American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 195: Tang Song's Gift

Milky Way Galaxy, a massive starship named Sanctuary. On a simple yet majestic throne, a Purple Giant sat, propping his chin, lost in thought.

Purple skin, a giant vertically-ridged chin, usually wearing a blue and gold suit with golden shoulder armor and golden short boots, and a blue and gold helmet with a gemstone on his forehead! Everything about this Purple Giant was just right; even his eyes were so distinct, clear, and clean, as if conforming to some ancient rhythm that had existed between Heaven and Earth since time immemorial.

This was a melancholic, contemplative Man, filled with the concept of Death, looking very clean, very pure, a very pure Man.

When he smiled, he smiled; when he was angry, he was angry; when he was in thought, he was as clear as water; when he was contemplating, he was as serene as ice.

A sound of footsteps came, and a Wizard tore through the air, appearing before Thanos, kneeling respectfully on one knee.

"Great Eternal Titan, My Lord, we have found the whereabouts of an Infinity Stone!"

The Purple Giant snapped back from his gaze with a certain great existence. He lowered his head and said with a calm smile, "Oh? Ebony Maw, which Infinity Stone?"

Ebony Maw knelt on one knee. "Great Eternal Titan, it is the Mind Stone!"

Narrowing his eyes, Thanos said indifferently, "If you know its whereabouts, then retrieve the gemstone!"

"Great Eternal Titan, the Mind Stone is the scepter of a wild Deity on a Primitive Planet," Ebony Maw's eyes flashed with a strange light.

"Have Corvus Glaive take the Black Order there!" Thanos waved his hand gently. "A Primitive Deity, you few should be able to handle it!"

Corvus Glaive, like Ebony Maw, was a member of the Black Order. Unlike the cunning and treacherous Ebony Maw, he was a pure General, brutal and cold-blooded, willing to pay any price to perfectly execute orders.

He was a true "worshipper" of Thanos; in his eyes, Thanos was a true Deity.

For other civilizations in the Milky Way Galaxy, Corvus Glaive and the Black Order he led always played the role of a Destroyer.

He was the Hand of War, the Vanguard of Destruction. Wherever he and his fleet went, flames that would never extinguish would ignite, sweeping all existence into his war of conquest.

He was a fearsome Warrior.

Ebony Maw lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Yes, Great Eternal Titan!"

In space, two starships detached from the massive fleet, slowly leaping out of the fleet formation and heading towards the distance.

"Mr. President, I just returned to New York. My plane had an accident, as you heard. Thank you for your concern. Fortunately, I had some temporary matters and transferred flights midway!"

Inside the study, Lane, Kane, Frank, and Sloan stood quietly aside, listening to Boss Tang on the phone.

"My subordinates said that our business has been affected by this terrorist attack in New York. Is there some misunderstanding here?"

"No, no, with our relationship, my business naturally includes a share for you. You want to make a call? That's too much trouble for you. Next time I go to Washington, I will definitely prepare a great gift for you!"

Hanging up the phone, Tang Song let out a turbid breath, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes as he looked at his subordinates. "You all heard? I need to prepare a great gift for our Mr. President. Any suggestions?"

Lane and the others naturally knew about the Boss's attack, and even the private jet he had just bought not long ago was destroyed.

Kane clenched his fist and grunted, "Boss, I'll go kill that President. I was in charge of his security before, his security has loopholes, I'm confident I can kill him!"

Two months ago, Kane resigned from his position as Secret Service Director, "retiring" honorably, and became the President of Tang Security Company again.

Because of this experience as President, Tang Security Company's business orders have increased by 300% during this period.

"If two consecutive Presidents are assassinated, the entire Federation will probably go crazy, and the matters will be difficult to handle!" Lane looked at Tang Song and said, "Boss, I have an idea!"

A month had passed since Tang Song's private jet exploded, and everything seemed calm.

Under the White House's hint, some departments that were originally targeting Boss Tang's gray business had reined in their actions, and everything seemed as if nothing had happened.

The only one with a headache was perhaps our Minister of Defense. The disappearance of the Federation's most advanced missile destroyer was not so easy to conceal.

Not only did Congress need an explanation, but countries around the world were closely watching the Federation's military movements. A mysteriously disappeared Federal missile destroyer was enough to keep Intelligence Department around the world busy for a long time.

To hide it from so many eyes, a perfect reason was needed.

He just didn't expect that he wouldn't have to bother finding a reason for himself soon! At Tang Manor, Tang Song still sat in the Lake Heart Pavilion of the Manor, holding a purple bamboo fishing rod, watching the sunlight scatter on the Lake Surface like crushed gold.

His figure was reflected in the lake water. Above the head of the figure in the water, two streams of energy flow, one black and one white, seemed to circle, sometimes transforming into a Tai Chi Yin-Yang Fish, and sometimes circling him several times as black and white streams before disappearing into his heavenly spirit.

Just as Tang Song was fishing, Lane walked up to him. "Boss, Magneto sent a message. According to the original plan, they found William Stryker's whereabouts!"

Tang Song snapped his fingers, rubbing the black jade thumb ring on his thumb, looking at the pond full of lotus in the lake, and said with a smile,

"The package is ready. I just don't know if our Mr. President will like this gift!"

"Victor, long time no see!"

On an American Hercules helicopter, a dozen mutants were injected with potent tranquilizer and locked in iron cages.

William Stryker looked at the sleeping Sabretooth, his eyes filled with a hint of melancholy.

Back then, when the Federal CIA formed the Special Operations Team, he was the Director, and Sabretooth Victor was his most loyal subordinate.

Unfortunately, for the Weapon X Program, Stryker looked at Victor with a gaze as if looking at a piece of goods, a piece of weapon.

Then he turned around and returned to the front passenger seat of the plane! In a hidden corner he didn't see, inside Sabretooth's body, a button-sized tracking device was quietly emitting a frequency!

On the outskirts of New York, a hill behind Raccoon City, a fighter jet hovered and took off, breaking through the air.

The magnetic levitation takeoff device and the fighter jet's outer coating could evade radar and infrared scan.

"The target base is ahead!"

In the dense mountain forest, a dam was faintly visible. Red Queen's voice came from the computer.

"Boss, the locator provided by Magneto shows that William Stryker's base is below the Dam Base!"

"Block all signals from the Dam Base and the outside world, including the satellite monitoring this place!"

After Red Queen completed the control, Tang Song signaled Kane. Kane nodded, pulled open the hatch, and jumped down with five people.

The black Black Demon Glider glided through the air, and Kane and the others quickly landed in the jungle.

Tang Song took a step, standing above the dam. His divine sense swept down towards the dam below. Soon, the piercing siren sound below immediately echoed throughout the entire Base.

After communication with the outside world was cut off, the Military Base's security system finally began to operate slowly and surely.

The Base's anti-aircraft machine guns, network of fire, were all activated, and organized soldiers were dispatched to search for the Intruder.

Tang Song strolled leisurely into the Base, his entire body enveloped in a layer of black and white radiance.

Seeing the Intruder, the Base Soldiers fired at him frantically. To prevent the mutants, who were used as experiment material, from rioting, the soldiers in the Base were professionally trained.

Their weapons were not all ordinary propellant firearms; some were taser guns with electric shock effects, and tranquilizer guns loaded with fast-acting coma agent.

Mutants' special abilities were varied, but in most cases, they could not withstand bullets.

Once suppressed by firearms firepower, these Ability User who had not undergone professional training would fall into helplessness and panic, and eventually be captured by ordinary soldiers who had an absolute advantage in numbers.

But whether it was firearms or tranquilizer guns, they had no effect on Tang Song.

The black and white radiance enveloping Tang Song's entire body swam like a Yin-Yang Fish, representing the Extreme Yin Corpse Evil Energy of the extremes of life and death, and a trace of the purest Life Evil Energy nurtured from the child born from the belly of that Celestial corpse.

Together, they formed the ultimate Yin-Yang Life-Death Two Extremes Evil Energy.

As the Yin-Yang Fish rotated, like black and white grinding mills, the bullets shot at Tang Song all turned into metal dust.

"Bang bang bang!"

Kane and a few others rushed into this Base on their Black Demon Glider. The machine guns and small missiles on the Black Demon Glider were fired out like they were free, pushing back the soldiers in the Base steadily!

Tang Song at this time grabbed a thin, middle-aged man wearing a white protective suit and who was somewhat bald.

"Are you part of the leadership of this Base?"

The Research Personnel looked at Tang Song, who was calm and collected and strolling leisurely, and said bitterly,

"I wouldn't say leadership." The Research Personnel shook his head and said, "I am only responsible for proposing experiment plans and leading the Research Team to overcome difficulties."

Tang Song looked at his half-bald head, with an expression that showed it was just as he expected.

The Research Personnel's expression became even more bitter.

"Where are all the Weapon X Program experiment records?"

"They are in the Vault upstairs." The Research Personnel lowered his head and said softly, "I don't know who you are, but no matter how powerful the influence behind you, it's impossible to oppose the Federal Government."

"Is that so?!" Tang Song casually pointed a finger at his brow.

Bang! The back of this Research Personnel's head was directly blown open with a bloody hole.

In a sealed room upstairs, Tang Song split the alloy door in half with a hand chop, revealing the space inside.

The research data accumulated over many years by the Weapon X Program filled dozens of shelves, all stored in the Archive Repository.

To avoid potential electronic intrusion, William Stryker was extremely cautious and required all data to be recorded on paper. Only a small portion of extremely special intelligence could be stored on hard drives in an internal system that had no physical network connection with the outside world.

Tang Song stood in the center of the archive room, slowly flipping through the classified data, while commenting on the contents.

"Tsk tsk tsk, how interesting. Judging from the capital flow of this Military Base, the Weapon X Program is not only supported by the Federal Government, but also continuously funded by interest groups like the military-industrial complex and pharmaceutical giants. They must have gotten some benefit from the mutant gene."

These words sounded weightless, light and airy, but the meaning behind them was enough to make one's hair stand on end and be shocking.

Brainwashing mutants with powerful special abilities to make them perfectly loyal soldiers.

Collecting mutant cells, performing cloning, creating humanoid weapons.

Conducting long-term carcinogenic radiation on mutants with self-healing ability to observe the effect and develop special efficacy anti-cancer agents.

This was just the tip of the iceberg; there were even more hair-raising forbidden experiments...

The Weapon X Program, which had lasted for decades, no longer adhered to its original purpose of "preventing the Soviet Union and domestic mutants."

In pursuit of breakthrough results, General William Stryker had long abandoned the honor and conscience of a soldier. No matter how despicable or filthy, even leading beasts to devour humans, he wouldn't care.

No wonder that Research Personnel warned Tang Song that even the most powerful influence couldn't uncover this place.

Too many people's interests were involved here. United, they were enough to subvert half the Federation. Among them, Tang Song saw the name Oscorp prominently listed.

"Heh, let's give Professor X and Magneto something to do!"

Taking away the page about Oscorp, Tang Song took photos of the data about these experiment projects.

William Stryker was escaping. This General, who had just been promoted and was high-spirited, was now like a dog being chased.

He was familiar with every corner here, familiar with every passage here, so his footsteps were fast.

Along the way, Federal soldiers organized into teams kept running past, Fully Armed Soldier, their fighting spirit firm.

For a long time, William Stryker had been brainwashing his soldiers with the slogan, "Mutants and humans are two species, and the conflict between them is irreconcilable." He aimed to completely eliminate any mercy or potential conscience these soldiers might have towards the mutant population.

It must be said, he succeeded.

The brainwashed Federal soldiers could pull the trigger on innocent mutant children without hesitation, and could calmly drag mutant corpses into the Laboratory.

Even, these soldiers would secretly sneak into the Underground Prison and lynch and abuse the mutants wearing collars. These matters didn't matter in William Stryker's eyes; he could turn a blind eye and ignore them.

Mutants were not people; they were monsters, livestock, guinea pigs in the Laboratory. Their meaning of existence was to make Normal Person live better.

General William Stryker had told himself this for decades.

"Fire! Fire!"

Shouting from the soldiers echoed in the tunnel behind him, followed by continuous gunfire.

However, the gunfire only lasted for a while before stopping, leaving only the alarm bell still noisily ringing.

William Stryker didn't want to imagine the soldiers' encounter. He lowered his head and raced wildly, bypassing one fork after another, rushing towards the lowest level Laboratory.

"Fortunately, I still have a trump card!"

A grin appeared on William Stryker's face. He quickly pressed his palm on the palm scanner in front of the heavy metal door, anxiously waiting for the sealed gate to slowly open.

The screams from behind him were getting closer. William Stryker turned sideways and hurriedly squeezed through the door, rushing straight to the control panel in the center of the Laboratory.

The Research Personnel stationed here looked blankly. Wearing their white coats, they anxiously asked, "General, what's happening outside?"

"Get out of the way!" Stryker roared loudly, roughly pushing aside a Research Personnel blocking his path, rushing to the control panel, and desperately lifting the glass lid and slamming down a certain scarlet button.

Everyone in the Laboratory suddenly changed complexion. The Doctor who had been pushed to the ground struggled to climb up and, regardless of the disparity in status, shouted loudly, "My God, what are you doing?!"

"I am trying to save all of this." William Stryker said coldly, "No matter what, the intelligence of the Weapon X Program cannot be leaked."

This old and majestic old man adjusted his cuffs, patted off the dust on his clothes, and said indifferently, "I would rather die than bear the risk of secret leakage.

Neither Washington, the Military, nor those capitalists are willing to bear the blame for long-term mutant human experimentation.

If a threat incident occurs, the Base Supervisor must activate the Final Plan. This matter was agreed upon before I established the Weapon X Program."

The Doctor stood frozen. He raised his head, listening to the mechanical electronic sound coming from the Laboratory dome's broadcast, "Final Plan requires identity verification."

"William Stryker." The newly promoted General let out a turbid breath and said loudly, "Confirm execution of the Final Plan."

"Identity verification complete." The mechanical electronic sound said mechanically, "Final Plan: Dam internal demolition system online, all vertical shaft passages leading to the surface are sealed."

This Military Base was built below the dam. With the activation of the Final Plan, the vertical shaft passages were sealed, and the explosives buried deep within the dam exploded simultaneously. Tens of millions of tons of floodwater poured down, completely isolating the Military Base from the outside world.

Despite being mentally prepared, the Research Personnel in the Laboratory couldn't help but tremble all over. They silently gazed at the thick alloy isolation door that was automatically closing.

That door was made of protective titanium alloy, 50 centimeters thick, almost capable of withstanding the strongest explosion. And the supporting walls were also piled up with high-strength concrete with a thickness of 2 meters.

"No Adamantium data?"

Tang Song looked through all the Weapon X data but didn't find any Adamantium data. With a thought, his divine sense covered the area, and he found William Stryker's position.

Tang Song walked to the end of the room, leaning on his cane.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. The sound of the cane hitting the ground was crisp but echoed like a war drum in the hearts of the people in the room.

William Stryker's complexion was a bit stiff. The Asian Girl who had been standing behind him like a nobody walked to the entrance.

Her hands, like silver liquid, extended two silver spikes.

Tang Song looked at the door in front of him, an extremely heavy security door, made entirely of protective titanium alloy. Even a frontal bombardment from a main battle tank would take a very long time to dismantle.

Tang Song let out a light laugh, clenched his fist, and smashed it with a punch.

A teeth-aching sound of bending metal rang out. A fist print appeared on the security door made of protective titanium alloy, visible to the naked eye, and the entire door slightly indented towards the center.

Boom! Another punch, and the entire door was directly torn open, along with the Asian Girl behind the door, who was sent flying against the back wall of the Laboratory.

"Hello, General William Stryker!" Tang Song walked into this Safe House, leaning on his cane, and smiled at the old man wearing a general's uniform. "Say hello to Mr. President for me!"

The explosives buried inside the dam were detonated, and hundreds of millions of tons of floodwater destroyed the entire dam.

The mutant experimental base, the dam, the mountain forest, all turned into a vast expanse of water.

"Go back and have someone send the Weapon X experiment video data to Magneto. As for those sponsors, check if there are any who are opposed to us, and send it to them too. Also, post it online and short sell their stock!" There were only Kane and Tang Song on the plane, and one Pilot. As for the Card Soldier Squad members, they took the spoils of war by land.

Among these spoils of war were the experimenters from the Base and the mutants William Stryker had caught and brought back.

Half an hour later, several Military helicopters hovered over this mountain forest.

"Did a flood disaster happen here?"

A Black Person wearing a Federal Army Colonel's uniform held military binoculars, looking at the scene of the vast flood raging.

"Officer, X Base has been destroyed, the current situation is unclear. We need to mobilize nearby detection satellites and monitoring information to confirm!"

"I will authorize you immediately. X Base concerns the Department of Defense's military secrets and must not be leaked. If necessary, a secondary destruction can be carried out!"

At The Pentagon, the Gray-haired Lieutenant General's complexion was very bad. The Weapon X Program was too involved and had too bad an influence.

If William Stryker wasn't dead, it would be fine, but if he died, he would have to take the blame!

Definitely, definitely block the news!

"Connect me to the Network Regulatory Department!" The Lieutenant General picked up the red telephone on the oak table.

...

Wade Wilson, or rather, Deadpool, was wearing a black and red full-body tight suit, lying on the sofa in a certain Dilapidated Apartment, watching the evening news on the television.

He was cursing, spitting out more censored swear words than normal words in a sentence.

"A meteor fell in a mountain forest in the small town of Monga, causing the mountain forest to be completely burned down. A fifty-year-old dam was destroyed by the meteor."

The female Host broadcasting the evening news on the television had a beautiful face, with blonde hair lazily draped over her shoulders. Her ordinary professional attire clung to her body, outlining exaggerated curves that other working women did not possess.

Deadpool gave a yawn, pulled out his katana from behind his back, and used the wooden scabbard to scratch his butt crack back and forth. "So boring..."

As a motor-mouthed jerk who liked to meddle, Deadpool had fallen into a very ordinary empty situation. There was no one to cut, no money to earn, no chicks to pick up.

For him, a stable and uneventful life was like a pool of stagnant despair. Excitement and chaos, blood and gunpowder smoke were everything this Mercenary pursued.

And so, he stood up from the sofa.

Deadpool let out a turbid breath, facing the mirror, gazing at his body under the tight suit, which wasn't particularly burly but had clearly defined muscle lines, containing terrifying explosive power.

Swish, two katanas were drawn from their scabbards. The sharp blades reflected a gentle cold light like a green ripple under the moonlight. The straight blood grooves on them were like a pair of parted lips, attempting to lick blood tonight.

Deadpool pulled the curtains shut. Clang, he pressed the two katanas against the beige mottled curtain fabric, and sat down at the computer desk where instant noodles and cigarette butts were placed.

He turned on the power, plugged in his headphones, and browsed the web.

Deadpool was a Warrior. He had a warrior's hands, and these calloused hands would listen to the wails of countless lives tonight.

A stack of paper rolls was placed on the left side of the keyboard, like a silent, solemn tombstone, about to witness the brilliant radiance like fireworks at the moment life passes away.

Unfortunately, this quiet night was interrupted.

Sounds of fighting came from the Rooftop of the Dilapidated Apartment.

This was ordinary. New York was a metropolis, where countless others lurked.

Superhuman with supernatural powers often fell into inexplicable battles, on Secluded Rooftop, in streets and alleys, in the Downtown Center. New York citizens had long been accustomed to this noisy and flashy life, and Deadpool was no exception.

And so, he turned up the volume on his headphones to maximum, attempting to eliminate noise interference and immerse himself in his own battle.

But the fighting on the Rooftop continued. Gunfire rang out like a string of firecrackers, covering up the beautiful music in his headphones.

Deadpool got angry.

He picked up the mouse and clicked, temporarily stopping the paid movie on the computer so as not to miss the exciting shots.

He was going to check out the situation on the Rooftop. If it was irrelevant, he would casually chop those people disturbing his mood into useless parts that couldn't be reprocessed.

Blades carried behind his back, firearms tucked into his waist, Deadpool pulled up his zipper.

Tap, tap, tap.

Footsteps echoed in the lonely staircase. Deadpool kicked open the Iron Gate to the Rooftop and shouted loudly, "You damned stinking idiots, don't you know how to tone it down late at night?! Do you understand disturbing the peace laws?! I'll f*ck your blood—"

His words were suddenly cut off.

Because the people fighting on the Rooftop were people Deadpool coincidentally knew.

One of the Youngster was slightly thin and weak, wearing a red and blue tight suit adorned with white spiderweb patterns. Web-like viscous silk sprayed from his wrist, and his figure moved and dodged, agile and light.

The other one, meanwhile, was a Blind Person holding a blind cane.

These two people competing stopped simultaneously after Deadpool shouted.

...

The Pentagon, Secretary of Defense's Office. The beautiful Miss Secretary held warm coffee, testing the temperature in her mouth.

Mr. Raman looked up at the ceiling above his head, took a deep breath, and shivered. The Minister's Office door was roughly pushed open.

A Major rushed in hurriedly, regardless of status, holding a tablet computer which he placed on Raman's office desk.

"Officer, I think you should see this."

On the tablet computer screen was a personal live broadcast platform named Facebook.live.

And the Man conducting the live broadcast on the screen was William Stryker, a Federal Army Major General.

Minister Raman truly gasped this time...

The so-called PC, short for Political Correctness, was what the Federation often referred to as Political Correctness.

It was originally a judicial concept from the 19th century in the Federation, but as time passed, Political Correctness became language that aligned with the overwhelmingly dominant public opinion or customs.

For example, in the Federation, you cannot directly call Black people Black people; you must call them "African-American Resident." You cannot call gays gays; you must call them "Male Homosexual."

As time passed, the strength of Political Correctness became increasingly powerful, and the entire European and American society, from top to bottom, was covered by the atmosphere of Political Correctness.

You cannot discriminate against LGBT, you cannot discriminate against Black Person, you cannot discriminate against Animal Protection Organization, you cannot discriminate against Obese People, you cannot discriminate against Mexicans, you cannot discriminate against Rural People, you cannot discriminate against Women, you cannot discriminate against Low-Income Earner. These social unwritten rules and basic morality "Prohibited Matter" expanded excessively, gradually evolving into the strange PC situation in European and American Countries. If a heinous criminal is a Black Person, any act of harm committed against him by a White Police Officer will be considered discriminating against Black people.

If a European and American Enterprise refuses to hire a certain pregnant woman, then no matter whether this pregnant woman has the relevant work ability or not, this Enterprise will be considered discriminating against Women.

If a certain European and American Senator is gay, then no matter how decadent this Senator's private life is, or how naive his political views, any act of criticizing him will be considered homophobia.

Not only that, universities need to lower admission score lines for candidates of other skin colors to achieve "fairness," Hollywood movies must include Black Character to avoid being accused of discrimination, and even in the stage play version of "Harry Potter," the role of Hermione needs to be played by a Black Actress.

The Original Author J.K. even specifically posted praising this "non-discriminatory" action, accusing the Protesters of "racial discrimination."

In this atmosphere, no one can remain unaffected.

It was in this situation that a live broadcast on Facebook kicked off a big show!

Mobile phones, computers, televisions, as long as these electronic devices were connected to the network, after a series of rapid vibrations, they would be hijacked by virus code and forced to watch William Stryker's live broadcast program.

Times Square in New York, Champs-Élysées, Shibuya Street in Tokyo, every large electronic billboard displayed William Stryker's old face.

At this moment, he was globally watched.

What's going on? What happened? People full of doubt stopped their work, looking up and gazing at the electronic screen, hoping to get an answer.

"Hello everyone, people all over the world."

William Stryker was bathed in the lights of the temporarily set up studio, and said expressionlessly, "My name is William Stryker, Federal Army Major General, and the executor of the Weapon X Program!"

Weapon X Program, the vast majority of the General Public were completely confused about the so-called Weapon X Program.

At this time, at The Pentagon, a certain well-dressed Bureaucrat was already standing in the middle tunnel of the Office Floor, shouting loudly, commanding the Intelligence Personnel to immediately begin processing the current urgent matter.

All Official Intelligence Agency in the entire Federation got into action. Employees had a clear division of labor, either calling Internet Provider to investigate the situation, or tracing the source by following the signal to find the specific position of the live broadcast screen, or attempting to forcefully disconnect the network connection of most mobile devices.

In the Intelligence Agency, whether it was Electronic Technology Security Consultant who graduated from reputable institutions and had good backgrounds, or Hacker Employee who struggled their way up from the streets and were proficient in network-level port scanning, stream invasion, DoS attack, and ARP spoofing, cold sweat was oozing from their forehead, and they were doing their best to play music on the keyboard, attempting to stop this live broadcast with an unprecedented number of viewers.

"The Federal Government pays you high salaries every month, helped you offset your past criminal records, and saved you from having to pick up the soap by strong men in Prison. Is it just so you can mess things up at this critical moment??" That Bureaucrat stood in the middle of the hallway, roaring hoarsely: No one answered. Those Hacker Employee buried in front of their computer screens were wandering in the world of code, attempting to find a tiny bit of the most subtle clue.

"Is there a way to turn off the live broadcast?" The Bureaucrat asked sternly in an extremely cold tone, making one suspect that if the answer given by the other party was slightly off, he would draw a sword and kill someone. "Give your assessment, even if it means blowing up the Internet Provider's server."

Facing the danger of losing his job, the Network Technology Team Leader clenched his teeth and said, "The other party's software is too far ahead of us. From personal information terminals, Network Operator, and even the countless artificial satellites in Space, they have all been invaded and captured.

To cut off the live broadcast, it will require at least thirty minutes of work."

"Thirty minutes!?"

The Bureaucrat's fist heavily smashed on the office desk. Mottled blood streaks oozed from the cracks on the surface of his skin.

However, at this time, William Stryker was expressionlessly reading the lines word for word according to the script Tang Song had given him.

"The so-called Weapon X Program can be traced back to thirty years ago.

It was mainly for researching and developing super soldiers who could use abilities, to prevent threats from the Soviet Union, as well as potential mutant social problems domestically."

At that time, as the Director of the Weapon X Program, I opened up a Military Base located in Maine, where I carried out various experiments related to mutants."

William Stryker took out a stack of documents and slowly spread them open in front of the lens, saying indifferently, "At that time, the Federal Government, in order to control the mutant population, had established a department called the Mutant Affairs Bureau, and instructed the mass media to release establishment news about the Mutant Affairs Bureau throughout the entire Federation.

Some ignorant parents, after their Children awakened abilities and became mutants, stubbornly believed that this was a 'disease' that needed to be treated.

They called the Mutant Affairs Bureau, and after more than ten minutes, Fully Armed Soldier would break into their private homes and take away the Child Who Awakened Abilities.

The Mutant Affairs Bureau Leader said solemnly to that pair of parents: 'Don't worry, we will treat your Children. It won't be long before your Children become Normal Person and will be able to integrate into our society.'

However, this was a lie.

The kidnapped children would be escorted to the Weapon X Program Base, locked in narrow and cramped prison cells. With the slightest resistance, they would invite a beating.

Mutant is a disease, and disease needs to be treated.

The Research Personnel repeated such rhetoric, conducting various human experimentation on mutant children.

Vivisection, to check the differences between the organs inside mutant bodies and those of ordinary people, cloning and copying, in order to obtain the most perfect superpower soldiers,

Even injecting anthrax, cholera, and smallpox toxin into mutant bodies, attempting to obtain biochemical agents that could be used for wide-area destruction against the mutant population."

"However, as the experiment process continuously advanced, those mutant children were quickly 'consumed.' In order to obtain even fresh experiment material, on one hand, I instructed the Mutant Affairs Bureau to kidnap those mutants abandoned by society, and on the other hand, I began self-cultivation."

William Stryker expressionlessly took out a stack of experiment records and spread them open in front of the lens.

In those documents were many photos, most of which were girls with big bellies, wearing loose clothing.

"They were mutant girls collected from all over the Federation."

"In the Weapon X Program, they were called EVA."

"Once these mutant girls exceeded 14 years old, they would be forcibly subjected to artificial insemination surgery. After carrying the child for ten months and giving birth, their Children would be forcibly taken away and placed in the Isolated Nursery Room for decades of observation experiments."

"They would be continuously artificially inseminated, at a rate of one child per year, to provide a continuous stream of 'experiment material' for the Weapon X Program."

A black and white photo was placed in front of the lens.

That was a spacious Underground Cemetery, with two rows of glass cylinders arranged on both sides.

Countless pale and thin female mutant corpses floated in one row of glass cylinders, their bellies densely covered with web-like cesarean section scars.

While in the glass cylinders on the other side were those Infants who died from mutant experiments."

A Military Project registered under The Pentagon could actually, with a time span of several decades, persistently conduct cruel persecution against Federal Citizen.

If the Watergate Incident was at most a scandal committed by a certain Powerful Figure and their subordinates, then the Weapon X Program revealed by William Stryker directly pointed to the entire Federal Military, and even the entire Federal Government.

Especially the list of commercial companies that sponsored this plan that William Stryker took out.

New York Pharmaceuticals, Life Regeneration Foundation...

For a time, the entire Federation erupted in a chorus of voices. Mutants are humans first, and then mutants! When the rabbit dies, the fox grieves; killing the person and punishing the heart! The reason mutants are discriminated against and even hostilely viewed is precisely because they are inherently different from them.

This difference is extremely profound, transcending numerous differences in skin color, religion, race, gender, sexual orientation, political views, region, and culture.

But they are also humanity. When William Stryker took out piece after piece of evidence proving their persecution of mutants.

The entire Federation, no, the entire Human World boiled over! Some matters can be done but cannot be spoken of!

"Mutant gene is divided into recessive and dominant types. More than two-thirds of humanity in the world possess the recessive X-Gene, therefore we conducted experiments using Ordinary Person to induce this gene."

The Pentagon Minister of Defense was called out from his bed, no, from inside the office, while quickly scanning through the paper files.

"Mutant Affairs Bureau human experimentation artificial insemination"

"Where is the President?" The Minister of Defense asked with difficulty.

"He's in the Tactical Command Room in the white house underground defenses." The President's Chief of Staff said with a straight face, "No one had a contingency plan for this urgent matter. If William Stryker leaks all these documents!!!"

Minister of Defense Raman said in a deep voice, "The Weapon X Program has been going on for thirty years. During that time, how many owners has the White House changed? How many waves of Bureaucrat has The Pentagon changed? And how many Powerful Figure knew but didn't expose it?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. and the FBI are attempting to interrupt the live broadcast communication, but hope is slim," the secretary-general said softly, "Mr. President knows very little about the Weapon X Program. He just took office, he is innocent."

...

Tactical Command Room in the White House Underground Defenses.

The big screen placed inside the door was currently displaying William Stryker's face. Those Important Figure who truly decide the direction of the country were arguing, shouting, debating, unable to come up with an idea.

"To quell the influence of this matter, we need someone with enough weight to take the blame!"

The Federal President, Francis Underwood, who had just taken office not long ago, looked at his group of Advisor:

"The public needs an explanation, and we need someone with enough weight to give this explanation!"

Looking at the gaze Mr. President cast towards them, a group of White House high-ranking officials all lowered their heads.

Obviously, none wanted to take the blame.

Our Mr. President's gaze swept over this group of Advisor, but in his heart, he had already prepared a draft.

"Sorry, Raman!"

...

"For the past thirty years, I have led my subordinate team and conducted a total of 368 experiment projects. There were 2134 Infants born through artificial insemination, and 3180 items of destroy records."

Every year, the Weapon X Program would receive DoD funding and external financial assistance.

Mutants with a wide variety of abilities possess extremely high research value. Whether in creating super soldiers or in the medical field, there are places where they can be used."

"I am a Federation Person, a Federal General, and the Demon in the eyes of those mutants I have harmed. I am guilty!"

William Stryker's hand held an extra military dagger. Towards the lens, he slowly and forcefully cut his own throat!

Blood splattered everywhere! William Stryker, like a chicken with its throat cut, flapped twice in the Pool of Blood and lost his breath! Everyone watching the live broadcast fell silent, looking at the figure in the Pool of Blood.

(end of chapter)