In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Chairman Watsonton put his hands in his pants pockets, looking down at the Senate representative climbing the helicopter parked on the ground and leaving the island where the laboratory is.

When the aircraft swayed over the barrier of the strait and disappeared into the layers of buildings in the distant cities, a feeling of regret slowly grew in his heart. He hated that he had not insisted on his opinion. The world-renowned pharmaceutical giant was convinced by the representatives of politicians in a few words. He easily reversed his attitude, which made Watsonton feel extremely uncomfortable.

But he also understands that the views within the company need respect. Moglani, who speaks for politicians, is not alone. Behind him is the major shareholder who is eager to gain more benefits. Watsonton himself can care about social responsibility, but others may not think so. This conflict in this position cannot be reversed at will with just one sentence. Too tough will only cause the situation to get out of control.

When the former president was alive, he launched fierce criticisms on medical interest groups on behalf of other industries that supported him. Although this criticism eventually became a political means without a definite law, and the former president himself also died in an accident, the influence of that time was far from over. As the leader of the industry, it was not easy for Watsonton to maintain his current status.

People hate the high medical expenses so much that they have caused such a bizarre tourism project. Patients would rather endure physical and mental pain to come to backward countries overseas to accept medical projects that are difficult to estimate risks than enjoy first-class medical equipment and first-class medical staff services in their own country. The reasons for this are clear to industry insiders, but like all stubborn problems, no one can solve them.

From the moment the interest group was formed, it turned into a monster lying on the sick body of the people sucking blood. People in the group enjoyed the various benefits it brought, but it was difficult for them to reconcile the contradictions through self-discipline. When people outside the group wanted to start changing the status quo, they would be attacked by vested interests. This phenomenon has become deeply rooted with the growth of the country. It is not that politicians can make the sky disappear by making a few promises.

What's more, it also involves the issue of mutants. For a private reason that does not want to be made public, Watsonton's promotion of the route of becoming an enemy of mutants has caused a lot of controversy within the company.

Now he can only pray for God to bless the experiment without any problems, and then he gets through the difficulties with the help of the senator. Watsonton thought so, and then his assistant woke him up.

"Dad?" Accompanied by his assistant, a handsome young man in a slightly fat beige coat walked in.

Watsonton turned around, a gentle smile barely appeared on his gloomy face.

"Wallen, my son, are you okay?" He pulled his son and sat down.

Warren nodded, his appearance was a little timid. He had no confidence that his peers should have and Zhang Yang, as pitiful as a child who had done something wrong. His son's appearance fell into the eyes of Chairman Watsonton, and he felt more and more pressure.

"The new drug has not yet been finalized. We need to observe its toxic side effects before we can use it for you. Just stay at home. Why do you have to run so far to see me?" The father blamed him, while clenching his son's hand, and family affection and blame came at the same time. Warren could only nod in succession.

Then the young man took off his coat and exposed his two very tightly bound white wings behind him. Watsonton observed for a while and then put them on him with his own hands.

"It's a little bigger, but don't worry. I'll find a solution before sending you to college." My father murmured, and suddenly a burst of anger surged up. "Damn mutants!"

He cursed fiercely, as if his son was not a member of the mutant, but had an infectious disease that caused human body mutation.

When Warren's eyes, with his back to his father, turned his back to his father, immediately dimmed.

In an area that the father and son could not observe, an invisible force slowly retracted. It left the chairman's office. It plunged into the floor and came to the most important virus isolation room without any obstacles.

In this heavily guarded room, dozens of isolation boxes of different models were placed separately. Each box made of reinforced glass contained a virus-infused organism. The growth performance of these organisms was recorded by researchers. Some of them could maintain a basically normal appearance, while others had become strange - either an extra large organ, or a part of the body became deformed, some of them had shed hair and bare scales all over their bodies.

Behind these small isolation boxes, a giant rat was displayed separately from afar. When the force approached, it raised its head sensitively, and its purple-red eyes stared at the air with vigilance.

A breeze blew through the sealed thickened box, and the giant rat's hair suddenly stood up. It suddenly jumped up and roared hoarsely in the sky.

The monitor in the corner of the wall immediately noticed the change. The observer through a window immediately issued an order. Soon, four fully armed security guards holding high-voltage electric shock weapons on standby rushed in.

"What's wrong?" Watsonton, who rushed over after hearing the news, asked the surveillance monitor.

"Nothing was found." The monitor reported, and then made his own guess. "Probably because he had left it alone for too long, and the experiment was a little irritated."

It turned out that it was a false alarm. Watsonton breathed a sigh of relief. When the force that touched the alert retreated like a tide, the giant rat also returned to its usual quietness. Now the chairman was more convinced of his subordinates' judgment.

"Look at it and report it to me any time you have anything to do." After giving a few instructions, Watsonton left with his son and assistant. When his son Warren looked at the giant mouse's small eyes accidentally before leaving the door, the young man suddenly shuddered.

"Eric?" On the playground of the academy, Ororo was shouting at the master of the power. "Do you want to try again?"

"Come on this." Eric answered open his eyes and then walked back to the center of the lawn with the Stormwoman, intending to observe how Ororo's power works.

Although he and Qin speculated that the talent of mutants is not entirely due to the effect of genes, there will definitely be some commonalities. Perhaps everyone is the same at the most fundamental source, which means that the fire man may not have to control the flames. On the other hand, it is possible to form low temperatures by absorbing heat. Therefore, observing the operating modes of other people's abilities has become an important lesson designed by Eric for himself.

In this world, he is far from the strongest one. Now there are opposition forces among humans, and unknown threats will continue to arise in the future. Although the professor has lost important resistance after being eliminated, he also loses strong support. If humans are willing to pay a huge price, they can still cause immeasurable harm to him. If they want to evolve in peace, they can only choose to be strong to avoid anyone having other thoughts. Therefore, Eric must be clear about the pressure and make himself stronger every day than in the past.

Ororo also understood this, so she actively cooperated.

After a fluctuation of force field, the clear sky darkened, and thick dark clouds gathered from all over the place, quickly covering half of the sky.

The branches were floating, swaying slightly at first, and soon swung in the wind. Shining lightning flashed in the black clouds above, and the huge thunder was deafening, like countless troops walking proudly from the void, trying to conquer the world with their majestic spirit.

Eric stood opposite the Stormwoman, staring at her quietly with his eyes squinted. Ororo seemed to feel a silent urging, so the output of the force field increased to a higher level.

The dark clouds almost pressed down against the ground, and a storm that blew from a very far away swept across the cold air, and soon formed tiny ice around Eric. However, the white frost flowers naturally changed direction before they approached his body. It was an invisible magnetic field that was silently rotating and spontaneously produced protection, and even a trace of frozen air could not seep into his body.

Eric reached out to feel the force field emitted by Ororo. The nature of the storm woman's power is quite different from his magnetic field talent. She does not have a similar source like the piano. Sometimes he feels that he has nothing to gain, but he is just futile, but occasionally an inadvertent flash of inspiration, as if he quietly plucked a few transparent strings, and thunder and lightning sounded in the air several times.

Without opening his mouth, the storm never stopped. Dark clouds hovered over the playground to form two rainfall belts as big as baseball fields. At first, the rain was just a thin drop of water, which gradually increased over time, and later turned into a heavy rain.

The change was discovered on the main building. The professor left the office and looked at it from a distance from the balcony. Logan couldn't stop the curious Laura and the lower grade students, so he simply took them out of the classroom to observe.

Just as people were worried that a rain in winter would flood the playground, the storm suddenly stopped and the raindrops no longer fell. The thick dark clouds above were surging violently, and were torn to the left and right by invisible giant hands.

"Is this Ororo?" Logan was a little surprised. In his impression, it was very easy for the storm girl to disperse the storm.

"He succeeded." The professor shook his head, turned his wheelchair and moved back to his office.

Behind him, a ray of sunlight finally passed through the gaps of the dark clouds, and then another, a light yellow beam of light pierced straight into the dark shadow like a spear thrown by Apollo from the chariot. The dark cloud rolled in pain, howled silently for a while, suddenly stiffened for a moment, and then turned into vanishing, disappearing into the void as if it had never appeared.

At this moment, the playground is sunny and the accumulated water flows away quickly through the drainage channel.

Ororo rushed over happily. Eric hugged her and kissed her for a while, and suddenly looked out as if he felt aware.
Chapter completed!