them back, and the riots didn't happen at home, right?

If you succeed, I will also be the beneficiary!

But if you want to "turn the table" now, that won't work...

After receiving the order, the television media began to collect the living conditions of mutants in New York and other three states and broadcast them on television.

On the large screen temporarily erected on the highway, the screen was divided into two halves.

On one side, the painful experiences of mutants from other states were played, and on the other side, interviews with local mutants in New York were played.

Some powerful media even convinced the leaders of several small organizations.

Let them register temporarily, and then follow them into New York City for random interviews.

Although these interviews are random, they appear to be very targeted when played.

On the left side of the big screen is a beautiful woman from Ohio...

She lost her job because of the scales and sharp nails on her arms, and was even rudely rejected many times while looking for a job.

When she was in poverty and walked on the street, she was always watched by the police...

On the right side of the big screen is a local girl from New York...

This girl has basically the same mutation, but her experiences are completely opposite.

She was originally just a waitress in a restaurant, but she was spotted by New York's eccentric world, oh no, the New York fashion world, and became a slightly famous underwear model.

The scales and sharp nails on her arms have become part of her charm.

Moreover, this girl also proudly claimed that every contract of hers would be checked by the lawyers of the Mutant Union, and that she started paying her membership dues last month.

She plans to spend one year upgrading herself to a D-class mutant.

The mutant cook on the left was fired because the guests were unwilling to eat mutant food.

On the right, a cook who claimed to be a mutant registered as a mutant because his boss wanted to find an excuse to fire him, and sought help from the Mutant Guild.

Finally, with the help of a blind lawyer, he successfully obtained compensation and opened his own restaurant.

There are many similar comparisons that have been put in front of people for everyone's reference.

The New York expressway, which had been separated by nearly 10,000 people, stopped the conflict for the first time.

John Wigger, who was released on bail, breathed a sigh of relief. He carried his Remington with a red barrel and walked into the tent where "Scribe" Cassell was.

In the past few hours, the legendary killer was really exhausted, and the deterrent effect of shock bombs and rubber bullets was not enough...

The tired John Wigger looked at Cassel, who was holding an ice cream and eating happily. He frowned and said, "You don't seem to be worried at all..."

Cassell took out a bottle of cold beer from an ice bucket next to him and handed it to John Wigger, smiling and saying: "What should I worry about?

The Mutant Guild is growing. In the past 3 hours alone, I have registered 76 mutants.

The number of officially registered members of the Mutant Guild has just exceeded 80,000...

And I am the number two person with the highest mutation level in this union!

What should I be worried about?"

John Wigger looked at the tired look of his old friend, and he said a little disappointedly: "What is the use of those mutants who are not threatening?

There are many powerful mutants gathered outside now, and they will definitely cause trouble for the president.

Think about Freedom Island tomorrow, can you still be so happy?"

Cassell looked at John Wigger with a strange expression and said: "The duty of the Mutant Guild is to protect mutants, especially those who are not a threat.

Why am I unhappy?

Man, if you only focus on those powerful mutants, you have actually strayed away from the original intention of the union."

As he spoke, Cassel looked at the thoughtful John Wigger and said with a smile: "People like you are not suitable to think about this.

Are you free in the next few days?

My mother wants to ask you to attend an audition. She told the crew that she can find a perfect handsome man to play her boyfriend...

Although I am very angry that she did not come to me, you are my friend...

Remember to dress cool that day!”

John Wigger frowned and looked at the heartless Cassel, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you know what our President Hela will face tomorrow?

Everyone is blaming her, and the mutants want her dead..."

Cassell looked at John Wigger like a fool and said, "Do you believe the parade slogan?

Growing up, I participated in more than a dozen presidential impeachment marches. Except for the zipper president, who was a few months ahead of schedule, all the others worked until they retired in the second term.

Man, what you should be concerned about right now is whether you want to change into a brand new suit and go see a big show tomorrow."

As Cassell looked at John Wigger's puzzled expression, he lowered his head and leaned over and said in a gossipy tone: "According to the first-hand gossip I got...

Fox stayed at the school, while Principal Alvin returned to the restaurant alone!

Our president has caught Principal Alvin’s weakness this time...

How could the Manhattan Tomahawk allow a woman to take the blame for herself?

I will bring my new camera tomorrow...

Aha, Alvin’s character as a good man has caused us so much pain, it’s time for him to repay his debt!”

John Witkey looked at Cassel in disbelief and said, "You mean, the president is deliberately killing people today?"

Cassell looked at John Wigger sympathetically and said, "Of course!

Our president is the Queen of Asgard, why would she bother the mutants when she has nothing to do?

And that’s not considered ‘intentional murder’ either. Those mutants acted first and were photographed by many media.

And without her, there would be no reports sympathetic to mutants in the media today...

If those fools outside are allowed to do whatever they want, they may not even have a chance to negotiate with the government.

The future status of mutants may be worse than that of illegal workers."

John Wigger was a little puzzled when he heard this. He moved his right hand unconsciously and accidentally touched the hot barrel of his gun.

Shaking his hand subconsciously, John Wigger put his right hand into his pocket despite the stinging pain, and then said incredulously: "I shot hundreds of mutants today...

According to your statement, I am actually saving them!"

Cassel's greasy face showed a natural expression, then he raised the ice cream and touched John Wicker's beer, and said: "Of course!

You are the savior of mutants!

The savior will definitely satisfy her fans’ demands, and you can’t miss your date with my mom.”

As he spoke, Cassel approached John Wigger obscenely and said: "After this incident is over, Beckett and the others will definitely go to Northern Europe to continue looking at wedding dresses.

That bastard Alvin has fallen, we men should stand up!

Go and steal Dalia's cell phone. There are hundreds of models' phone numbers in it.

My new book will be released next month, and I will organize a grand PARTY based on the specifications of the Peace Hotel carnival ten days ago..."

John Wigger looked at Cassel who was not afraid of death, and said with a bit of contempt: "I bet 100 yuan that your PARTY will definitely not happen."

…………

Below the Statue of Liberty in New York, Hela is sitting on a step against the cool sea breeze...

She was looking at the city lights of Manhattan not far away in a trance, wondering what she was thinking.

After dealing with several media reporters, Harvey took a handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead.

He ordered his men to blockade the entire dock of Liberty Island and informed them that they would not be able to let the mutants pass until 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Harvey looked at Hela who was not far away, and leaned forward a little helplessly, saying in a strange tone: "Why are you bothering?

Alvin can certainly handle these things, and this should be the problem of the American government.

Now not only mutants hate you, but many ordinary people think you are too domineering!

In fact, there is no need to do this at all..."

Hela glanced at Harvey, she was silent for a moment and said: "No, it is necessary!

Alvin has a kindness that you can't see. It would be best for everyone to end this farce quickly.

Since someone is destined to die, let me kill him!

It’s time for me to leave too…”

Harvey looked at Hela's slightly melancholy expression. He wiped his face in pain and said, "Although I think things will definitely not go as you think...

But would you mind making a purchase over the phone?

I still have a shopping fund of more than 2 million yuan..."