The reincarnation of ten thousand worlds starting from Naruto

"I'm sorry, Eric, that's not what I meant. You do make sense. So, I'll let Scott and the others investigate the cause and effect for two days. Of course, I'll go to the New York Times in person to see if there's anything fishy going on. If there's any information, I'll contact you."

Charles was awakened by Eric's persuasion. Yes, if we don't pay attention to the public opinion base of mutants now, how can we save the reputation of mutants once it is ruined in the future? Especially since most people in America are brainless and can be easily instigated by the media.

"By the way, the CIA controlled by Mora can also be used. Since you have a good relationship, you can tell her. If she is willing to help, that would be the best. If she is not willing to help, that's fine too. You don't need to force her. If she is willing to help, it means that you are quite special in her heart.

Of course, the above is just my suggestion. If you think it is appropriate, then do it. If you think it is not appropriate, then forget it. I tell you this just because I think you care about the mutant community.

I am just an ordinary person. I have a wife and children to take care of. Even if something unexpected happens, I can just immigrate to Canada, Australia, New Zealand, or wherever there are fewer people. I will always be able to find a place for me to live in this big world."

Eric left after he finished speaking. As for what Charles would choose, that was up to him.

Charles looked at Eric's departing figure with a slightly complicated expression. After all, there is a huge gap between Eric today and Eric before - Eric before always talked about the interests of mutants, and all he thought about was how to improve the status of mutants and expand their influence.

But after experiencing the events of Apocalypse, Eric learned a new Eastern philosophy - to protect himself. Even though Eric still cares about the status of mutants, the most important thing for Eric is to protect his own small family.

Today, Eric is working while enjoying his life and spending time with his family. Of course, thanks to his relationship with Uchiha Shisui, Eric will "harass" Su Xiu Yu from time to time. Su Xiu Yu suggests that Eric learn more about electromagnetism.

Although Eric's ability is a mutant ability, Eric's special ability is completely consistent with the laws of physics. In particular, the knowledge of electromagnetism has given Eric great inspiration. Gradually, Eric has also been influenced by some of Su Xiuyu's ideas about dealing with things, and his mentality has become more stable.

"You didn't talk for long. Why don't you chat for a few more minutes, old friend?" Mora found Charles after noticing Eric leaving from a distance.

"Eric has changed so much. He is no longer the same Eric as before." Charles suddenly felt a little sad. His good friend had really become unrecognizable.

"This is normal. Eric encountered danger this time, and his wife and daughter were lost and found again. It is normal for him to change a little. By the way, what are these newspapers in your hand...?"

"This is a long story, I can tell you briefly..."

The next day, after finishing his school affairs, Charles took Scott to the New York Times, the most famous newspaper in New York City. Here, busy people of all kinds were anxiously handling their own work.

The year was 1983, and newspapers were still the most mainstream news media, as was television, of course, so newspaper business was still very busy.

Charles had made an appointment with the New York Times's telephone office to visit the deputy manager today, and soon it was Charles' turn at the agreed time.

"Please come in, this is our manager's office." The front desk welcomed Charles and Scott into the office together. The deputy manager was a bald old man, but this was also a very normal thing. In this era, nine out of ten people of this age were bald, so it was nothing strange.

If baldness is also a hairstyle, this hairstyle should be the most fashionable hairstyle for this age group.

"Welcome, Mr. Alexander. I heard that you have a large business cooperation to discuss?" the deputy manager asked directly.

"There is indeed business to discuss. I will ask directly, who instructed you to smear mutants?" Charles's opening words startled the deputy manager who stood up:

"What do you mean? Who are you? I have never slandered the mutant community!" The deputy manager was obviously a little flustered, and the more flustered he was, the more abnormal Charles thought it was.

"It seems that the assistant manager is unwilling to admit it. Scott lights a cigar for the assistant manager."

Scott took out a silver cigarette case carved with roses from his pocket, took out a cigar and cut it with a click of a cigarette cutter. Then he used his laser eyes to emit a red light to light the cigar and handed it to the deputy manager.

"Don't worry, cigars ignited by 6000 degrees Celsius high-temperature lasers are absolutely hygienic!" Scott emphasized the 6000 degrees Celsius.

"Damn it! Are you mutants?! No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was, what do you want from me?" Although the deputy manager had already started thinking quickly, he couldn't stop himself from saying the first word "damn it".

Of course, the deputy general manager knew his situation and immediately changed his tone.

"So who is behind the black mutants? It wasn't like this at the New York Times before. Are you being instructed by someone or for some other reason?" Charles' question immediately made the deputy manager a little panicked.

"The recent news is all true. We really didn't discredit the mutants - you are so powerful, how could we deliberately discredit you?" The deputy manager said nice things while trying to press the alarm next to his desk.

"I advise you not to press the alarm. I know what you are thinking, and I also know that you are not honest. To be honest, I didn't intend to pry into your memory, but don't blame me for offending you now."

The next moment, Charles directly invaded the deputy manager's brain and began to search for memories in his brain. However, Charles soon found that this was a chore, because the deputy manager almost seized any time to mix with all kinds of women.

Even on weekdays, this guy would leave the company to hang out with some women who only wanted money. The most important thing was that this guy's behavior was really too perverted, and it was so disgusting that Charles almost vomited.

It took more than ten minutes to finally find a secret meeting three months ago. The other party turned out to be the current mayor of New York City, Jerome.