As the hearing ended, the reporters rushed over and surrounded Eric and others.

The teachers and students in the college finally felt relieved when they saw this.

"It's not bad." Logan was standing behind the students at some point. When he saw the meeting, he commented, and after saying that, he turned around and left. His relationship with Eric was not good at all, and after Scott's affairs, he would have even talked coldly. If it weren't for the hearing that all the mutants would have been involved in this hearing, he wouldn't even look at it.

"It's not just not bad." John watched the history lecturer leave and grimaced at his back. "The boss is so handsome. It would be great if he could get up and kill the dwarf."

"Kill the dwarf Mr. Eric and you won't be back." Katie retorted. "It's great now. From today on, people know what's going on with us. They shouldn't be as hostile as before."

"Can you be more stupid than putting your hopes on others?" Mary said softly and stood up. "I've finished watching the live broadcast. Is it time to start class, Miss Ororo?"

Only then did Ororo turn his gaze away as if he woke up from a dream. After she reacted, she hurriedly called and took the students away.

Qin followed her out of the hall. When she was about to go out, she suddenly looked back. The professor was staying alone, looking at the screen expressionlessly.

There was a scene where Eric answered questions surrounded by reporters. The dazzling afternoon sun shone on him, making him shine like a golden armored god of war.

At the other end of the picture, Eric was talking dryly. The reporters rarely saw the mutant with their own eyes. Now they don’t want to let the target go easily.

"Okay, the interview time is over, and I have the opportunity to meet you again on behalf of the gentleman." Ms. Mora acted as the press officer. When she felt that the matter to be explained was basically reached and the reporter's question became more and more harsh, she and Hank protected Eric and rushed out of the crowd.

Hank was still in fear when he walked in the car he was riding.

"I didn't expect that there were more and more reporters, and they rushed up like ants who discovered honey. I was almost overthrown by them." He said.

Ms. Mora feels the same.

"Even Trask and Stryk are surrounded by people, let alone Eric," she said, and then remembered Trask's angry look.

"Where are those two guys?" Hank asked, wanting these two people to go to court.

Of course, Stryker was called away by officials from the Ministry of Defense. He is an active-duty soldier and is involved in such an unreputable incident. The Ministry of Defense has begun an investigation into him.

And Trask is another situation.

He was taking small steps, hurriedly following a man in black clothes to avoid the reporter and follow him and leave.

"Mr. Trask," the man in black said in a cold face, walking in front of him without looking back. "Your performance once again disrupted our plans, just like the stupid things you did decades ago."

Trask is so regretful now that he never expected that the consequence of being unable to hold back would be exposed. Through the two bastards, Eric and Stryker, he has become the target of public criticism.

When did they have such a tacit understanding? Trask tried to break his head and didn't understand how this mortal enemy would cooperate.

"What should I do now?" He said in panic. After a series of blows from prison and bankruptcy, he was no longer the billionaire. The former large enterprise, the Trask Group, had already dissipated in the wind. Now he is just a puppet at his command. Without external help, it would be difficult for him to turn over, let alone revenge on his enemies. He originally planned to make a comeback with the power of these people, but now he vaguely saw the prison waving to himself again.

Now he could only count on this man's help, and Trask looked at his back hopefully until the man in black got into a prepared car.

Trask was about to follow him in, but was stopped by the man's assistant and the car door was closed.

"Find a national flag, put it on your body, and hire a good lawyer." The man said coldly from the car, then closed the window, and the car left by himself.

Trask looked at the far away car helplessly and stood lonely. Not long after, he was surrounded by a group of reporters who rushed over after hearing the news.

It was not just reporters who acted, but the promised help from medical interest groups finally played a role. Under their push, the crowds of traveling gathered in Washington and headed towards the Capitol.

"Mutuals are also humans, protecting minority rights."

"Be equal, don't discriminate."

Nearly 10,000 protesters held rallies and tours in Washington to protest persecution and discrimination against mutants. At the same time, a wave of protests was set off in the New York area where Eric led students to participate in the rescue operation.

If Eric watches TV at this moment, he can see the fat Nick, Mariano and the black driver who once gave him a business card. The ones who faced them were some forces that firmly opposed to mutants. They held sensational titles and vigorously promoted the harms that would bring about the release of mutant control, but they were soon drowned in the tide of travel.

This demonstration attracted a large number of reporters to conduct interviews.

"We must unite and fight for our own rights." Nick led a team of purely mutants and their families. I don't know where he brought so many compatriots. You must know that most mutants want to hide themselves, but when they saw a glimmer of hope, under the instigation of the guy Nick, they finally put down their concerns and spontaneously came to the street to express their demands. Nick walked in front first, with his upper body naked and painted his chest and back with red paint, indicating that his compatriots had flowed too much blood for human hostility. The red on his body hurt the mutants behind him like red blood. They waved the slogans and shouted slogans even harder.

Next to them is a larger team, composed of African-American blacks, Asians and Hispanics. These minority leaders have many years of experience in leading tours. They take more attention than mutants. They not only shout slogans, but also perform artists, which has caused many journalists and tourists to come to take photos and interview them.

"In 1955, a middle-aged black woman in Montgomery was arrested by police on a bus because she did not give up her seat to a white passenger. In fact, she was just sore in her legs at that time and needed to sit for a while. However, when the police received a call, they imprisoned her unreasonably. Why is this because discrimination is legal." A black pastor sat in a car in the queue, roaring loudly with a horn in his hand.

"The seniors fought for this, and after paying the price of two hundred compatriots being sentenced to prison, we finally won the belated justice a year later. But discrimination is everywhere and never really disappeared from this country, and it remains the same decades later. Experience tells us that if we sit down and watch the pain of others today, tomorrow the pain will reappear in us." The pastor waved the Bible in his hand and pointed at the people in the team and shouted: "What are we going to do?"

"Protest! Protest! Protest!" People followed him and shouted loudly, and their fists instantly rose up like a jungle.

The reporters recorded all this with a phase mirror. They were as if they had a treasure and traveled for African and Hispanics. They had gone on a lot of trips, and it was almost every day. Asians have also begun to express their demands in this way in recent years. However, it was the first time that mutants took to the streets for themselves, which was unprecedented. Out of professional sensitivity, the reporters already felt that a wave was coming, and the equipment in their hands would record history.

"Madam, are you also a mutant?" A female reporter stopped a white woman. She looked gray-haired and about fifty or sixty years old.

"No, I'm not." The old woman shook her head.

"So your family or friends are related to mutants?" the female reporter asked again.

"My son is a firefighter. He died in a firefighting operation. When I heard that mutants helped FDNY to put out fires, I was very sad. If society had treated mutants equally and accepted their help, maybe my son would not have left so young, so when I heard the news, I rushed over from Brooklyn to participate in the tour." The old woman answered the female reporter's questions while walking.

"Keyou. The journey started in Manhattan. They were going to walk all the way to the Bronx. Don't you feel tired?" asked the female reporter worriedly, looking at the old woman's tired look with sweat on her head.

"Yes, my feet hurt, but my heart is very relaxed and calm. I feel like my son and I stand together. I hope he can rest in peace because of his mother's behavior." The old woman said with a chuckling. At this moment, she looked resolute and kind. The female reporter was moved by her and stared at the former firefighter's mother leaving with the crowd.

"Let the world be just like the water surging, and social justice surging like rivers." As she was watching the mother, the team behind her crossed her, and people seemed to be rushing rivers, moving forward along the avenue.

Eric did not see the old woman's answer. He was about to rush to the airport where Hank was docking. While walking, he left some small steel balls while unprepared. They were either scattered in the grass or fused on metal lamp posts. Under his ability, the security personnel did not pay any attention to it until they were sent to the airport, and these former soldiers completed the task.

"Sir." Just as I was about to board the plane, someone suddenly called Eric. He looked back and said, "It was the young man who had a conflict with him in front of the hearing hall."

"Sorry, I blame you for your mistake." The young man lowered his proud head. He had always regarded mutants as the source of social chaos. After debates at the hearing, he learned about those unknown past events.

"I don't know that mutants have also served for the country. I apologize to you for my actions." The young man said again.

Eric glanced at him deeply, this was a good guy.

"What's your name?" Eric asked.

"Smaug." replied the young man.

"This is the name of a dragon." Eric was a little surprised.

The young man shrugged.

"My father was a fanatical fan of Tolkien when he was young, and he still is still there." When talking about the father of this fan, Mr. Smaug's face was a little embarrassed. He had been angry about his name.

"Say hello to Lingzun on my behalf." Eric smiled when he realized his embarrassment.

"Mr. Smaug?" He called out to the young man again after just two steps. "You are a hero."

Smaug waved at Eric, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

"Remember, we will meet again." Eric pointed at Shimadun, then turned around and boarded the aircraft.
Chapter completed!