"In order to fight against foreign aggression, you must first pacify yourself at home. Don't you understand such a simple truth?" Bolivar's eyes flickered.

"Grant" nodded, not caring whether what he said was true or false, and asked: "Now that a powerful mutant like me appears to break the balance, have you decided to return to the era when the X-Men and Magneto existed?

Are ordinary people and mutants maintaining a dynamic balance, or are they prepared to go all the way to darkness?"

"Hey hey hey..."

Bolivar wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, circled around Grant who was being held up a few times, and sneered: "If I said we shook hands and continued on the same pattern of mutual fear as in the past, would you believe it?

?”

"Grant" looked surprised and said doubtfully: "I believe it, why don't I believe it?"

Bolivar's eyes were indifferent, he threw the blood-stained silk handkerchief on the ground, and mocked: "The previous 'nuclear deterrent' Magneto and Professor

"Nuclear deterrence", will you still trust the government?

Today, when we have promulgated the Mutant Exclusion Act, will you still trust me in the face of killing thousands of your compatriots?

What's more, are you qualified to serve as the pole of the new balance?"

"Grant" asked: "I took down your satellite and controlled your subordinates. If he had a gun, you would have died a long time ago. I can still control any of your senior people, but your psychic defense network has no response."

Am I not qualified to be the new ‘nuclear deterrent’?”

"Did you all hear that?" Bolivar said to the empty air.

Before Stryker and others could ask doubtful questions, there was a "buzz" sound, and the originally dim curtain suddenly lit up. In the wide video, US President Clinton, Defense Secretary Rice and other top Pentagon officials could be seen.

"Did you all hear what Payne said?"

Bolivar repeated again: "Such a dangerous person has become so divided, do you and I still have a choice?

Make a decision quickly and aim all the medium and long-range missiles near New York at Payne in batches. At a speed of Mach 2030, his gravity field cannot slow down... Even if it can be blocked, under our uninterrupted attack

, can his energy be able to withstand it?”

"Well, excuse me, I have something to say..."

"Grant" raised his chin, not caring about Bolivar's lie just now, and said calmly: "We are all top students, and they must also know high school physics knowledge... suspend a missile with a speed of Mach 30."

Stopping in mid-air, I can do it, but like Mr. Bolivar said, if

If you adopt the method of timed detonation, I will indeed not be able to withstand several attacks, but I can maintain its kinetic energy and change its momentum... Well, Mr. Secretary of Defense, don't show a blank expression...

I am also an American citizen, and I feel very insecure when I see you like this."

"Bullshit, bullshit, I, where am I at a loss?"

Secretary Rice blushed with an old face and retorted: "What if the momentum changes? At worst, we have to do it a few more times. We in the United States are short of everything but missiles. You will be exhausted!"

"Cough cough cough..."

President Clinton quietly pulled on Secretary Rice's sleeve and whispered: "Stop talking, you are simply making the mutants laugh at us."

"What do you mean?" Les asked, lowering his head.

"Payne can effortlessly use the gravitational field to redirect a missile...for example, directing it toward Manhattan."

In fact, President Clinton didn't care about "Payne"'s threat at all, and even somewhat expected Payne to do this.

After hearing this, Secretary of Defense Rice stopped talking. If he said "Whatever Payne" today, the big capitalists in New York would eat him alive tonight without waiting for tomorrow.

The scene fell silent for a while, as things have developed to this point, everyone is thinking about a perfect ending without having to take the blame.

"Penn, we are not afraid of your threat!"

The words were spoken in a high-pitched voice, with a powerful momentum, and there was a spirit of righteousness contained in them.

It was not Bolivar who said this, but US President Clinton.

Well, President Maya was frightened, and secretly sighed in his heart, Clinton is indeed one of the top presidents in the history of the United States, he is indeed very impressive!

"Mr. Bolivar, you are the head of the Sentinel Headquarters and are in charge of mutant affairs. Please tell me if you have any other good suggestions... No matter what, I will firmly support you!" President Clinton stared at Bolivar solemnly.

Val said.

"My suggestion? Well, I think we can use strategic missiles carrying nuclear warheads to attack Payne. Send a few more rounds and detonate them over long distances. What do you think?" Bolivar said.

"Um......"

Clinton was silent, glanced at the officials in the congregation, and asked, "What do you think?"

"Isn't that necessary? You don't care whether millions of people in Manhattan live or die? Everyone has been talking about it, is it necessary to use nuclear bombs?" "Grant" interjected.

Secretary of Defense Rice looked at each other and said to the people around him: "Mr. President, according to the U.S. Constitution, this is a critical moment of national crisis. You have certain discretionary power, and we all support you."

"Okay, bring the suitcase, I will enter the password and open the nuclear bomb silo, but do not launch it. We will follow Mr. Bolivar's order." Clinton finally made the decision.

Hearing this, the corners of Bolivar's mouth twitched, but in the end he said nothing.

"Reporting to the President, the Minnesota xxx212 silo is ready!"

"Report to the President, Michigan xxx3221 silo is ready!"

...

Just like that, in front of "Payne", Clinton activated the nuclear code. As a series of telegrams came, a total of 13 nuclear bomb silos across the United States opened their skylights, and strategic missiles were in place, just waiting for an order from Washington.

Just ignite and launch immediately.

At this moment, Stryker and Bolivar on the scene, Clinton Rice in Washington, and others were all staring at the detained "Grant" with serious expressions.

"Don't look at me. If you can't beat me, why don't you run away?" Grant said with a smile.

"Then let's go. Anyway, the target this time is not you. You are projecting your consciousness here through the power of another person's mind, right? After you leave, my soldiers can easily break through the river base...

Having the best of both worlds can be regarded as a solution." Bolivar said calmly.

"Oh, actually I'm already high-profile today. I didn't want to be like this, but I can't help it..."

"You politicians, you really don't shed tears until you see the coffin, but you dare to blackmail me, hahaha..."

Smiling, "Grant" looked solemn, lowered his head and looked directly into Bolivar's eyes and said: "Today, I am a god!"

Inside the Pentagon in Washington, a girl in her thirties who had been typing silently suddenly stood up, looked around and said, "Today, I am a god!"
Chapter completed!