When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

"Since we have found the location of Payne's lair, why don't we take action immediately? Mr. Bolivar, what are you still thinking about?"

Not only President Maya and Director Nick Fury, but also the Sentinels discovered the location of "Brother Payne" Crystal Palace, why more than a week had passed, but they didn't make any move at all.

Even the new general of the Anti-Mutant Alliance, Colonel Stryker, the commander of the Sentinel Special Service Division, can't figure out why his boss Bolivar can be so calm and still sitting in the office with his old spirit. Reading behind the desk.

Stryker went up to take a look. Well, this time it was not John Locke's theory of human understanding, but a new one, Freud's analysis of the dreams of that old gangster.

"Sir, what do you think?" Stryker asked again.

"Hey, William, what are you in a hurry for?"

Bolivar put the bookmark leisurely, closed the book and put it away, then asked: "William, how are you sure that Payne's lair is at the bottom of the Hudson River?"

"This"

After pondering for a moment, Stryker said truthfully: "Sir, President Clinton told me. He received a tip from Mr. President that when Payne was rescuing people, an agent happened to find traces of those mutants, so he Tracked and sneaked in, and successfully located the location of Payne’s lair.”

Bolivar glanced at Stryker meaningfully and said slowly: "Do you believe what the president said? In the United States, has the president ever spoken human words? I thought that those guys who talk nonsense can just ignore ordinary people. votes, tsk tsk, I didn’t expect you, William, to actually believe it.”

Upon hearing this, Stryker's face suddenly darkened, and he hummed: "Mr. Bolivar, of course I don't believe a word of the policy agenda and promises made to voters by the President of the United States. , But, but I don’t believe that he dares to fool us when it comes to mutants. What’s more, what’s the benefit of fooling us?”

Bolivar did not answer but asked: "Then, what benefits does that old boy Clinton get from being so active in helping us?"

"Maybe, maybe because he saw the general trend, he decided to take a side," Stryker said uncertainly.

"Forget it"

Bolivar waved his hand and said: "We have already discussed this topic last time. Let's not repeat it today. I don't care what the president thinks, but as long as our Sentinel Secret Service has not completely confirmed the news, we cannot act hastily. William, you He also said that the general trend lies with us. We have passed the initial stage of taking risks and taking risks. At this moment, the way to go is to be steady and steady."

Bolivar took a sip of water and continued: "Anyway, the mutants in Payne's place are all children. Of course, they can still turn the world upside down. I also understand that Payne is a more dangerous enemy than Magneto and Professor X." , he must have great intentions in taking in those children, and he even wants to establish a kingdom of mutants. Even so, in just one or two years, he will not be able to train mutant children into warriors. Since we have enough time, why should we do it because of a Unconfirmable news, and risk launching military operations in Manhattan, which is the economic center of the United States. At least, several senior officers of our alliance hope that we can investigate clearly before making a decision."

Stryker understood what Bolivar meant. The Sentinels did not just close the door and hold a small meeting to decide everything. The opinions of the members behind them had to be taken into account, especially in Manhattan, New York. That location was really Too sensitive.

He nodded immediately and asked tentatively: "So, sir, what should we do now?"

Bolivar spread his hands and said, "This is unclear. Since Mr. President has told us Payne's location, we can do some detection first, at least to determine whether his information is true, what do you think?"

"Okay, Mr. Bolivar, I'll make arrangements right away."

After Stryker left, Bolivar once again pulled out the Interpretation of Dreams from the bookshelf, opened the book, took away the bookmark, put on his gold-rimmed glasses, and read the book again.

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Through the resin lens, what Bolivar saw was not the sentences on the page, but a black and white picture scroll with a sentence on it.