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“Minister Hank, this man’s abilities are somewhat similar to the Red Devil of Hellfire, do you know anything about him?”

The flying dragon asked with a livid face on the side.

“Kurt Wagner, he is the son of the Red Devil and a clone, and among the mutants, some call him the Night Stalker, but as far as I know, this child is very timid, and he is a devout Christian, so it is reasonable that he should not act like this.”

In the face of many unkind eyes, Hank seemed very calm, because he had a clear conscience.

And he had known Blue Devil before, knew that this teenager had some relationship with Ruiwen’s clone, and had also met him.

He then offered to examine the Blue Devil’s body, test his blood, and scan his tissue, because he suspected that the teenager was being controlled.

“Minister Hank, I remember that you have a doctorate degree in multiple disciplines, so you should take responsibility for “seven seven seven”. Looking at the distrust of the people around him for the beast Hank, Li and the president could only give orders directly with some headache.

Beast Hank thanked the president for his attitude again.

Originally, he wanted the White House staff to prepare some testing instruments, but after he took a closer look at the blue devil, he found a big problem.

On the back of the blue devil’s head, there is a round hole the size of a thumb, and when you look into it, you can see very clearly that there is a faint presence of silvery-white metal and translucent viscous liquid… He breathed a big sigh of relief again.

Blue Devil This is obviously controlled by someone, and it is not mental control, but drug control.

In this way, this assassination has little to do with their mutants, and who can grow a sophisticated metal creation on the back of their head?

At this point, the nature of the matter changed 180 degrees, and the mutant was not only not a killer, but a victim.

A murderer turned the mutant into a sharp knife and stabbed it at the president in order to achieve their horrific goals.

Now, two questions are on everyone’s mind.

Who is behind it?

If the plan succeeds, who will be the biggest beneficiary?

“Mr. President, I need to go back to my lab and do further examination of this poor child, after which I want to take him back to the school so that maybe the professor can know what was found in him.”

Hank was quick to speak his mind.

The blue devil in front of him must be controlled by a certain organization, and the control instrument is very sophisticated and very high-tech, which is not something that a small organization can do.

And here’s a mess, he can’t do anything at all.

When they heard Beast Hank mention the word professor, everyone’s faces were a little unnatural, which was taboo.

Ree hesitated slightly with the president and decided to follow Hank’s advice, but he asked himself and the dignitaries to watch the whole process.

The group got into the presidential bulletproof car and headed to Hank’s laboratory.

Then they just looked at an orangutan, full of grace and calmness, fiddling with a bunch of test tubes and electronic instruments.

“This guy can teleport, don’t give him a few injections of anesthesia, Dragon led the people to bind the blue devil to the metal and sit on the chair, he couldn’t help but suggest.

“Don’t worry, he can’t escape.”

The one who knows mutants best is, of course, mutants.

As a genius, Hank has naturally invented many other things in addition to the black technology of the dangerous training ground and brainwave lofting.

As he spoke, he had turned on a strong electromagnetic field in the laboratory, and everyone could clearly see that the air twisted out ripples, completely covering the blue devil.

After such a black technology is opened, let alone the blue devil, I am afraid that even the ability of the fourth-level mutant will be greatly weakened under such a force field.

Such a device made the eyes of those government officials warm for a while, and they began to ponder their own little calculations in their hearts.

“Okay, Wyvern, you go out first, I’m going to get to work.” Hank whispered to the wyvern.

“You be careful.”

The wyvern looked deeply at Hank, turned and left the laboratory, and then watched Hank do various tests through the bulletproof glass.

Talented!

Hank is definitely a genius among mutants, he is full of a bookish atmosphere, but his mutant ability is to become a blue-haired gorilla, and he is now mostly focused on mutant things, and does not have much energy to focus on research in the laboratory, so his achievements in science are far less famous than his appearance.

But once Hank got serious, the energy that erupted was undoubtedly very terrifying, and it only took him just ten minutes to open a hole in the back of the Blue Devil’s head, take out a precision chip from it, and then complete the stitching….

Completely painless and able to go to work the next day.

“Mr. President, it turns out that someone is controlling mutants and trying to create terror.”

Hank showed the plate containing the biochip to everyone and expressed his opinion.

Not only the president, but also other high-ranking officials and dignitaries all looked ugly and gloomy, and the operation was done under their noses, so they couldn’t believe it.

They understood all too well the significance of this horrific assassination.

War?!

Subversion?!

Terrorist attack?!

It’s all possible, but it’s definitely not a personal grudge.

This matter is too serious, too bad, and the slightest mishandling can lead to a tragedy like the one ten years ago.

The high-ranking officials did not speak, standing honestly on the sidelines, looking like I was mentally retarded, waiting for Li to make an idea with the president.

In the United States, although the president is the spokesman of various forces, and the Senate limits his power, his actual power is not small at all.

Moreover, the United States is the world’s number one power, and in some cases, can even cross Congress to declare war directly on the enemy, and he still has a lockbox of more than half of the world’s nuclear weapons.

President Lihe’s face was now strangely calm, and at this moment he already knew who wanted his life.

The military plus mutants, except for those admirals, and their lackeys are Stryker …

Since 1.2 when they implemented the policy, they were generally called over to ask their opinions before they were implemented, giving them the greatest respect, and now, they give themselves in return?!

Do they think peace is bad?

Isn’t the cake in your arms big enough?

Had it not been for Mr. Lister’s advance knowledge, he would have been killed in the office today with his daughter.

The center of the heart fluctuated, and his eyes slowly became firm.

He clenched his fists and frowned.

And the flying dragon on the side glanced at Lihe, and already guessed that this matter may have something to do with that person.

Only a few months after coming to the country from the East, he was transformed into a Westerner by the remakeover, introduced to Lihe, who was still a presidential candidate at the time, and finally became the president’s security captain.

Turn hands into clouds, turn hands into rain, it is him. _

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