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The top officials of the Ministry of National Defense sat in the front row, outwardly calm, but inwardly they were already making plans.

They all knew about Trasc's Sentinel program; after all, the project had been submitted to the Department of Defense for quite some time.

The reason it wasn't approved before was mainly because, although mutants are troublesome, they weren't a pressing issue. Spending so much money to develop a weapon specifically to deal with them would be too costly, and the feasibility of the technology was still uncertain.

But now that I see these huge things standing there in person, my thoughts are different.

The visual impact of the Sentinel robots is indeed impressive enough, and they might actually be able to fight against those powerful mutants. If this thing is really usable, they wouldn't mind allocating funds to support Trasc's Sentinel program.

"Next, please let me demonstrate the Sentinel robot in action."

Trasc nodded to Stryker, who was standing to the side.

Stryker pulled a remote control from his pocket and pressed the power switch with his thumb.

The next moment, several sentinel robots simultaneously raised their heads, their mechanical eyes glowing yellow.

Then they took steps and slowly descended the lift, their mechanical feet slamming onto the platform with a heavy thud.

I must say, that size was indeed quite imposing.

The media reporters were immediately intrigued and quickly snapped photos of the scene.

They've already come up with a title.

It's called Dwarf Technology, and it's truly awe-inspiring!

Well, it can only be said that the atmosphere in the 70s was indeed much more open than in later generations.

Trasc turned to the audience and said smugly, "In addition to the basic capabilities I just mentioned, the Sentinel robots are also equipped with an advanced genetic recognition system."

"It can pinpoint mutants from half a mile away. No matter where they hide or what they disguise themselves as, as long as they are within its detection range, they will absolutely not escape its pursuit!"

As he spoke, he turned around, preparing to point at the robots and say a few more words.

He was stunned.

Because the mechanical eyes of those sentinel robots had changed from yellow to red at some point.

As the creator of the Sentinel robots, Trascoff certainly knew that this was the Sentinel robots' reaction to recognizing mutants.

"Could it be... that there are mutants present?"

Trasc's face lit up with joy.

Isn't this his best chance to prove himself?

If the Sentinel robot successfully captures the mutant on the spot and demonstrates its true power in front of so many people, the effect will be much better than if it says it a hundred times!

When those people in the Department of Defense see the Sentry's capabilities firsthand, won't they be scrambling to give him money?

As for whether it would cause panic, he wasn't afraid.

To ensure safety, Marvel Industries had them remove all the live ammunition from the Sentinel robots beforehand, so those Gatling guns are now just for show and can't fire any bullets.

Moreover, he has great confidence in his gene recognition system and believes that it will never mistakenly harm normal humans.

Even if the mutants on site are injured by the Sentinel robots, they can just pay some compensation.

Compared to the promotional effect delivered right to our door, this is an absolute steal!

Thinking this, Trasc couldn't wait to speak: "Everyone! The Sentinel robots' attack mode has been automatically triggered. It seems we have a mutant hidden here!"

The moment the words were spoken, an uproar erupted.

"What! There's a mutant among us!?"

"Where?"

Who are the mutants?

People began to look around, scrutinizing each other, trying to find out who the hidden mutant was.

Charles and the others below changed their expressions slightly.

Could it be that their identities were discovered by the Sentinel robots?

Trasc raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet: "Don't be nervous, everyone. The Sentinel robots will be able to locate the mutants soon!" Sure enough, several Sentinel robots began scanning their surroundings, their crimson mechanical eyes slowly rotating in their sockets, their heads swaying slightly, as if scanning something.

Eric narrowed his eyes as he saw the Sentinel robot sweeping in their direction, preparing to activate his ability.

But he discovered that the mechanical eyes didn't linger on them at all; instead, they continued to move to the side, finally settling on Stryker...!

The fraternity members: "???"

Trasc: "???"

Stryker: "???"

In an instant, the entire exhibition hall fell silent.

Whether above or below, everyone's eyes followed the Sentinel robot's gaze and were all fixed on Stryker.

Stryker: (°A°=°A°)

Suddenly being stared at by thousands of eyes at the same time, he felt completely overwhelmed.

He wondered if he was standing in the wrong position and blocking the sentry robot's view, so he moved a few steps to the side.

As a result, the mechanical eyes of those sentinel robots moved simultaneously, still staring intently at him.

Stryker paused, then moved a few steps to the other side.

The mechanical eye then moved over.

Stryker stopped.

The mechanical eye also stopped.

Sentinel Robot: (#=)*8

Stryker: (；°A°)

No, why are you looking at me like that? I'm a perfectly law-abiding citizen!

"Stryker, you're a mutant?"

Trasc looked on in disbelief. The person he trusted most was actually a mutant spy?!

"How could that be! I'm human! A human being as pure as can be!"

Stryker quickly waved his hand in denial.

He'd lived most of his life and, apart from having a stronger right hand, hadn't discovered anything unusual about him, let alone any superpowers. Trasc looked at him with a complicated expression: "But the Sentinel robots' genetic recognition system doesn't make mistakes; they automatically lock onto the nearest mutant target."

"I don't know what happened either!"

Stryker was on the verge of tears. He was a staunch anti-mutant, how could he possibly be a mutant?

Before he could explain further, the Sentinel robots moved, their eyes flashing red, and they strode heavily toward him. Stryker's hair stood on end instantly.

He knew all too well just how terrifying this thing was.

Although these sentinel robots are not equipped with live ammunition, their sheer numbers are still quite terrifying.

Stryker initially thought it was a vicious dog that specifically targets mutants, but then it suddenly turned around and started drooling at him—it was truly terrifying. Stryker quickly pulled out his remote control, trying to stop the Sentinel robot.

Bang!

Suddenly, a Sentinel robot rushed up and slapped him hard across the face.

Stryker was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground, his eyes rolling back as he instantly lost consciousness.

VVVIP Lounge.

Du Mu watched the scene on the screen, rubbing his hands excitedly: "Hehe, the show is about to begin! Psylocke, make a telepathic call for me and send the script to Charles and the others, so that the main characters can make their appearance."

At the expo.

After the Sentinel robots knocked Stryker away, their mechanical eyes did not turn back to yellow. Instead, they turned to the front row of several high-ranking officials from the Department of Defense and other bigwigs from various sectors.

Sentinel Robot: (#=)*8

Guys: (；°A°)

Wait, don't come any closer!!

Trasc was stunned.

What's going on?

Are there such high levels of mutants among the upper echelons of humanity?

The next moment, the Sentinel robot took a step and rushed down.

"Run!"

"Quick! Stop them!"

"Damn it! Stop those robots!"

The big shots were so frightened that they ran back as fast as they could, some shouting for help.

Dozens of soldiers and bodyguards, steeling themselves, rushed forward to protect the leaders, pulling out their pistols and firing wildly at the sentry robots. Bang bang bang bang bang!

The bullets struck the hard outer shell, sending up a shower of sparks, but the sentry robots didn't even stop for a moment. They shoved aside the bodyguards in their way and quickly approached the big shots.

"Why are you chasing us?!"

The big shots turned around and were almost scared to death, wishing they had more legs.

But they were used to a life of luxury, and they were out of breath after just a few steps, so the sentinel robots quickly caught up with them.

When Trasc saw this, he immediately panicked.

Whether these big shots are real mutants or not, they are not people he can afford to mess with. If anything happens to any of them, he will be in deep trouble! The problem is that the control device is in Stryker's hands, and things are in complete chaos right now, with people running around everywhere.

Let alone something as small as a remote control, even Stryker doesn't know where it rolled off to.

It's over! It's completely over!

At this moment, the sentry robot at the forefront had rushed up to a bald old man.

The bald old man was a business tycoon who had never seen anything like this before. He was so frightened that his legs went weak and his mind went blank. He could only watch helplessly as the huge mechanical hand slammed down on him.

Bang!

A metal frame suddenly flew from the side and slammed heavily into the Sentinel robot in front of the bald old man!

The sentry robot was sent flying sideways by the impact, crashing into two other sentry robots nearby and rolling onto the ground in a heap. Everyone was stunned and turned to look behind them.

A man walked slowly towards them, surrounded by various metal objects that floated around him like guards.

Beside them was a long-haired man in a wheelchair.

Charles smiled gently and reassured him, "Don't be afraid, it's all over now."

Eric glanced coldly at the disheveled bigwigs and said in a low voice, "Stop talking nonsense, Charles, they're all coming." As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining five Sentinel robots rushed forward, locked onto Eric, a pure mutant, and swung their huge mechanical fists down towards Eric's head!

boom!!

Two thick red beams of light shot out simultaneously, directly knocking two of the Sentinel robots away.

They are the Scott brothers, Alex and Scott.

Their abilities are very similar; both can emit powerful beams of energy from their bodies.

The difference is that Scott can only ejaculate through his eyes, while Alex can ejaculate from any part of his body. If he wants, he can even ejaculate with his penis on the spot.

At the same time, a burly black man turned into a rock and charged toward the other three sentry robots.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Three mechanical fists slammed into the rock layer on his body with dull thuds, but did not cause any real damage.

Darwin believed that the ability to adapt is survival of the fittest, meaning one can automatically evolve corresponding adaptive abilities in response to external threats.

However, the downside is that if a person suffers too much damage at once, their evolutionary speed may not be able to keep up, causing them to exit the biosphere or evolve into a new species.

Based on this, Du Mu specially arranged targeted training for him to improve his defense from the outside in.

Physical defense is easy to improve; just send him to the Xavier's training grounds and tie him to a pillar as a target.

As for internal defense, an oral method was adopted, instructing Darwin to ingest several miniature bombs before each meal, followed by rinsing his mouth with sulfuric acid, gradually increasing the power to strengthen his stomach and other organs.

Through long-term training, Darwin's internal body is now much tougher than his external body; even if Alex shoots several bullets into his mouth, he won't suffer much damage.

The punches of a mere Sentinel robot were no different from tickling him.

Eric waved his hand, and the floating metal objects around him transformed into countless sharp, tiny blades, swarming towards the three sentinel robots like bees.

In an instant, the three Sentinel robots were caught in this small metal storm.

With a piercing metallic scraping sound, countless scratches were instantly slashed across the exposed armor plates, and electrical wires were severed, leaking copious amounts of machine oil. Even smaller, sharp metal blades burrowed into the armor gaps, rampaging and slicing wildly inside the Sentinel robots. The mechanical eyes of the three Sentinel robots flickered violently a few times, the red light flashing intermittently, before snapping completely out of control. The entire robots lost their support and crashed to the ground, remaining motionless forever.

Eric used the same method, controlling the metal blades to quickly rush towards the other five Sentinel robots that had just gotten up from the ground.

A dozen seconds later, all the sentinel robots collapsed to the ground, spilling oil everywhere.

Everyone was stunned, seeing the once-imposing Sentinel robot so easily defeated by Eric and his group. Trasc was completely dumbfounded.

He poured countless efforts and so much money into building the eight Sentinel robots, and they're gone just like that?

At this point, several high-ranking officials from the Ministry of National Defense and the military also came to their senses.

One of the highest-ranking officials, the Deputy Secretary of Defense, looked at Charles and the others with a complex expression.

"Are you mutants?"

Charles pushed the wheelchair over, smiling and nodding: "Yes, we are the Brotherhood, a peace organization dedicated to maintaining world peace and promoting friendly relations between humans and mutants."

Vice Minister:

They knew the Brotherhood, a nuclear peace organization that had missiles hanging over their heads.

The deputy minister's lips twitched. He glanced at the wrecked Sentinel robots scattered on the ground, then at Charles and his group, unsure what to say. The onlookers, however, didn't share his concerns and began chattering amongst themselves.

"My God, these are mutants?"

"Did you guys see those moves just now? That guy who can control metal, with a wave of his hand, all those robots were wiped out! So cool!" "That black guy was even more amazing, those robots were hitting him and he wasn't hurt at all."

"Aren't mutants supposed to be really, really bad? But if the mutants hadn't intervened just now, those crazed robots would have sent those big shots to meet their maker long ago."

"Yeah, they could have just stood by and done nothing, why did they intervene to save people?"

"Speaking of which, why would those robots attack these important figures? Are they mutants too?"

Upon hearing this last sentence, the expressions of the bigwigs present all changed.

The deputy minister stared intently at Trask, his voice turning cold: "Trask, you'd better explain to me why these Sentinel robots are attacking us. Are you saying... we're mutants too?"