Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

Three days later, CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia.

In a special conference room on the third floor, Charles smiled and put one hand in his pocket. He pointed at the PPT he made and talked to several senior CIA officers. Finally, he concluded with a smile:

"The advent of the nuclear age has accelerated the rate of genetic mutation. Individuals with superpowers may have already been among us. Thank you everyone."

"Heh~" John, the middle-aged man with black-framed glasses and the director of the Operations Department, sneered. William, the white-haired old man and the director of the CIA, also sneered at Mora and said:

"Agent Marktag, do you really think that if you get a few lunatics here, I'll believe that there are women covered in diamonds and men who disappear out of thin air? You'd better buy a ticket and run back to your hometown to find a job as a typist. That's it. Today's meeting is over."

As he spoke, William was about to stand up, and Maura also stood up to dissuade William.

After all, seeing is believing. Although it was unbelievable, she saw the strange scene clearly at that time.

"Madman?!" Deadpool, who had been sticking out his tongue and twitching all over, widened his eyes, looked around, and finally his dull eyes fell on Charlotte, and he yelled, "Is the madman referring to you?"

"Of course not." Charlotte spat out the information in his mouth, spread his hands in boredom and said:

"He must be talking about Raven and Charles. After all, they are the two who don't fit in with us. They must be crazy."

“Hehehe…” John let out a series of cold laughs, and even his tone was sarcastic.

"Agent Mora Mactag, you're not mistaking epilepsy and Alzheimer's for super powers, are you?

If so, you really should go to the hospital to have your brain checked before looking for a new job.

And this crazy scientist, where did you find all these freaks to defraud investors?"

As they spoke, several people stood up and planned to leave the meeting room without wasting any more time. Mora also stood up and dissuaded them:

"Director William, Director John, I think..."

"Please sit down, Agent Marktag, Agent John, and Director William." Sitting in place, Charles swept his eyes across the entire room, his whole aura full of energy.

Staying at the CIA headquarters, sitting in front of the CIA director and the director of intelligence, he seemed to be the master here.

Charles said calmly:

"I don't expect you to believe me right away. After all, when I was speaking, all you could think about was what kind of pie the restaurant would deliver today. Yes, it was apple pecan pie."

Charles' expression was like that of a student caught slacking off in class.

He turned his head to look at Maura and said, "I'm sorry, dear, I haven't been honest with you. My genetic mutation allows me to do many amazing things, one of which is mind reading."

Charles's eyes looked around and fell on everyone.

John tilted his head, looking impatient. "I often see this kind of performance in magic. You need me to think of a number in my mind, right? Or can I only choose one between one and ten?"

"Heh~" Charles also chuckled and said, "Agent John, although I can ask you about your son Stryker, after all, you have been thinking about him before, which is good.

But, Chief William, I actually want to ask you about the deployment of Jupiter missiles in Türkiye."

Hearing this, William and John were both a little panicked and looked at each other.

Charles looked at Maura with a smile and said, “Thank you for praising me in your heart, too.

Also, Riven, there's no need to do that, you'll scare them.

As for you..."

Charles' eyes fell on Deadpool, and he was hesitating whether to read Deadpool's disgusting thoughts.

Deadpool froze and yelled, "Damn it! I was definitely not thinking about these old men's naked bodies!"

"Enough!" William shouted angrily. Charles's words about missile deployment just now made him sweat profusely, because this was top secret information.

Pointing at Charles and the others, William said angrily, "I've had enough of your stupid performances, Agent Marktag. You've found a magician spy who is proficient in psychological suggestion. I'm going to call the Security Department now to arrest all of you lunatics."

Maura quickly argued, "No, he is not a spy. I would never bring a spy here."

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Charles raised his hand to stop Raven who was eager to try, and turned his gaze to Charlotte and Deadpool.

If they don't perform some ruthless tricks now, these agents will probably never believe that people with super powers really exist.

bass--

A samurai sword was pulled out from Deadpool's back, and the cold light flashing on the blade froze the expressions of all the CIA agents present.

"Fuck!" John's forehead was covered with cold sweat. "How did you bring weapons in? Guards! Guards!"

What made him sweat even more was that he realized at this moment that Deadpool always carried two swords on his back, but he had never paid attention to it before, as if this was very normal.

William pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at Deadpool, gritting his teeth and angrily said, "Put down the knife, you damn bastard, or you won't be able to leave here today."

"Hahahahaha~" Deadpool grinned and laughed wildly, with a provocative look on his face, as if he had heard some funny joke.

bang——

"Hehe~ I'll show you a special skill!" Looking at the flying bullets, Deadpool screamed and the knife in his hand flashed.

Then, Deadpool chopped off his own head with one blow.

Snapped--

The bullet also hit Deadpool right between the eyebrows, but everyone present, including Charles and Raven, were stunned by Deadpool's actions.

Without waiting for their next reaction, Deadpool's headless body made a new move. He held his head and inserted it directly on the tip of the knife, then handed his head to William.

To William, who looked terrified, he said:

"Surprise, Motherfaker!!"