I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 115 The Mutant Apocalypse?

In a conference room in Washington, D.C., encased in bulletproof glass and advanced soundproofing materials, the air was so thick it felt almost suffocating.

High-ranking officials of the United States government sat around a ten-meter-long mahogany conference table. No one spoke; only the occasional rustling of papers and soft coughs broke the silence.

Just a few days ago, these people were laughing and chatting and drinking at a grand banquet, but now they all have solemn expressions and furrowed brows.

The heavy curtains were drawn tightly shut, blocking all view from the outside world, except for the LED lights embedded in the ceiling.

The light strip emitted a cold, white light.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the meeting is now officially open."

The president, surrounded by bodyguards, entered the conference room and went straight to the head seat to sit down.

He looked around, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

"Next, Dr. Bolivar Trask will analyze the new forces of the Xavier Academy of Geniuses."

The president's voice echoed in the silent room, each word like a heavy hammer blow to people's hearts.

This is a secret meeting targeting the X-Men. Although the X-Men have saved the world many times and stood on humanity's side against external enemies, they are now seen as a potential threat.

"Everyone, please look here."

Bolivar Trask's wheelchair moved to the front, with his assistant following behind him.

He gestured to his assistant to switch the slides, and detailed information about the X-Men immediately appeared on the screen.

"These are people that everyone should be quite familiar with."

"But I want to remind everyone of something."

"These mutants are almost all among the most stable and powerful mutants in the current mutant population. They have even reached the point where they can ignore the laws of physics."

Trask's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

He pressed the remote control, and a picture of a young man appeared on the screen.

"Take this guy, Bobby Drake, nicknamed Iceman. He awakened his abilities at the age of twelve. Because his appearance didn't change, and his parents deliberately concealed it, his abilities were never revealed."

"Until an unexpected incident occurred, his abilities were accidentally exposed while protecting his girlfriend, leading to his imprisonment by the government."

Trask paused to make sure everyone was listening attentively.

He was later rescued by X-Men leaders Scott and Charles, and joined Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Unfortunately, this mutant was unable to discover his true powers.

He zoomed in on a photo of the Iceman using his abilities. In the picture, the Iceman's entire body was covered in a layer of crystal-clear ice, and the surrounding air was frozen into ice crystals.

"He can elementalize himself, instantly freeze molecules, and create large amounts of ice out of thin air. This means he has the potential to reach absolute zero!"

"Once he realizes the power of his abilities, he could even become a mutant unlike any other in human history. He might even be able to freeze a nuclear explosion instantly."

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

"And this is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to mutants."

Trask continued switching slides, his tone becoming increasingly impassioned.

"For example, Lucas Bishop, known as the Bishop, can absorb and release energy; Storm, Ororo Monroe, can manipulate the forces of nature, such as wind, rain, thunder, and lightning."

"Magneto, Erik Lansheer, controls magnetic fields; Juggernaut, has an invulnerable body; Kitty Pryde, the Shadowcat, can turn herself into a molecule and pass through any obstacle..."

With each new mutant introduced, the atmosphere in the meeting room grew increasingly tense.

"Xavier Manor is a vast treasure trove."

Trask's voice suddenly rose.

"However, this treasure vault is guarded by very powerful guardians. If we can defeat these guardians, we can obtain this power and become the masters of a new era!"

After Bolivar Trask finished his presentation, the meeting room fell into a deathly silence.

John Noble, standing to the side, had a fanatical glint in his eyes.

For a scientist obsessed with evolutionary research, nothing could be more alluring than Xavier Manor.

"Are our current forces capable of suppressing the X-Men?"

The president placed his hands on the table, leaning slightly forward; this was his primary concern.

The reason they didn't attack Xavier's Manor, and even allowed the escaped mutants to enter, was that they were waiting for the right opportunity to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

"no problem!"

Trask responded immediately, his voice brimming with confidence.

"I have absolute confidence in the Sentinel robots! They are the most powerful weapon against mutants."

"With the mutant suppressant we developed, the mutants at Xavier Manor are nothing more than ours to keep."

Trask knew that it might be difficult if it were just a simple Sentinel robot or a completely new mutant force.

However, with the addition of mutant suppressor drugs, the balance of victory will be greatly tilted.

If all else fails, they can even place the original drug on the battlefield using a special packaging method.

What kind of mutant could withstand this? They were determined to win this battle.

"However, the number of Sentinel robots can be increased appropriately."

"At the same time, a sufficient quantity of mutant suppressant drugs also needs to be available."

"At the same time, we need to make arrangements for the source of the mutant suppressant to prevent changes in the battlefield."

Trask pondered for a moment, then added.

What do you all think?

The president looked at the high-ranking officials present.

This is a high-stakes gamble. If they win, America's extraordinary development will take off.

Even if only half of the aforementioned mutants could be used by them, it would still bring about a qualitative change.

"I think it's worth a try."

A military general with four stars on his shoulder was the first to speak.

"The Sentinel robots and mutant suppressants may be inadequate against the demons of hell, but we have a natural advantage against mutants."

"Once we successfully capture those mutants at Xavier's Manor, we will be able to wield divine power as humans! At that time, what demons? What gods? They will all have to bow down before the United States!"

"I also think it's worth a try."

"The plan has already progressed to this stage, and there's no turning back. Besides, I don't think we'll lose."

Another high-ranking government official pushed up his glasses and echoed.

"In that case, let's vote."

"Those who support attacking Xavier's Manor, please raise your hands."

The president scanned the entire room with a sharp gaze.

In the silence, everyone slowly raised their arms without hesitation.

"Very well, then this resolution passes unanimously."

The president nodded in satisfaction and turned to Trask and Sublime.

"Dr. Bolivar Trask, Mr. John Sublime, the specific operational plans are now in your hands. The military will cooperate with your operations unconditionally."

"We have only one goal! To take down all the mutants at Xavier's Manor."

"We will do our utmost."

The two exchanged a glance, their excitement barely concealed.

After the meeting, the officials left one by one, leaving only the president and a few of his key advisors.

The president stood by the window, slightly drew back the curtains, and gazed at the gradually brightening horizon in the distance.

"The United States is the absolute master of the world."

He said softly.

Meanwhile, in the brainwave enhancement room beneath Xavier's estate, Professor Charles Xavier sat inside the iconic device, his brow furrowed.

The flashing indicator lights on the metal wall cast shifting shadows on his bald head.

"How's it going? Are you able to contact the outside world?"

Hank asked nervously, his blue, hairy hands clenched into fists.

This is the third time he has modified the brainwave enhancement machine, but the effect is still not ideal.

"It still doesn't work."

"Telepathy is locked down. We can't break through the outer barrier at all. We need to find a way to destroy those facilities."

Charles removed the device from his head, let out a long sigh, and his eyes were extremely grave. He had a premonition that the government was about to take action.

Recently, there has been a steady stream of mutants seeking refuge at Xavier's Manor, which is very unusual.

In Charles's view, it was more like the government was gathering all the mutants together and then wiping them out in one fell swoop.

time does not wait.

"Damn it! It still doesn't work!"

Upon hearing this, Hank angrily slammed his fist on the metal table, producing a dull thud.

"Don't be discouraged, Hank. I believe in you."

Charles spoke in a gentle tone, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He still has two trump cards up his sleeve.

He really didn't want to reveal his trump card unless absolutely necessary, because he couldn't control it either.

His first trump card was the power within Jean Grey. That divine power, capable of incinerating everything, was something even he couldn't predict.

He might become the guardian of mutants, or he might become a demon that destroys the world.

But if he was truly driven to the brink of despair, he wouldn't mind dying together with his opponent.

Charles himself was unaware of the shift in his thinking.

In the past, even if such a battle were about to break out, Charles would not have thought of it this way. But he himself did not feel that there was anything wrong with his change.

In his view, this was more like an awakening of thought after being driven to a dead end.

"I'll go check the perimeter defense system."

As Hank spoke, he turned and left the brainwave enhancement room, his heavy footsteps echoing through the metal corridor.

Charles remained alone in the darkness, his eyes closed.

His second trump card is hidden in the lowest level of this manor.

He also considers him the strongest mutant!

Its potential and strength even surpass Jean Grey.

But the opponent is even more unpredictable than Jean Grey! And there are more variables.

Looking at the metal floor beneath his feet, a rare hint of tenderness flashed in Charles's eyes.

His second trump card was his son, David Charles Haller.

However, because it was too uncontrollable, he sealed its heart and placed it at the very bottom of the manor.