Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

He had a feeling that something was wrong.

too weird.

A mutant who assassinated the president, for whatever reason, did not choose to flee Washington after the assassination failed; instead, he stayed here.

Has he lost his mind?

Or is there some other conspiracy?

Scott leans towards the latter.

“No matter what, he is innocent.” The Black beauty, Storm Ororo, put her hands in the pockets of her black coat, her gentle eyes filled with helplessness: “Someone is using him to stir up conflict between humans and mutants.”

“This isn’t a conflict, it’s a war.” Jean Grey, the Phoenix, shook her head; she saw further ahead.

"We must find him before anyone else and find out the truth, otherwise, once this is started, it will become a global disaster."

Don't be fooled by the fact that the mutants aren't doing so well.

But when it comes to a war that is truly unavoidable, humanity is not necessarily guaranteed to win.

Because there are several nuclear bombs among the mutants.

If the US government were to lead a global war against mutants, it would inevitably provoke resistance from mutants worldwide.

Not to mention how many ordinary people and mutants will die in this.

The top figures in the mutant universe include Magneto and his Brotherhood of Mutants, Professor X and the X-Men, as well as Emma the White Queen and the Black Queen from the Hellfire Club.

If people are forced to unite in the face of a crisis, a war of this scale would be a disaster for all species living on Earth.

Just thinking about that scene sends chills down Jean Grey's spine.

“But that kid is elusive these days, we can’t find him at all.” Logan knew the seriousness of the situation, but he was getting impatient because he couldn’t find him.

With that abnormal teleportation ability, hiding or escaping is not something that can be caught by ordinary means.

"Be patient, buddy."

At this point, it was Logan's rival and nemesis, Cyclops, who offered some words of advice.

This demonstrates that Scott was able to demonstrate competent leadership at this critical juncture.

Logan simply pursed his lips without making any sarcastic remarks.

Just then, Logan glanced up and a flash of blue light appeared in his field of vision. His expression changed: "Hey kid, don't run away."

Logan's words immediately caught the attention of Jean Grey and the other X-Men members, who all looked in the direction he was looking.

Sure enough, on the upper left beam, a blue-skinned mutant dressed in tattered clothes appeared.

It was none other than the Night Walker.

At this moment, Nightcrawler stood on the suspended beam, looking down at Logan and the others with an expression of helplessness, despair, and vigilance.

"I didn't want to do that."

The Nightcrawler's voice sounded very young.

The X-Men exchanged glances, and Storm spoke first, gently comforting the helpless young mutant: "Hey, we're not here to arrest you. We're fellow mutants. I'm here to help you, okay?"

"Don't be afraid that we will hurt you."

"Get down first, we can face this together."

"No, I don't believe you."

Hearing this only provoked the young mutant, who shouted excitedly and instinctively tried to use his ability to teleport away.

Jean Grey, who was prepared in advance, activated her telekinesis ahead of time.

Caught off guard, Nightcrawler was pulled down and landed on the ground. He tried to resist, but Jean Grey quickly walked up to him.

With gentle eyes, she looked directly at the night walker, using her mental powers to soothe him.

However, during that one eye contact, Jean Grey paused for a moment, as if she saw a dark light flicker in the young mutant's eyes.

Profound, dark.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and an unknown amount of time passed, yet it also felt like an illusion.

When she came to her senses, the night stalker in front of her still looked wary and helpless.

"Hey kid, we need to have a serious talk."

The sound of Logan's voice made Jean not think too much about the strange phenomenon that had just occurred.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to do that."

The Nightwalker cried out, his voice trembling with sobs.

"You~~"

Logan was about to say something when Jean's expression suddenly changed. She abruptly turned her head to look outside the church: "Oh no, they're here so fast."

........

Once the target was located, the FBI, Secret Service, and National Guard immediately responded and deployed personnel.

Police cars and military Humvees immediately headed towards the location they had found.

Armed helicopters and fighter jets are already patrolling the skies.

The large-scale mobilization startled many Washington residents who witnessed it along the way, and they took photos with their mobile phones and posted them online.

"Oh my god, these people have gone crazy."

"Shit, I saw a group of F-22 fighter jets flying overhead."

"And Apache attack helicopters."

"Have they found the mutant who assassinated the president?"

"I think so, otherwise there wouldn't have been such a commotion."

"Damn mutant bastards, get them caught right now. They should all be found, locked up, and thrown into jail."

In a short time, a large number of posts and photos appeared on social media, immediately attracting the attention of countless people.

The whole of America is watching.

If it weren't for the relatively short timeframe, this news would likely have spread to countries around the world immediately.

After all, the assassination of the president of the world's most powerful country is no small news.

Amidst heated discussions.

A large number of armed Humvees, tanks, fully armed National Guard soldiers, Secret Service agents, and others surrounded the church, which had been abandoned for who knows how many years.

The top commander of this operation was the FBI's Washington, D.C. director, personally appointed by the president.

He arrived at the scene, accompanied by an Army Major General and the head of the USSS (Secret Service) under the Department of Homeland Security.

Chapter 246 The Tension Escalates (Ninth Update)

"Mutant, cease all movement. You are suspected of assassinating the president, a first-degree felony. I now order you to surrender immediately. If you dare to use your powers again, we will not issue any further verbal warnings."

A stern warning roar came from outside the church.

There is no doubt that this warning is very serious.

It's so serious that there's only one chance.

"Damn it, those guys are really planning to start a war."

Logan understood the underlying meaning of this warning.

Those people didn't care at all whether Nightcrawler would escape. If Nightcrawler did escape, they would immediately amplify the mutant panic theory.

This completely defines the nature of this assassination attempt.

This sparked a war against mutants.

"professor."

Scott frowned. The sounds outside had stopped, but he could sense the tension growing stronger, so he quickly whispered to the professor on the other end of the headset.

“It seems some things are unavoidable, Scott. Take the child out.”

"If possible, try to avoid conflict."

In my mind, I heard Professor X's gentle yet helpless voice.

Scott knew the professor had made a choice.

So he nodded to the others and looked at the Nightwalker who was slumped on the ground: "Hey, what's your name?"

"Kurt Guwana".

"The Nightcrawler said in a low voice."

"OK, Kurt, let's face this together. Trust us, we'll protect you."

Scott walked up to the Nightcrawler and extended his hand to him.

Nightcrawler Kurt stared intently at the hand in front of him, then looked up at Scott's aloof yet gentle face. Finally, he placed his hand on it and used Scott's pull to stand up.

"Let's go."

He patted Kurt on the shoulder and led him outside.

The rest of the X-Men followed closely behind, but no one, including Phoenix herself, noticed that her pupils were tinged with blood.

The group arrived outside the church.

You can see a large number of fully armed soldiers, Humvees equipped with heavy firepower, tanks, and Apache attack helicopters and F-22 fighter jets patrolling in the sky.

In addition, a large number of journalists from news media rushed to the outer perimeter of the encirclement.

News Corp.'s news helicopter has taken off, and cameras are already pointed at the church entrance.

The footage captured the direct confrontation between the human army and the mutants.

"X-Men?"

The highest-ranking commander on site, John, the FBI director in Washington, D.C., saw Scott and his men next to Nightcrawler, paused for a moment, and then immediately frowned.

After whispering a few words to the Army Major General and the USSS supervisor beside him, he pushed through the crowd and went to the front.

He was wearing a combat vest and had a gun strap strapped to his leg.

He has a rugged appearance.

"I am John, the FBI Director and the highest-ranking commander on site." He began with a cold and abrupt self-introduction, then his sharp gaze swept over the trembling Nightcrawler before finally settling on Cyclops Scott.

"X-Men, does your presence alongside a suspect who committed a first-degree felony mean that you are behind him?"

He shouted.

If you don't shout, you'll easily get drowned out by the noise from the scene.

Especially the noisy whirring of the rotors of the armed helicopters flying overhead.

National Guard soldiers around them raised their weapons, a dense array of gun barrels aimed at the X-Men.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense.

“Manager John, he was not instructed by us. He was manipulated and out of control, and committed a serious crime. We hope you can treat him fairly.”

Scott's voice rang in everyone's ears.

Phoenix Girl amplified his voice using her mental powers.

His tone was earnest.

However, John didn't care at all. He stated firmly, "Whether he is being controlled or not needs to be determined after our interrogation."

His gaze swept over all the X-Men members present.

"And you are also suspected of giving instructions. Now, please immediately give up your resistance and accept our interrogation."

John's tough stance further escalated the already tense atmosphere.