Marvel – Immortal Path

A little bit earlier than the live broadcast, Washington DC, Hilton Hotel presidential suite.

Walter Holland, as the head of the U.S. State Department, the Chief Cabinet, and the U.S. Secretary of State, is a handsome and tall man of five 15 years old with ash-gray hair, a determined face, and a handsome face.

He has a perfect resume. He comes from a political circle, graduated from a prestigious law Academy, a law doctor, has worked as a lawyer, a senator, is good at geopolitics, has traveled all over the world for many years, and exhausted his full strength. Help the United States maintain its hegemony.

At this moment, the Lord Walter Holland is lying on the big bed in the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel. Old Zhang’s face is pressed down by the pillow, his hands and feet are tied with ropes and tied to the four corners of the wooden bed. , Screamed hoarsely.

"Don't kill me, oh, don't kill me, please..."

The Secretary of State’s voice was buried under the pillow, and the struggle gradually subsided, lying on his body. The Cambodian woman loosened her pillow and looked at the Secretary of State with her eyes closed. She timidly asked: "Wal, Walter? Are you okay?"

Your Excellency Secretary of State suddenly opened her eyes. Looking at the tall Cambodian girl with heavy makeup, she said sternly: "I think it's okay, let's continue, okay?"

"Go to hell, Walter!" The Cambodian girl beat the Secretary of State with a soft pillow. The chest, half scared, half annoyed, yelled: "You scared me to death! Next time you want to play choking, go find someone else!"

Walter greeted each other indifferently Acting like a baby, each minding their own business said: "I think you should press the pillow harder, otherwise I won't experience the pleasure of suffocation..."

Boom, boom, boom.

The wooden door of the presidential suite was slapped fiercely. With the sound of the key being inserted into the lock cylinder, two silhouettes rushed in.

One is a lobby manager holding a hotel key and wearing a staff uniform, and the other is a female secretary in the secretary of state's office.

The secretary glanced at the battered and exhausted Secretary of State, who was hurriedly wearing clothes, and calmly said to the lobby manager: "You haven't seen anything. Go out now. There is nothing to do with you."

The lobby manager hurriedly concealed the door and retired. The female secretary calmly walked into the room and shouted at the secretary of state: "Sir, are you not under the control of your lower body 24 hours a day?"

"Um..." The secretary of state put on his own pants laboriously, frowning and said, "If I guessed correctly, there should be none."

"..."The secretary was momentarily Qi Jie, too lazy to explain to him, directly picked up the remote control placed on the bedside table and turned on the TV.

Unsurprisingly, the TV screen of the Hilton Hotel presidential suite is also occupied by Magneto’s old face.

In the stunned expression of the Secretary of State with only half of his pants, Magneto slowly said: "...The so-called Weapon X Project can be traced back to thirty years ago. The main purpose is to develop Super Soldier that can use abilities to prevent threats from the Soviet Union and possible domestic Mutants social problems... "

"Fuck!"

Your Excellency Secretary of State sucked in a cold breath, glared at the secretary, shouted: "What's the matter? Isn't this Magneto? How could he show up? On TV?"

"The sky has already turned upside down." The secretary said grumpily: "Magneto hijacked the screens of most of the world's networked devices, from Washington to New York, from Tokyo to Paris, and even those in the Middle East. The televisions in the homes of the herders guarding the sheep in the area are all broadcasting his pictures."

The naked eye was visibly sweating on the face of the secretary of state. He hurriedly put on his pants and shouted to the Cambodian girl. "Hey, baby, get my shirt."

The Secretary of State dressed in good clothes followed the secretary to the elevator and walked downstairs, rushing all the way to the government bus that had been parked there, moved towards the White House Go in the direction.

Without ordering, the secretary has already handed a thick pile of Weapon X Project information to Walter, and took out the tablet to watch Magneto’s global live broadcast.

While chewing quick-acting refreshing oral candy, the Secretary of State tried his best to remove the strange smell in his mouth, while scanning the paper files at a glance.

"Mutants Authority...human test...artificial insemination..."

Walter Holland became more and more frightened as he watched, even though he knew Among the Gungun princes in Washington, there are not a few pure-bred human chauvinists, but he absolutely did not expect this William Stryker to dare to do so excessively.

"Where is the president?" the Secretary of State asked ardently.

"In the tactical command room of the underground fortifications." The secretary said sternly: "There is no plan for this kind of emergency. If Magneto reveals all these contents..."

"No one can afford this pot!" The Secretary of State said solemnly: "Weapon X Project has been underway for thirty years. During this period, how many owners have changed for the White House? How many waves of bureaucrats has the Pentagon changed? How many powers are there? You know, but don't say it is broken?"

A military plan listed under Pentagon can continue to persecute the citizens of United States in a time span of decades.

If the "Watergate Incident" is at best a scandal caused by a certain powerful and his vassal, then the Weapon X Project disclosed by Magneto refers directly to the entire US Military and even the entire federal government.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. and FBI, they are trying to interrupt the live communication, but hope is low," the secretary said softly: "The President knows very little about Weapon X Project. He has just taken office and is innocent."

"This is not a question of whether a president or a president!" The Secretary of State said in a difficult heart: "This is the problem of the entire federal government! Angry people have no patience or wisdom, waiting for the federal government to go through tedious investigations and internal Self-check to find the murderer.

They just want to vent."

The Secretary of State's thoughts changed sharply, and he roughly typed the draft in the blink of an eye.

He doesn't care how big this storm is, how deep the water is in it, there is only a single thought left in Walter Holland's heart.

Maintain this glorious and great country.

It is the spirit of the United States and the Constitution of the United States that unites the United States, rather than a single authority.

The president can be sacrificed and the military can be discredited, but the people of the United States cannot completely lose their trust in the federal government and the federal constitution.

Walter stared out the window blankly, he clearly sensed the depression before the storm.

He may have a slutty private life, and his lower body may control his brain intermittently, but Walter is a loyal patriot and a papermaker.

When the wind and rain are shaking and the building is about to fall, all he can do is to repair the broken ship.

The bus stopped, Walter rushed to the tactical command room in the underground fortifications and pushed in.

The big screen placed inside the door was mirroring Magneto's old face, and those who really decided the direction of the country were arguing, clamoring, arguing, and could not come up with an idea.

The president, the handsome Latino middle-aged man who had just taken office not long after seeing Walter walk in, his frowning brows finally eased slightly.

The President managed to squeeze out a smile, and said to the Secretary of State who he regarded as a think tank, right-hand man, and right-hand man: "Walter, you are finally here."

"Yes. , I’m here, Mr. President.” The Secretary of State took a deep breath and swept past those gloomy and bitter-looking colleagues, said solemnly: “A disaster is inevitable, but now, please let everyone put aside their controversy and suspicion. Let’s take care of the aftermath of the disaster."