In the academy, Ororo moved the TV to the hall, and students from high and low grades immediately rushed in, crowding on the sofa waiting for the live broadcast.

"Professor, come quickly." After Katie occupied the middle of the sofa, she suddenly found that the old man was not there. She quickly waved to the distance.

When the professor heard it, he waved to the girl with a smile but did not step forward. He always liked to be with the children, and the body that made him feel old was also infected by their vitality. But today, for some reason, he suddenly resisted being too close to young people. He began to feel that those young and lively children were a great irony of their old attitude.

He gently moved his wheelchair, glanced at the corridor again, finally sighed, slowly came to the back of the students, and slightly distanced them.

"Oh my God, Mr. Eric was caught by humans!" A little boy with a blue tongue screamed. The TV showed Eric's shaped close-up like a silkworm. The photographer who shot this scene was very clever. He showed that Eric was restrained and forced. On one side, there were people from the crowded government departments, and on the other side were representatives of mutants. Although Ms. Mora was behind him, the camera completely ignored her, so there was a strong contrast in the picture, as if Eric had fought against a group of senior public servants. The influence of this lens language was too strong. Although he knew that Eric was unlikely to encounter danger, the students were still a little panicked. Ororo also held his hands and covered his lips, pressing the exclamation that reached his mouth with them.

Fortunately, a turnaround soon occurred and the chairman of the hearing committee intervened.

In the hearing hall, Senator Bill, the chairman of the hearing, looked at the reporters happily and slapped Eric's innocent appearance with a headache, and asked annoyedly to the people next to him: "Who came up with the idea, why is it so exaggerated?"

His companions heard the Chairman's agitated and quickly waved to their assistants to come.

"We are not without safety preparations. How can we do this in front of so many reporters? Are you going to tell the public that they have selected a group of cowards?" His Excellency the Chairman lowered his voice and said angrily. "Hurry up and untie him for me!"

"Unlock all?" The assistant looked bitter and hesitated a little.

"All!" the chairman raised his voice. "Since you want to make a remedy, let him out completely. Go quickly!" He waved his hand impatiently and drove his assistant down.

The assistant hurried down and found the security personnel. Under the order, they walked towards Eric unwillingly.

Eric did not give them a chance. He used the metal in his body to turn into a sharp saw and quietly cut open the solid cloak and fixed ropes. As soon as the guard's attitude changed, he noticed it, broke free from all the constraints and liberated himself from the layers of forbidden.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, I am finally free now." Eric broke out of his cocoon, stood up in the screams of everyone, and nodded to the chairman of the hearing to express his gratitude. "You will not bother you with these small things. I hope that before the hearing is officially held, I will first clarify my identity. I am a representative of the mutant group, not a criminal waiting for trial or the head of an exiled country. I am not here to ask for material assistance from you. I just need to get something back for my compatriots, that is fairness of being late."

Eric stood proudly in the hall, looking firmly at the big guys. His voice echoed in the hall. The shocked and panicked guards behind him became the perfect background to set off him. Flashes of white light flashed by, and the reporters recorded the scene.

"He said it's so good, we just want fairness." John said in front of the TV with his fists.

His interruption was immediately rebuked by his classmates.

"Shut up and don't talk." The teachers and students looked nervously.

Eric's words aroused the dissatisfaction of the other party, and the Justice Department officials who were asked to come and testify were slapped.

"Mutants must be fair, who will give justice to the law?" The official accused loudly: "I would like to ask everyone here to pay attention. Not only do I have a criminal record of mutants over the years, but the representative of the mutant who demands justice in front of me also publicly attacked the police and disrupted order not long ago."

"He was right," Eric said immediately afterwards. "Not only did I do it, but if there was something similar next time, I would still confiscate threatening weapons for my own safety."

His words immediately caused an uproar. Not only were the teachers, students and audiences in the college shocked, but the reporters even forgot the rules and rushed to put the microphone in front of him, hoping to hand it to his mouth. It was not until the Chairman repeatedly warned him that he returned to his original position.

"I'll take note of you." The noise in the halls such as Eric calmed down a little, and continued. "I'm not here to pray for alms. I'm here to express kindness in this trip. This kind of unilateral kindness has lasted for too long and for too long. My fellow countrymen have tried to make you understand over the past few decades, but have never received any response. You must understand that the mutant has been trying to restrain internal anger with great efforts. When the person on the opposite side proudly criticized us with his law, my friends have sacrificed too much."

"What evidence do you have?" yelled the Justice Department official.

Eric said tit-for-tat: "You can stand here intact now. Why not open the confidential file and present the records about mutants to the public in its original form." He pointed at the excited reporter: "The public will make the right judgment to see if what I said is true."

The Ministry of Security and the military could not sit still, so they quickly stood up and persuaded the official. When their bodies moved, a person was immediately exposed, and the children in the academy exclaimed.

"Striker, that's Stryker." They saw a man with gray hair and fat body sitting quietly on the military seat.

"He looks older than last time," Alison commented, Lorna and Katie covering her mouth together.

Eric is still talking on TV.

"We are willing to abide by the law, provided that the law must protect us like every ordinary person. If you continue to choose indifference, then my kindness today will become an ultimatum. When there is no way out, we are not afraid of war. If you insist on using violence and malice to repay our sincerity, then on Capitol Hill, in Washington, anywhere in this country, may become a battlefield. Maybe we will fail, but the mutants will not perish, and the war will continue until humans are completely destroyed."

Eric's voice spread all over the TV. His voice was neither high nor low, but it shocked every word he said.

If he was tied to a chair at this moment, people might feel ridiculous, but when he broke through the layers of restraints and stood up, many people recalled the scene of him flying in the sky, and the huge metal throne with sharp sharp thorns whistling and rotating.

"How dare he say that?" Ororo was so worried that he almost broke his bones. The professor also grabbed the front and looked at Eric for no reason.

Not all the young people were as worried as the teacher. John and Alison looked at the screen, their eyes shining.

"He said what I thought, he is so cool." John kept admiring, and Alison also expressed the same emotion.

Once they interrupted, they had missed some scenes. His Excellency the Chairman began to smooth things over and bring the hearing back to the main point.

Ms. Mora cooperated to stand up and distributed copies of evidence of the persecution of the mutant to the participants and reporters. The pictures and text records of the autopsy biopsy made the faces of most people present look ugly. They no longer doubt whether the persecution was true and understood the anger of the mutant.

His Excellency the Chairman took the evidence and looked at it for a while, then put it down.

"General Stryker." He called Stryker's rank. "Please tell me whether these graphic reports related to you are true?"

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Stryk, and saw him standing up with a pale face, hunched over his back, and nodded slowly.

The scene was immediately in an uproar. The people around Stryker looked at each other for a few seconds and quietly distanced him. The media swept the evidence they received into the camera at the right time and switched back and forth on the screen.

Now all viewers know what is going on. Looking at those bloody photos, even the most bold people feel creepy. Horror cannot be too scary when it exists in movies, but when it crosses the silver screen and smiles at you without any concealment, it will be difficult for even the person with the strongest psychological endurance to accept it.

Those present and those who were absent cursed, and now they left behind the mutant's illegality behind, only looking at reports from hell.

The Chairman frowned and stuffed the photos in his hand back into the file folder. He was silent for a while and then knocked on the table, calming everyone down and saying:

"The United States never shy away from challenges and will never be afraid of war. I hope that if the threat is threatened, I will not appear again. Regarding the persecution of mutants, based on the evidence received at the hearing and the recognition of the relevant parties, this hearing acknowledges that the persecution does exist."

The chairman paused and looked at Stryker and said, "We are not a court, and we cannot announce what punishment General Stryker's actions will be subject to, but we confirm this situation and will submit a report to Congress. How the trial will be decided by the court."

"As for the mutant..." the chairman pondered, and before he could organize his language, he interrupted his thoughts alone.

"Please wait." A dwarf, one meter three, broke into the center of the venue from the invitee's seat. Although he was low, he had a very thick beard and a pair of extremely thick glasses. He was very bookish and looked like a scholar.

It was Trask, and he finally couldn't help but jump out.

"Sir, please listen to my opinion before you make your judgment on mutants. I am Bolivar Trask, an expert in mutants. I have a lot to tell you." He turned around and pointed at Eric and shouted. "Mutants are never innocent victims as they say."
Chapter completed!