Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 247 The Tension Escalates (Ninth Update)

"Mutant, cease all movement. You are suspected of assassinating the president, a first-degree felony. I now order you to surrender immediately. If you dare to use your powers again, we will not issue any further verbal warnings."

A stern warning roar came from outside the church.

There is no doubt that this warning is very serious.

It's so serious that there's only one chance.

"Damn it, those guys are really planning to start a war."

Logan understood the underlying meaning of this warning.

Those people didn't care at all whether Nightcrawler would escape. If Nightcrawler did escape, they would immediately amplify the mutant panic theory.

This completely defines the nature of this assassination attempt.

This sparked a war against mutants.

"professor."

Scott frowned. The sounds outside had stopped, but he could sense the tension growing stronger.

He quickly whispered to the professor on the other end of the headset.

"It seems some things are unavoidable, Scott. Take the child out."

"If possible, avoid conflict as much as possible."

In my mind, I heard Professor X's gentle yet helpless voice.

Scott knew the professor had made a choice.

So he nodded to the others, then looked at the Nightwalker who was slumped on the ground: "Hey, what's your name?"

Kurt Guevara.

"The Nightcrawler said in a low voice."

"OK, Kurt, let's face this together. Trust us, we'll protect you."

Scott walked up to the Nightcrawler and extended his hand to him.

Nightcrawler Kurt stared intently at the hand in front of him, then looked up at Scott's aloof yet gentle face. Finally, he placed his hand on it and, with Scott's help, stood up.

"Let's go."

He patted Kurt on the shoulder and led him outside.

The rest of the X-Men followed closely behind, but no one, including Phoenix herself, noticed that her pupils were tinged with blood.

The group arrived outside the church.

You can see a large number of fully armed soldiers, Humvees equipped with heavy firepower, tanks, and Apache attack helicopters and F-22 fighter jets patrolling in the sky.

In addition, a large number of journalists from news media rushed to the outer perimeter of the encirclement.

News Corp's news helicopter has taken off, and cameras are already pointed at the church entrance.

The footage captured the direct confrontation between the human army and the mutants.

"X-Men?"

The highest-ranking commander on site, John, the FBI director in Washington, D.C., saw Scott and his men next to Nightcrawler, paused for a moment, and then immediately frowned.

After whispering a few words to the Army Major General and the USSS supervisor beside him, he pushed through the crowd and went to the front.

He was wearing a combat vest and had a gun strap strapped to his leg.

He has a rugged appearance.

"I am John, the FBI Director and the highest-ranking officer on site." He began with a cold and hard self-introduction, then his sharp gaze swept over the trembling Nightcrawler before finally settling on Cyclops Scott.

He shouted.

If you don't shout, you'll easily get drowned out by the noise from the scene.

Especially the noisy whirring of the rotors of the armed helicopters flying overhead.

National Guard soldiers around them raised their weapons, a dense array of gun barrels aimed at the X-Men.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense.

"Manager John, he was not instructed by us. He was manipulated and out of control, and committed a serious crime. We hope you can treat him fairly."

Scott's voice rang in everyone's ears.

Phoenix Girl amplified his voice using her mental powers.

His tone was earnest.

However, John didn't care at all. He stated firmly, "Whether he is being controlled or not needs to be determined after our interrogation."

His gaze swept over all the X-Men members present.

"And you are also suspected of giving instructions. Now, please immediately give up your resistance and accept our interrogation."

John's tough stance further escalated the already tense atmosphere.

All the soldiers stared intently at the X-Men, their fingers already on the triggers, ready to pull them at any moment.

Logan's expression had turned fierce.

Sharp steel claws were beginning to emerge between the hand and finger bones.

Scott looked directly at the manager, John.

His expression was very unpleasant.

The other party demanded that they completely surrender and be taken away for interrogation, which was undoubtedly unacceptable to Scott.

Scott's attitude towards ordinary people is inherently subtle.

His ideas differ somewhat from Professor X's.

He was a hardliner; he didn't like to bow down to humans, or rather, he didn't want to entrust the safety of mutants to these people.

Scott has witnessed far too many dark things along his journey.

He distrusts humanity, or to put it more bluntly, he distrusts any official institutions.

He had absolutely no trust in these people.

He had no doubt that if he and his companions gave up and were taken away, they would be treated badly.

Therefore, Scott planned to speak up and decisively refuse.

But Professor X's voice came through my head.

"Scott, don't be impulsive."

Scott paused for a moment.

As a result, all the soldiers on the scene suddenly found that they could not move their bodies, but they still had their own thoughts and consciousness.

This caused all the soldiers' faces to contort, including that of FBI Director John.

An invisible spiritual force swept by, and right outside the church, Professor X, sitting in a wheelchair, slowly moved over, his aged face calm and composed, blocking the X-Men's path.

"professor?"

"Professor, what's wrong...?"

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Everyone was surprised and asked, completely unexpected that Professor X would come. They hadn't seen Professor X when they came looking for Kurt before.

The professor raised his hand to stop everyone from saying anything more, and he faced John directly.

He first looked up at the Sky News helicopter, then looked at John.

"I'm sorry, Mr. John, I had to do this for the sake of peace, but please rest assured, I did not control you, I merely severed the connection between your consciousness and your bodies, but there is no harm done."

"Professor X."

Facing Professor X, one of the world's most powerful mutants, John showed no fear, instead maintaining a cold expression, even though he was unable to move.

He stared intently at Professor X: "If you think you can make us back down this way, you're wrong. He committed an unforgivable mistake. You assassinated the president; this is no longer an ordinary case. We will suspect that you mutants intend to start a war."

"I can tell you, you only have one choice: come with us and be interrogated."

"If this demand is not accepted, the government will immediately activate the highest level of contingency plan for superhuman threats."

This was not a threat, but rather an order that had already been given to him from behind.

This war was not a rehearsal.