"Everyone!"

The lobby on the first floor of the Umbrella Building.

Mick looked at the fellow reporters who rushed over after receiving notifications from outside and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, after our Bureau of Investigation received the report, more than ten elite investigators from the Fifth Bureau successfully destroyed the case without fear of death.

During the destruction of an evil organization that conducted human experiments on mutants, several of our investigators were seriously injured, three were killed, and the losses were heavy..."

Hill, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he listened to Mick, who was talking nonsense seriously on the stage.

Just when she hadn't seen the surveillance footage of the battle.

It was clearly a one-sided massacre. It didn't matter if this guy didn't admit it. Just now he was upstairs remotely controlling how many people had to pretend to be seriously injured. Three people had to fall to the ground in a bloody state.

You are still telling lies here with your eyes open.

Doesn't his conscience hurt?

Sure enough, he is a bureaucrat through and through.

Just when Hill despised Mick in his heart, Mick on the stage looked sad.

Looking at the flashing spotlight below, he said sadly: "During the war, our bureau's investigators still maintained the good style of our bureau and shouted to the soldiers who helped the evildoers. As long as they surrendered and promised to be given a lighter punishment, who knows those who were brainwashed?"

The soldiers had no regard for the principle of peaceful coexistence between mutants and ordinary people, and brazenly carried out a sneak attack on the investigators of our bureau who were shouting."

"At the moment when the fire started, a young and beautiful mutant girl from our bureau, who was full of yearning for peace and regardless of her own safety, instantly fell into a pool of blood. Please take a look,"

Said.

A photo of the little naughty boy lying in a pool of blood with bullet holes all over his body appeared on the big screen in the hall.

moment.

It caused an uproar among fellow journalists.

"Ah... people from the military dare?"

"God, this girl is so pathetic."

"The damn military actually did such a cruel thing to such a little girl."

"God, I must completely expose this ugly behavior of the military."

"..."

Looking at the group of indignant reporters, Hill rolled his eyes in his heart, but it was very difficult for him to maintain a serious look on the outside.

His eyes fell on Mick's back.

Bureaucracy, bureaucracy through and through.

"Ahem!"

Mick signaled the reporters to be quiet again, and said in a deep voice: "Even so, our bureau's investigators still believe that someone must be able to see the scene with their own eyes. Don't wait until the limelight passes, and mutants will appear in society to massacre soldiers again.

Ridiculous remarks.”

Mick looked around and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, the eleven investigators in our bureau believe in you. This dead little girl believes in you even more. Even I, the investigation bureau, believe in you. I believe you will see

Go to the scene and report it as it happened.”

Taking a deep breath, Mick pointed to the large golden letters of [Mutant Criminal Investigation Bureau] that had just been installed at noon and the U.S. national emblem on it and said in a deep voice: "Mutants across the country are watching.

You, the Constitution of the United States is watching you, and I hope that through your reports, the victims will be comforted and the murderers will repent."

The words just fell.

The flash flashed non-stop, and the shutter clicked continuously.

A large group of reporters felt an unprecedented sense of justice rushing straight into Tianling Gai from the rear.

"Director Edinson, you can rest assured that our Global Daily will report truthfully."

"Director Edinson, our New York Daily News will give up the headlines tonight."

"Director Edinson, we at the New York Times will definitely tell the truth."

"Director Edinson,..."

Looking at the reporters scrambling below, Mick was very pleased.

Hill, seeing the mess of reporters below, felt that the military would probably die miserably this time.

no way.

Such a piece of news is enough to make this group of reporters smell bloody sharks, and no one can stop them from publishing this news.

The military can't.

Not even the White House.

This was a game that was driven by Mick from the beginning.

Every step was carefully planned by Mick, even if the military used its power to silence these newspapers.

But Mick gave me a lot of money.

The heads of these newspaper offices saw stacks of cash on their bedside three days ago.

Even if there are a few unmoved newspaper bosses, how long can they persist under the offensive of stacks of cash?

Now Mick has asked these newspapers to report false news about the fall of the White House, and they all dare to do so.

quite a while.

As the reporters finished their promises one by one, Mick said in a deep voice: "Our bureau has specially sent four helicopters, and they will escort you to the scene safely."

There was a pause.

Mick pointed at the door and said loudly: "Go, please remember that the United States is the ordinary people and mutants who want peace all over the world, and their eyes are looking at you."

The words just fell.

Countless reporters nodded one after another, and then followed the guidance of the temporary employees hired by the bureau and walked towards the elevator.

They will take a helicopter on the roof and arrive at the scene in less than half an hour.

Conducting this report that shocked the United States and even the world.

…

"Uncle Logan, can I get up?"

He lay in a pool of blood with numerous bullet holes in his body, looking like a shabby rag doll that had been severely torn apart.

The little naughty boy opened his eyes with some depression and looked at Qin who was standing next to her with numerous wounds on her body and said, "Why don't you let Sister Gray play the corpse? It's so ugly and uncomfortable."

beside,

Holding back her nausea, she touched the donated blood on the ground to her body, and at the same time, she asked the top stylist sent by Mick to draw realistic bullet holes in every corner of her body. Storm rolled her eyes and complained:

"God, am I that stupid? I can fly, can I be beaten to death by them?"

"Be content."

Mystique, who turned into a woman with a gentle appearance and a desire to protect her, said calmly: "At least you are lying down, I have to lie on my side."

"..." Little Naughty, Storm.

At this time, Qin had already applied her makeup with the help of a makeup artist.

The scars all over her body were extremely conspicuous. Even Qin's combat uniform had a large hole exposed, and the bullet wounds inside were vaguely visible.

Still bleeding.

There was no blood on Magneto's body, but he was still a little embarrassed.

After all, Magneto's reputation and strength outside are obvious to all. If he were given makeup, the show would be too fake.

It becomes a laughing stock.

All in all, only Wolverine and Magneto were enjoying themselves nearby.

"Report to the Deputy Director, our mission is accomplished."

At this time, a middle-aged man with an average appearance walked up to Qin and saluted and said: "The director told us to leave first. The reporters are already on their way."

Qin nodded.

Half an hour later.

Chuchuchu!

When the reporter got off the plane and walked quickly into the dam base.

Enter the eyes.
Chapter completed!