marvel savior

Chapter 153 True Angel Face Devil Figure

Holding the microphone handed over by Victor, Turner began to speak freely without fear.

"It's a conspiracy! A conspiracy of dirty mutants!"

"My name is Jess Turner. Ten days ago, I was an agent of the Sentinel Secret Service. I was hunting down these dirty mutants for the safety of human society!"

Turner stretched out his hand, and even after a long distance, he still accurately found Lorna's location.

"It's this mutant, I can smell the dirty smell on her body from a long distance!"

"But just when I worked so hard to capture one of their leaders, my superior suddenly ordered me to release her unconditionally!"

"Why is this? I'm puzzled, I'm angry, I fought with the director for this, but as a result I was fired."

"I joined the Sentinel Secret Service without hesitation when it was first established. Even though I was always accompanied by death, I never hesitated."

"But that's it, without any reason, I was fired!"

"Of course I won't be reconciled, but I have no impulse. I monitor the mutant prison, and I want to make sure that there may be some agreements that I don't know about."

"But in fact, what I saw was that damned chief leading a group of mutants, swaggeringly taking away the leader and two mutants with mind control ability from the mutant prison."

"I seriously suspect that one of the female mutants has the ability to charm or mind control. She not only controls the director, but also controls the president. The mutants are trying to use their abilities to control our world! "

"Wake up! If you don't wake up, these dirty rats will control our country!"

Turner's eloquence is very good, and he clearly expounded the conspiracy of "the mutants control the top of the White House, so as to gain social status for the mutants".

Victor almost believed it.

motherfucker!

This is too contrived, right?

If it weren't for the agreement reached by Victor, who has released the "A Virus Serum" and the military and the White House, the people at the scene might really believe him.

pity.

No ifs, with Victor's "vaccination" first, Turner now feels like a jumping clown, and everyone is just watching it as a joke.

Sensing that no one responded, Turner still refused to give up.

He tried his best to use words to incite the patriotism and empathy of these high-level people in society, and let them understand the core idea of ​​​​"there is a country before you have a family, and mutants endanger everyone".

The result is of course futile.

"Damn it!" Turner threw the microphone to the ground, glared at Victor and said, "It must be you! What method did you use? Is it the woman's ability? It must be like this! You modified their memory!!"

Victor shook his head with a smile, and beckoned Natasha, who was wearing a gorgeous dress, over. She was the representative of S.H.I.E.L.D. in such a big battle today.

"Is that the charming woman you're talking about?" Victor asked.

"Yes! That's the woman!" Turner stared at Natasha: "Although she is far away, I will never forget her unique temperament, it is definitely her!"

"If you didn't listen to the previous words, I thought you fell in love with her at first sight." Victor shrugged and looked at Natasha: "So, do you want to introduce yourself to him?"

Natasha gave Victor a coquettish look.

As an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., the trump card of carrying out latent work many times, it is not a good thing to be exposed to the public like this - after all, many people present may be her future targets.

But it's not a big problem, the big deal is easy to accommodate.

"Natasha Romanov, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., you may not know us, but that's normal. Your position is not enough to know us." Natasha said seriously, and took out her Eagle ID.

In other words.

Turner's status was too low, so his chief didn't explain it to him-this was definitely not deliberately manipulated by Victor, absolutely not!
Turner looked disbelieving.

Is it just a misunderstanding this time?
He reached out to grab Natasha's eagle ID to study for any flaws, but Natasha withdrew her hand, gave Victor a charming white look, turned around and left with her enchanting figure.

She won't be needed anymore.

Turner naturally refused to let Natasha leave, and the matter had not been explained clearly.

But the raised muzzle of the soldier in front of him forced him to stop.

He was furious, and shouted: "I don't believe it! Don't think that you can fool us by simply moving out any organization, what SHIELD? It must be your trick!"

But Turner's words did not cause any waves.

The identities of the people present were either rich or noble, not to mention that everyone knew about it, but there were still quite a few people who understood what a giant S.H.I.E.L.D. was.

These people kept silent, and the people below naturally dared not join in.

As a result, no matter how Turner stirred up his emotions, it was just a one-man show.

He personally doesn't know it.

It was the mustache next to Turner. Since he came in, he had been staring frequently at the corner on one side, where Pietro was standing.

Although Wanda and Victor fell in love, Pietro did not resign because of this. Instead, he continued to work as a private driver with an easy and high salary-by the way, he helped his sister spy on her brother-in-law.

At the beginning, Mustache just felt familiar.

When the gaffe went wrong, Mustache was finally sure. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, grabbed Turner's arm in a hurry, and said something in a low voice.

Turner showed great reluctance, and he yelled loudly: "This is just a mutant conspiracy, I can expose it! If you leave today, you will never have another chance! They are about to control the upper echelons of America!"

Seeing that Turner could not be persuaded, the mustache looked anxious, and he gritted his teeth and turned to greet the others to leave.

Victor, who had been watching the show, said: "Stop them, the show is not over yet, why rush away?"

Naturally, the soldiers didn't question them. They pointed their guns at the mustaches, and the firm look in their eyes told them that if they dared to charge, they would definitely be shot.

Mustache was in a dilemma for a while.

Victor clapped his hands, and the large LCD screens placed around the venue lit up, showing Alice's appearance.

"Chen, the data is ready, do you want to play it now?"

"Of course, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It is my pleasure to serve you."

One screen, one video unfolds.

From the picture quality and angle of view, this is a video from a road monitor, and the location is relatively remote, with almost no traffic.

suddenly.

Three cars entered the frame, and the Chevrolet in the middle was sandwiched between two Buicks, forcing the Chevrolet to turn, and finally caught the opposite street lamp, unable to move.

A group of people got out of two Buicks, armed with guns and sticks, surrounded a father and son who hurriedly got off the Chevrolet, forcefully pulled away the begging father, and then beat the boy who was at most 14 years old with sticks.

the strange thing is.

The boy wasn't knocked down directly. When all the sticks fell on his surroundings, they would cut apart strangely, and they couldn't do any harm to him.

There is no doubt that the boy is a mutant.

The perpetrators were unable to do anything to the little boy. Some of them pointed their guns at the boy and fired three consecutive shots, but the boy was still not injured. Instead, three of the four besieging him fell down.

The shooter panicked. He ran over to check the injuries of the three people who fell to the ground. They seemed to be very serious. He called other people to carry the three people into the Buick and left quickly.

Presumably to send the man they shot to the hospital.

The father, who had been beaten up, stepped forward nervously to check the boy's injuries. After confirming that he was just frightened, he took the boy's hand and limped away.

Only the scene of the car accident and three pools of blood were left in place. Judging from the amount of bleeding, it was probably dead.

as predicted.

As soon as the screen changed, three death statements appeared again, as well as a police arrest warrant. The person wanted above was the boy in the video. He was charged with injuring three people with a gun.

Then the screen switched again, returning to the previous short video, so as to intercept and enlarge the faces of the people getting on and off the Buick, and each zoomed in on the side of the picture.

Until then, Victor spoke.

"I won't talk about the whole story. Let's take a look and see if these pictures are very similar to some of the unexpected visitors who came to the scene."

After Victor's roll call, and looking at the people behind Turner, they are very similar to the faces in the picture.

Especially the mustache who was about to leave at the beginning, although he was a little older, it was not difficult to recognize that he was the one who shot in the video—that is, the murderer who actually killed the three people.

"No, it's not me!" Mustache was a little panicked, and he denied it flatly: "I just wanted to kill that mutant. He deflected the bullet with his ability, and he was the one who killed him! If he stood up obediently Come on, William and the others won't die at all!"

In a panic, Mustache pointed at Pietro and said, "I know you, you are the one who introduced Turner to me! I understand, all of this is planned! You just want us to come, right? It must be of!"

Okay.

As far as this psychological quality is concerned, I will not call myself.

Some of Victor's prepared routines were made useless, so he could only skip the verification stage and go directly to the summary.

"Anyone with a discerning eye can see who killed the person, but what happened? The one who is wanted is the victim."

"What is the reason for all this? It's very simple. The brother who shot the gun is a local police officer, and he is also the local leader of an organization called 'Clearers'."

"You may not understand what 'Clearers' is. This organization is a local civil organization in Nashville. It is a voluntary participation. Its purpose is to clean up all mutants within the range of members' families and restore a stable life for all families."

"But in fact, except for a few people, most of them just rely on this excuse to bully mutants unscrupulously, because they are civilians, if mutants dare to do something to them, the final blame will definitely be on the mutant side .”

"They are like a microcosm. Which one is not like this in today's society? Once the X gene is accidentally awakened, it will become the existence that everyone shouts and beats, and can bully wantonly, because if you do it, you will go to jail, no matter what the reason is. What."

"But according to my intelligence, I can see that this Eliminator organization was not spontaneous. It was actually funded by Creed Finance, and Creed Finance not only funded this one, but a total of 37 people from all over the United States. different agencies."

Having said that, Victor suddenly turned his head to look aside, and whispered to a middle-aged man with an ugly face.

"Mr Creed, do you have anything to say about it?"

That's right.

This middle-aged man is the owner of Creed Finance—Keith Creed.

Victor specially asked Norman to invite him.

Creed, who was named, looked even uglier.

Although his face was ashen, he did not rashly deny it. Since Victor dared to name him, he must have some evidence.

He said slowly: "Really? I really don't know about this situation. Maybe some of my subordinates are messing around. I will definitely investigate thoroughly when I go back."

Standard tai chi - Infuriating!

The violent Lorna, if she hadn't been held down by John, would have stabbed him to death with the knife and fork in front of Creed!

Victor wasn't annoyed at all.

He seemed to be persuaded, nodded and said: "I can understand this. Mr. Creed's family has a big business, and it is inevitable that some scum will emerge from his subordinates."

After a sarcasm, Victor ignored Creed's suspicious expression and raised his head to shout.

"Alice, I remember that Creed Finance also sponsored a research institute, which seems to be called Trask Industries? I remember what is the name of their principal?"

"Do you mean Dr. Campbell?" A white-robed man with a Confucian temperament appeared on the screen: "Roderick Campbell, the chief researcher of Trask Industries, is currently in charge of the study of mutant blood. 17 mutants."

"Oh? Really? Is someone imprisoned?" Victor looked surprised: "Is this Trask Industry qualified to detain people?"

"No, private companies do not have enforcement powers."

"Isn't that illegal imprisonment?"

"No doubt, yes."

"Wow, let me rationalize my thinking, Mr. Creed, guess if there will be human anatomy experiments in this Trask industry?"

Talking about the keywords of "human anatomy", Creed's body jumped up uncontrollably, and he looked at table No. 1 with unconcealed fear, where the three generals were sitting.

damn it!It turned out to be this purpose!
Creed understands that if he sits and waits to die now, he will not only have to abandon some layouts, but even himself will be finished!

He tried his best to save something: "Mr. Victor, I can assure you that there is absolutely no such anti-human experiment as 'human anatomy' in Trask Industries! Regarding the issue of illegal imprisonment, there must be some misunderstanding here. Mutants and new humans have signed a letter of intent for experimentation."

Faced with Creed's desperate efforts to save him, Victor just smiled.

Under the despairing eyes of the other party, Victor turned his head to look at seat No. 1, and said softly: "General Ross, according to our agreement, how do you think we should deal with it?"

In a word, the scene fell into silence again.

Everyone thought of the agreement between the military and Victor just now—to launch a devastating attack on all countries and organizations that have discovered mutant human experiments, regardless of the cost.

Everyone got it.

Victor's long-winded speech is entirely for the purpose of "killing chickens and monkeys".

The dialogue from the beginning, the well-prepared video, and the specially invited Creed Finance are all just foils.

From the beginning, Victor's goal was to let the military fulfill the agreement, so as to let the world know that the new human beings are now covered by him, Victor.

As for the "planned" mustache said, it doesn't matter anymore, Turner and the others are just the fuse.

And this time.

In order to ensure that the military is no longer silent, Victor even called the names directly.

Ross, who was named, received the microphone "handed" by the excited Lorna at that time, and "accidentally" hit his mouth.

Ross didn't pay attention to these small details. He held the microphone and was caught in a dilemma.

He looked at the two colleagues beside him, but they both looked down at the table tacitly, and did not look at Rose at all.

Victor here is not in a hurry, as before, waiting quietly with a smile.

As for Creed, who wanted to speak, I'm sorry, the palm of Nianli locked his throat, his role is over here, and the next fate can be imagined, Victor is not polite at all.

As for Comrade Turner, who was the fuse this time, he was deep in thought at this time—was I being used as a gun?

The scene fell into silence.

After thinking about it for more than ten seconds, Rose understood the current situation - it is impossible to refute it, and it is impossible to refute it in this life.

As long as he dares to refute now, Victor can turn around and interrupt the supply of "A Virus Serum". In the end, no matter what Victor does, Ross must be responsible for the blame anyway.

As a soldier's decisiveness, Ross made a decision.

He cleared his throat and said resolutely: "Although there is some overreach, since the agreement is involved, I will immediately let the nearby army take over the target location, but according to the agreement, Victor you"

Ross didn't continue talking, and it's appropriate not to reveal the details of the agreement.

Ross answered so simply, Victor naturally followed suit, nodded with a smile and said, "General Ross is straightforward, a practical person."

The president on the side snorted dissatisfied.

Who are you mocking?

Without further delving into this topic, Victor released Creed, who was choked, and the latter slumped on the chair like noodles.

It's over, it's over.

As an investor, would he not know if there were any human experiments in Strack Industries?

As long as the military is encircling and suppressing, then
Thinking of this, Creed felt that he couldn't sit still. He got up and prepared to leave, and informed Strucker Industries to make preparations.

just.

Two deadpan soldiers stopped him. This time it was not Victor's order, but General Ross's order—since you have made your statement, let's make things beautiful.

As for Creed Finance, it's not an old-school family. Since the bottom line was triggered and it was caught out, let's kill it easily-it just happens that military expenditures are a little tight recently.

Victor didn't pay attention to the movement over there.

He glanced at his watch, half an hour was almost up.

He looked at Mustache and other members of the Purge, and said, "Thank you for coming all the way to cooperate with me. In return, Director George will treat you well on my behalf."

Done.

Several NYPD came out of the side hall, took out handcuffs and handcuffed them all away one by one-this is really well prepared.

There were many soldiers pointing their guns. These ordinary people who were usually arrogant in front of new humans did not dare to resist at all.

Victor didn't pay any attention to it, and turned to walk to the main stage.

When passing by the three of Lorna, he paused.

According to the agreement, the military's encirclement and suppression operation requires at least one new human being to accompany the team.

He asked, "About Trask Industries, Lorna, you are pregnant and it's not suitable for you to go there. John and Marcos, you should be willing to join the team, right?"

"Cut, it's boring, you won't let me go." Lorna rubbed her stomach, showing regret.

"No problem! Leave this kind of thing to me!" Marcos' eyes were shining, and he forgot to comfort his wife in excitement.

John also nodded heavily, and then said seriously: "Thank you Victor, I apologize for my previous doubts."

Victor waved his hand indifferently.

"If you feel sorry, don't let the people who join the company have problems. This is the best reward for me."

"I will definitely ask you seriously." John's predecessor was all serious.

Victor nodded with a smile, and floated onto the main stage. When he stood beside the medical cabin, there was a "click", and the medical cabin opened automatically.

In half an hour, it happened to be here.

Everyone who watched a good show also realized at this time that Victor released two cross-generational products just now!
They looked at Christine who sat up from the medical cabin with curious eyes.

This...is this a different person?

The previous Christine said that she had a slender and skinny figure, but the difficulty was that she was a washboard. The reason why she was able to flirt with Tony was entirely based on her face.

And now Christine, where can she see the word slender?
The face is still the same face, but under the hospital gown of tube top and boxer shorts, it is full of explosive muscles, and the raised arcs are insulated from the "slender".

But the size of the chest seems to be a little bloated, I don't know if it is soft or hard
What the hell is an injection?Are you sure it wasn't a head transplant?
When everyone was confused, Christine herself was also very confused. She stroked her body in a daze, the picture...
ummm
It's hard to say!
With a beautiful face and strong muscles, she doesn't feel the slightest bit at all, and even looks gay in a gay way.

True angel face devil figure.

Christine also noticed the problem, and looked up at Victor in shock, what did you do to me?Didn't it mean to treat AIDS?How did it become a head transplant?

Victor coughed awkwardly.

"Uh, as you can see, Christine's body has changed a lot, which is brought about by "A Virus Serum", but she didn't break through the limit of her own cells, so she remained at the peak of adulthood. If it is If it breaks through, there will be no such problems.”

Everyone showed a clear expression.

So this is ah.

Christine also nodded in understanding.

The medical cabin is not isolated from outside information. When Victor introduced "A Virus Serum", she was also listening.

just
This does not mean that she agrees with this result!

Christine glared at Victor viciously, her strong body gave her plenty of energy, and her eyes wandered frequently on Victor's lower body—she was considering whether to give him a kick.

Victor felt a slight chill in his crotch, took a step back calmly, and said to Dabai who was standing guard at the side: "Give Ms. Christine a check-up and see how her condition is."

"Ms. Christine, do you agree with my test?" Dabai asked politely.

Although Christine looked ugly, she nodded.

after a few seconds.

On the screen in front of Dabai's chest, a scene of fireworks blooming appeared.

"Perfect! The HIV virus in your body has been completely eliminated, and some kind of biological drug has strengthened the transformation of cells, and your physical fitness has reached the theoretical peak value of physical function. All your previous problems have been cured. Congratulations, you can at least Live to 150."

Christine froze for a moment, a little dazed.

Cured, cured?Really cured?AIDS?By the way, he also cured a bunch of other minor problems?
Compared with Christine's cheers, other people in the audience keenly caught another signal - "I can live to at least 150 years old".

so.

What's so special about this "Virus A Serum" that it has the effect of prolonging life?

a time.

The guests present counted one by one, and all of them had fiery eyes—including the relatively elderly president and generals.

They who have always only paid attention to the improvement of combat effectiveness have just learned of this effect.

Originally, they were not going to inject the A virus. After all, if they didn't break through the limit, their tendons would affect their tall image.

But since he can live for so long, maybe it can be considered.

Gee.

How about getting some for your children?
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