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Xavier's Lab!

As Du Mu entered the gate, he saw Hank, who had transformed into a wild beast, lying in front of the microscope.

"Hank, what happened to you?"

Du Mu looked surprised. Could it be that the beast form has an intelligence buff?

Hank put down the sample in his hand, raised his head and explained, "In this state, I can have more physical strength and energy to conduct research. Even working for dozens of hours in a row is not a problem, and my concentration will not decline."

Good grief, other people change forms to fight, but this guy changes forms to work overtime.

What kind of innate divine body is this?

"Fine, whatever makes you happy."

Du Mu walked up to the experiment and asked, "What were the results of the investigation?"

When the topic turned to business, Hank's expression became serious.

He typed a few keys on the keyboard, bringing up a set of data projected onto the adjacent screen; densely packed gene sequences scrolled continuously. "This..."

Du Mu looked surprised.

Hank nodded solemnly; it seemed Du Mu had also noticed the problem.

"What does that mean?"

Du Mu added the following words, revealing a clear yet foolish look in his eyes.

Hank: "

"I have done in-depth research on what you mentioned last time."

Taking into account the other party's educational level, Hank chose to say in what he considered the most straightforward way: "I conducted gene sequencing analysis on samples from hundreds of different ethnic groups, and the results showed that more than 60% of the individuals carried the X gene."

Du Mu raised an eyebrow: "That tall?"

"Yes."

Hank nodded: "But unlike mutants, these people's X genes are in a deep dormant state. Under normal circumstances, they will never be activated and will not have any effect on them."

Du Mu narrowed his eyes: "So, you're saying that most humans are actually potential mutants?"

Hank pushed up his glasses: "You can think of it this way: if you compare the human genome to a book, then mutant genes are like hidden Easter eggs in the book. They do exist, but they don't affect normal function."

Du Mu thought of Logan's words in the future.

According to them, in the future world, it won't just be mutants who suffer; most humans will be within the hunting range of the Sentinel robots. This isn't because they've gone out of control, but because most people carry the X gene.

Although these people never awaken any superpowers in their lives, according to the Sentinel robots' logic, as long as the X gene exists in their bodies, they may awaken it in the future or reproduce awakened offspring.

To eliminate any future threats, all individuals carrying the X gene, regardless of age or gender, are placed on a kill list by the Sentinel robots. Just like in many robot-themed science fiction films, the robots, originally created to protect humanity, ultimately discover that eliminating humans is the best way to protect them.

Therefore, humanity's greatest enemy is still humanity itself.

Du Mu shook his head and grinned: "Hank, I need you to help me upgrade a gene recognition system."

A few days later, the much-anticipated Marvel Industrial Technology Expo finally opened.

Although there were still several hours before the official start, the venue was already packed with people, and the area outside the venue was completely blocked, with heads everywhere, numbering at least several thousand.

This expo, organized entirely by Marvel Industries, is touted as the grandest technological event of the century.

Almost every major American tech giant was present, eager to showcase their advanced technology. However, everyone knew that the real highlight of the day was Marvel Industries' side.

After all, every technology Marvel Industries has introduced recently is several generations ahead of its competitors; they're simply not in the same league. Moreover, Marvel Industries had already announced that they would be showcasing their latest clean energy technology today.

This technology is none other than the Ark Reactor.

After receiving the complete design drawings from Du Mu, Hank easily replicated the Ark Reactor.

Even in the modern context of a main server, this technology would be considered a revolutionary breakthrough in the entire energy industry, let alone in the 1970s, where it would be a complete game-changer.

The current Marvel Industry can be described as another Stark Industry in a completely different world, one without any rivals.

This expo not only attracted big names from all walks of life, but also a large number of media reporters from all over the world. They naturally couldn't miss such a huge influx of people, and they all set up their cameras in advance to broadcast the entire event live.

Behind the exhibition, there is a separate WVIP lounge.

The lounge is decorated like a five-star hotel suite, complete with sofas, a bar, and a large-screen TV.

Du Mu was curled up on the sofa playing games, and on the screen a little figure was jumping around, dodging attacks.

"How could he be dead again!"

"Now that things have come to this, it seems we have no choice but to activate the backup power source."

"Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, right, abab, revive, my character!"

Psylocke stood aside, put down her communicator, and whispered in Du Mu's ear, "Lord Black King, the transport trucks from Trasc Industries have arrived, and the Sentinel robots are being sent to the exhibition venue."

Du Mu didn't look up, his fingers continuing to press the handle: "Hmm, are all our people arranged?"

"Everything is arranged."

Lingdie mimicked Du Mu's tone, saying, "All those news media outlets are here, filming from every angle. The newspapers are also ready to report the news immediately and make it to the top of the trending topics."

"Where are Charles and the others?"

"Everyone has already entered the venue."

Du Mu nodded in satisfaction, pressed the pause button on the controller, picked up a glass of red wine from the table, and gently swirled it.

"Very good, proceed according to plan. Since Trasco wants to demonstrate the power of the Sentinel robots, I will grant his wish and upgrade his configuration so that he can make a grand appearance in front of the whole world."

As he spoke, he took a sip of red wine and let out a low laugh.

"I'm sure he'll thank me, hehehehehehe..."

Psylocke looked at her leader's villainous expression, her lips twitched slightly, and she silently mourned for Trasc for half a second.

Soon, the Marvel Industrial Technology Expo officially opened.

The dozens of reserved seats in front of the main exhibition were already full, and without exception, they were occupied by bigwigs from all walks of life.

The group includes high-ranking officials from the Department of Defense, senators, Wall Street financial tycoons, and senior officers from various branches of the military; any one of them has a significant background.

With an opening dance performance featuring dozens of long-legged dancers warming up the crowd, a presenter hired by Marvel Industries began introducing everyone to the latest technologies from Marvel Industries.

These technologies were all automatically collected by Du Mu from other parallel universes, then handed over to Hank to work overtime to develop, and then packaged and displayed. People of this era have never seen such cutting-edge technology before.

With each item the host introduced, the gasps from the audience grew louder.

Those bigwigs from all walks of life who usually maintained aloofness were now disregarding their image, their eyes gleaming and their faces conveying only one message: They wanted it!

The media were snapping photos like machine guns, with flashes going off incessantly, almost blinding people.

Marvel Industries' presentation lasted for nearly an hour, after which it was the turn of other companies to showcase themselves.

The organizers can't just take the spotlight; they have to give other companies some time to shine.

Who told them to pay so much?

However, compared to the cutting-edge technology Marvel Industries just showcased, the technology of these companies paled in comparison, and the audience's reaction was noticeably lukewarm. Some business tycoons were already bored and playing around with their secretaries' black stockings.

But no one left.

Because everyone knows that the real highlight is yet to come: Marvel Industries' clean energy technology.

So they could only wait patiently, watching the unremarkable technology demonstrations while occasionally glancing at their watches.

The representative of the previous tech giant finally finished his presentation and stepped down amidst a sparse round of applause.

The host returned to the stage with a smile and said, "Next, please welcome Bolton Trasco, representative of Trasco Industries." Under the lights, Trasco walked slowly forward, followed by a tall man in military uniform.

He is William Stryker.

That's right, it's Logan's personal physician, who specializes in artificial bone implantation.

The Wolverines from parallel universes have tried it and all say it's great!

However, Stryker is currently only a major, Trasc's bodyguard and assistant, not the future colonel with great power.

Trasc glanced at the speech in front of him, paused, turned his head to look at Stryker, and coughed lightly a few times.

Stryker: (。_。？)

Trasco: (#° Dis°)

"Cough cough cough cough! Cough cough cough cough!"

Trasc coughed so hard he felt like he was going to vomit his lungs out before Stryker finally realized what was happening. He glanced down at the other man, then at the tall speaker, and finally understood.

He walked to the 1.4-meter-tall speaker, took the microphone down from its stand, and bent down to hand it to Trascoff. Trascoff's eyelids twitched.

But due to the occasion, he didn't dwell on it, secretly deciding to replace this clueless guy when he got back.

He took the microphone, cleared his throat, and began, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Bolton Trasco, the founder of Trasco Industries. Before I introduce the products, I would like to ask you a question."

Have you ever heard of mutants?

Upon hearing this, the audience members reacted with varying expressions.

Most people looked blank, while only a few frowned.

Mutants in that era were not as well-known to the public as they are today. Many people had never even heard of the term, and even if they had seen a mutant, they would mostly assume that he was an ordinary person suffering from some strange disease.

Meanwhile, several people in the audience had solemn expressions.

They were members of the Brotherhood who had received an invitation from Du Mu and had come to the exposition.

But Du Mu didn't say what it was, only that something that would change the fate of mutants was about to happen today.

To their surprise, someone suddenly mentioned mutants in such a grand setting.

Trasc ignored the servants' reactions and continued, "Simply put, they are a group of genetically modified individuals with abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. Some mutants can control fire, some can fly, and some can manipulate metal."

After hearing Trasc's words, a murmur arose below.

"These abilities sound really cool, right?"

Trasc suddenly changed the subject, his tone turning serious: "But the problem is, these people with superpowers are not bound by any laws, nor are they controlled by any organization. They can do whatever they want, and our army, police, and all law enforcement agencies are completely powerless against them!"

"Take that mutant who manipulates metal as an example. Suppose one day he suddenly decides to do something bad, and our police officers shoot at him to protect the citizens. But since the bullets are made of metal, all the bullets will bounce back and kill the officers protecting us!"

Eric: .

You're the one who does illegal and disorderly things!

I've already reformed, believe me or not I'll sue you for defamation!

Charles was beaming with joy, his shoulders shaking as he tried to suppress his laughter.

He patted Eric on the shoulder and thigh, pretending to comfort him, "Eric, look how agitated you are. He was just giving an example, not naming you. There's no need to get so worked up."

No sooner had Charles finished speaking than Trasc spoke up again.

"As far as I know, there is another mutant who can invade other people's brains. This guy's ability is even more dangerous. He can read other people's memories at will, and even control other people's will. He can basically do whatever he wants."

"Think about it, what would happen if this mutant were a psychopath, mentally unstable, or had severe antisocial personality disorder?"

Charles: .

Eric: Coco

Out of consideration for his old friend, he didn't laugh out loud, but inside he was laughing like a fool.

Hahahaha!

Charles:

What's the difference between this and laughing directly in front of him?

Trasc's impassioned speech successfully instilled panic in many humans, even the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Defense in the front row fell into deep thought.

Trasc took in all these reactions and was quite satisfied.

This is exactly the effect I wanted!

He straightened his back and declared loudly, "Today, we face the most severe test in our history, but I am fully prepared!" "Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to the future guardians of humanity—the Sentinel Robots!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared in the floor in the center of the exhibition, and a huge elevator slowly rose from the ground.

Several humanoid robots, each over three meters tall, stood on the elevator. They were painted entirely in purple and silver, with a huge circular vent in the center, a mechanical claw on their left arm, and a Gatling gun barrel on their right arm.

Trasco explained, "This is a weapon I designed specifically to deal with mutants. It has extremely strong flight capabilities and firepower, making it a piece of cake for dealing with mutants!"

"Most importantly, Sentinel robots contain no metal at all, so they are completely immune to the threat of any mutant capable of manipulating metal." Eric: "."

Damn it, are you ever going to stop? You might as well just read out my driver's license!