In the lounge where Eric and his party stayed, a live broadcast of Tony's hearing was on the TV screen.

"The power of the weapon of Iron Man is too great and may pose a threat to the safety of the lives and property of the American people, so we may have to consider taking it back from you..." The senator who presided over the hearing made a helpless expression. Tony pressed his forehead anxiously, which was a tough attitude he had not expected, but he had to overcome it.

"Then forget it." Tony was sitting and looking straight at the other party. "I am Iron Man, Iron Man is me. If I hand over this steel shell, I have no human dignity. What is the difference between this and slavery---As far as I know, in this country, even prostitutes have human dignity."

Tony solemnly expressed his attitude in the midst of the onlookers.

"Even prostitutes know not to hand over their clients easily, so I won't hand over it."

The confrontation between Tony and the Senator gradually became fierce, and the official attitude was tough, and the situation gradually became unfavorable to Tony.

"That's Iron Man?" The students gathered around with a serious expression.

They have all heard of Tony's deeds, such as flying around the sky, breaking through the order of the no-fly zone, shooting down fighter planes, and knocking down all kinds of criminals. Although they have seen him before in industrial parks and campgrounds, he was either fighting or being surrounded by bodyguards at that time, and only Eric could get in touch with him. It was the first time he had seen him appearing on TV without reservation like now.

But no matter what his performance was, he was also a member of ordinary people, and ordinary people also had to press forward step by step towards their own kind, which made the young mutants feel very uneasy.

"Boss, why do we take responsibility for Stark?" During the break in the hearing, Baby took the initiative to ask the mentor, and billionaires like Stark were coveted just because of the steel armor. The scene of being suppressed by the government touched them a lot.

Eric nodded to frowning John first, indicating that there was no electromagnetic field that the eavesdropping device should have, and then explained to Baby.

"Because we need this war more than Stark, we need the public to recognize the existence of differences and even conflicts. As the victim, we can enjoy more advantages. Look outside." He pointed his finger outside the window, and a group of expressionless black guards surrounded the building closely. They looked serious and some of their attention was turned to the outside, but more of them pointed inside the building, and they occasionally peeked through the window.

"They seem to be protecting us. But it is difficult for you to judge what they are secretly engaging in. Where we can't see, there may be an undercurrent coming quietly. Human attitudes are very delicate. They express friendship to you, and they constantly test your bottom line. Once they find that their attitudes are loose, they will be surrounded like leeches that smell bloody. Therefore, the knocking must be carried out all the time, and they cannot beat them too much. They cannot forget our attitude and strength."

"Then when will we win?" Pete asked everyone's thoughts, and the development of the situation made them feel a little worried.

"This is a hidden war. We have to wait until people recognize the dominant position of mutants from the bottom of their hearts and willingly accept our protection and rules." Eric sighed almost unpredictably. He had many ways to speed up this process so that humans could not move their strength to play tricks, but some invisible restriction bound his hands and feet, and he could only rely on time to slowly get through.

The President's Office. A conspiracy against mutants is still brewing.

"This is the new Magneto, an outstanding figure that the mutant group has welcomed after decades of internal consumption." "Compared with his predecessor, Professor Xavier, the new leader's attitude is more proactive and confident. Compared with another Magneto, he is rational and restrained enough. It is him who broke the dull deadlock and made the mutant appear in the public's sight. I want to say that he chose a good entry point and is very good at using public sympathy and curiosity. He is changing the split situation of the mutant, so our biggest opponent is this person."

"But as far as we know, the other two mutants are stronger than him, which also means they are more dangerous." Military representatives expressed their cautious opposition, and they must consider more security.

Constantine laughed, her lips filled with sarcasm.

"In the past few centuries, the British Empire's strategy has shed blood in the countries across the strait. Is this the strength of the island country stronger than the mainland countries combined? No, it is just that it correctly guides the situation. If one country is too strong, there will naturally be another country rising to regain the lost balance. Today I want to propose a new balance of power to you - the mutant balance strategy. Abandon that person's influence and bring the world back to its original route. Magneto is controlled by Professor Xavier, who is distracted to deal with his old friends and let everything return to its origin. When the college and the brotherhood are restrained as before, we grow rapidly, and one day two old people will be driven into the grave of history."

"What price do we have to pay to convince them?" Seeing the dawn of hope, people asked one after another.

"Nothing has to be paid." Constantine smiled on her thin cheek. "Sustaining the status quo, no longer recruiting mutants to the army, and not trying to control sensitive figures, this can minimize friction, and economic benefits can be left to the Brotherhood and the Academy to share. In this war, we only need to do one thing, that is, to concentrate all our strength to push Magneto off the stage and let his original supporters deal with him. Mutants do not need a unique leader."

"So, who's going to deal with mutants?" the president asked the final question. "Secretary McCoy looks more inclined toward the new leader, and I don't think he's a good conversation partner."

"Then let's go around him and look for Xavier directly. I have an ordinary person who cares about mutants. Professor Xavier's old friend, former agent Cia, who was born and died for the country, and is worthy of our trust." Constantine walked to the window and breathed the fresh air outside the window comfortably, fiddling with the globe next to her. "I believe that she will bring us exciting good news."

When the White House planned a plot, in order to relieve students' anxiety, the college and his group were walking near the Washington Monument, where the Lincoln Memorial was to the west, Capitol Hill was to the east, and the White House was a mile away to the north. Of course, they don't need to go there yet.

The young people lowered their heads and thought. During this period, they had become accustomed to living carefree under Eric's wings. Today, they suddenly discovered changes and felt the pressure they were under again. They only thought about thinking and did not pay any attention to the fact that they were walking past those famous buildings. As mutants who have been persecuted by the state for many years, they had a very weak feeling about the human landscape. No matter how the professor instilled a positive side, it was difficult for them to resonate with things that had nothing to do with them.

In order to relieve their tense emotions, Eric clapped his hands to wake up the students' attention.

"Maybe you can try spiritual travel, which will make you feel better." Eric looked at the children with a doting look.

"What is that?" Mary asked with her eyes wide open, everyone was curious about this noun she had never heard of.

“A wonderful feeling, occasionally I use it to regulate my emotions.”

Eric asked them to close their eyes, hold hands and form a circle, and slowly feel the imaginary landscape.

"You are boarding a boat, with blue sky above your head, and seagulls and storks flying around you, without clouds, but the wind is very strong, and the boat is moving forward at a speed of seven to eight nautical miles per hour..."

Under the guidance of the instructor, the students seemed to have experienced the era of war again. Through the smoke of gunpowder, the narrow and long sail battleships rose up against the huge waves of the rushing sea tide, drew through the arc-shaped wave-topped warships to turn their direction, charged bravely in the direction they came, forcibly entering the enemy fleet, opening the black muzzles on both sides, bombarding the opponent's warships one by one, tearing the fierce enemy to pieces.

Then the scene changed, and the storm replaced humans as a new opponent. It came from a very distant place, rolled up a thin white line, and pushed towards the side with a noisy whistling sound under the endless darkness behind it. The calm ocean suddenly turned into a steep valley. After finally climbing up the top of a ravine hill, another ruthless rain curtain pushed to a new low.

The wind was blowing, and lightning was thunder and lightning.

Eric slowly recited Byron's poems, introducing the students into the artistic conception of pirates.

"Our bold career,

Breaking through the symphony of the storm,

From work to rest, all are happy times.

Who can understand this beautiful state?

Not you, a coquettish slave.”

The young man closed his eyes tightly and responded in unison.

"Sleep cannot soothe you, and joy cannot infect you.

Who knows that pleasure, unless his soul is baptized by pain,

And soared proudly on the vast ocean..."

In a trance, they really experienced a vivid and real life again and again. The pulse was fluttering and ecstasy, which was only the wanderers who were seeking survival in desperate situations could experience. For this happiness, they faced the battle; for this happiness, they enjoyed adventure.

Unconsciously, their pressure gradually faded, tears flowed down their faces into their necks, murmuring and repeating the poem full of passion. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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