I believe that many people have a very clear position in their hearts what kind of existence they are in the world of mutants.

Human beings can be in peace with the mutant group for so many years, and have an almost inevitable connection with this existence that claims to be the most powerful spiritual controller in the world. He can be said to be a mobile nuclear weapon and a living nuclear threat. Because of his existence, humans and mutants can have false but long-lasting peace.

They had an unwritten agreement, that is, Professor Charles prohibited the use of his own abilities to interfere with the top leaders of the human government. In exchange, humans also maintained peace with the mutant as much as possible in legal and other aspects.

Since World War II, such unwritten regulations have been well maintained by both sides until today. So when Dr. Tesla pointed his finger at Professor Charles, someone immediately refuted it.

"Doctor, is there any reason or basis for your identification? As far as I know, Professor Charles has lived in seclusion for decades and has been teaching and educating people. Now active in New York and has been struggling on the front line are mostly his students. He can fully witness his qualities from his students. For such a person, do you have any definite evidence to prove that he is the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"I think I said that this is just my guess, he is just a suspicion. Finding the murderer is the work of the police and the federal government. I am just a scientist, and these have nothing to do with me."

Shaking his head directly, Dr. Tesla took himself out of all this. He is a scientist, and what scientists like the most is assumptions. So no one can blame him on this issue.

After watching Tesla complete the work of the disaster to Dongyin as planned, the interim president immediately stood up and took his microphone.

"Everyone, the federal government has no evidence yet to prove who is the real murderer behind the scenes. But I can guarantee that we will not let it go. This is a shame in American history, and the shame must be washed away with the most severe punishment and judgment. At the same time, in order to prevent similar things from happening in the federal government, we decided to hire Dr. Tesla as a special adviser to the White House, specifically to target and solve similar mutant crimes."

"In addition, in order to track down the murderer as soon as possible, the national decision-making department, which is temporarily composed of me and my colleagues, decided to exercise the president's rights and sign and issue a bill on registration of mutants. We need to understand everything about these extraordinary mutants, understand their movements and the possible harms. This is a decision made for the security of the country and even the world. I hope that all human compatriots who receive this message can urge the mutants around you to consciously report all their information to the relevant government departments. In addition, I also hope that those mutants with the idea of ​​peace can consciously abide by this bill and contribute to the peace in this world."

"In addition, regarding the serious incident of uncontrolled troops massacre civilians in New York. We have urgently sent other troops to intervene and carry out rescue efforts to the people in New York. I hope everyone in New York can support it. Please believe us, we will arrive at your side soon!"

The interim president in the camera swears, but for the people who are now in New York, it is just a piece of cake. Persistence? What to do? Looking at the artillery fire and smoke that keeps appearing around them, New Yorkers who have long been accustomed to modern life in the mainland are approaching the brink of collapse.

They hope to be saved and helped. Someone can stand up and help the heroes who have been protecting them end this terrible thing as soon as possible. But when they open the White House news with hope, they hear all the useless nonsense.

Who cares whether the damn president commits suicide or kills him? Who cares about what kind of hell is there? Nowadays, New Yorkers only care about when the government will come to save them, and when the government's real rescue will be in place. But what disappoints them is that their most concerned issue is just being mentioned in an understatement. Apart from a single nonsense, even the most basic rescue information is not provided to them.

Instead, it was the cause of the death of the damn bastard president, and the conspiracy that may or may not exist, which was entangled by those damn bureaucrats over and over again. Is this a question they need to pay attention to now? Do they think that all the people in New York are dead? Or is a false conspiracy more important than the lives of millions of people in New York?

At this moment, the New Yorkers finally despaired about their government. They no longer put their hopes on the government, but they can only put their hopes on others. But who can they put them on? An obvious spiritual sustenance appears in their thoughts. At this time, the gods who save people from suffering are more convincing than the bastard government.

So, one after another began to close their eyes. In this helpless situation, they recited the name of the god they believed in, a name that had dissipated.

One person, two people, hundreds, thousands, thousands. When the chant of God comes one after another and spreads all over this city that has become a wasteland, Zhou Yi, who has been watching coldly and frowning uncontrollably, was suddenly watching everything that happened here.

His expression naturally made both people who had been standing in front of him notice it. The captain who had been persuading him to take action to stop everything that was happening took the opportunity to say to him.

"You also heard that the only hope for the people in this city is you now. Maybe some people are sorry for you, but they are definitely not them. You are their god and their only support in this situation. If even you abandon them, what else can they do? Zhou Yi, think about your decision! Are you really worthy of them in doing this? Are you really worthy of those who have always believed in you?"

Hearing his words, Qin Grey snorted coldly. But it was rare to have no refutation. This was naturally not because the captain's words were irrefutable. In fact, on the contrary, just by taking a little attention to the details, you can find that his words were not tenable at all. Because Zhou Yi's identity is not just the King of Ming, he is also the Knight of Dawn. Perhaps no one in this city has offended King of Ming, but someone must have offended Knight of Dawn. The parade of superheroes was still vivid in my mind, and the figures of New Yorkers are indispensable.

She was unwilling to refute the captain, just because she knew that Zhou Yi did care about these people. Although he had said that he was unwilling to get involved in the struggle of mankind, he actually couldn't bear it in his heart. This is the world he guarded. If he could, he really didn't want to see any innocent people disappear in front of him. Qin Grey understood Zhou Yi's inner emotions very much, so she was just silent and let the captain lobbying him.

She didn't want Zhou Yi to be sad because of regret, so at this time she would rather Zhou Yi make up his mind to do whatever he thought he should do.

And under her acquiescence and the captain's persuasion, Zhou Yi, who had been frowning silently, finally sighed and waved to the envoys of light standing around him.

He was almost unnecessary to speak. Those light messengers who had created him who regarded him as the Father began to act one after another. They stretched their wings and rushed towards the city in the sprinkled golden light spots. For these divine lives, Zhou Yi's will is the creed they must implement. They are the sword in his hand, his swords and axes that cut through thorns. As long as it is his point of view, they will remain unrestrained. It doesn't matter whether he is a god or not.

This is their reward to the Creator and the only meaning in their pure life.

Seeing these golden and dazzling beautiful lives sweeping towards the city like white clouds covered with golden sunlight, Zhou Yi slightly lowered his eyes and opened his mouth.

"Captain. This is the last time. From now on, you can only rely on yourself."

"Zhou Yi..." He opened his mouth in vain, but the captain really didn't know what to say at this moment. They couldn't ask Zhou Yi to do something again and again, especially after he did so much. And this time, he really didn't have such a thick-skinned face, so he asked for more. So, in the end, he could only shut up his mouth awkwardly and seriously look at Zhou Yi.

He knew that on his side, they would lose a great companion. The burden on their shoulders would be heavier. However, there are some things that he must do. Kidnapping others with morality and forcing others is not what those who practice justice should do. Justice is not maintained in this way. And if everything really depends on one person, is their existence still meaning and value? Is such justice still necessary to be maintained?

At this moment, the captain suddenly thought it very clearly. So he no longer entangled and could let Zhou Yi leave their ranks. This was exactly what Zhou Yi wanted. He looked at the direction of the city, where the intervention of the envoy of the Light had already begun to become clear.

Although human weapons are sharp, they are only for humans. For divine creatures like the Messenger of Light, it is obvious that these powers are not enough to rely on. He saved the city again. This time it is likely to be the last time.

Even Zhou Yi himself couldn't tell what he was in now. He was a little heavy and relaxed. But in the end, he still held Qin's hand beside him without saying a word and said to the captain.

"Everything will end soon. So, goodbye. Captain Steve Rogers! No, I think we will never see each other again from now on. So, good luck, on this thorny road, I hope you can take them further."

"I will, Mr. Zhou." The captain sighed and stretched out a hand. "You are a respectable person. Whether you are a human or a god, I want to say that you are a real hero. Thank you for everything you have done for humanity. In addition, although you have decided to retire, I think it is OK if I visit you by chance as a friend."

"Of course, I always welcome. After I pick up my lover, I will take them and my children to my own city. There, I will always wait for your big drive!"
Chapter completed!