Washington, White House.

The Oval Office is the place where the president works every day and meets guests. The office is located in the west wing of the White House, and is named for its oval shape. The interior design of the office is classical Baroque. According to convention, every new president will re-arrange the office according to his personal preferences. The president, who was originally seeking re-election, also intends to change his office design during his next term, and replace the overly strong and indifferent olive green carpet with warmer brown to symbolize that the policy tendency of the new term will be more pragmatic. This new style was already quite plump after several changes in the draft, but the events that happened not long ago forced him to stop his design.

Now this White House passerby no longer has to spend any effort on his office, because it won't take long to welcome its new owner in this historic room.

But before leaving, he still has some work to deal with to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future due to uneven distribution.

At this moment, the embarrassing head of state is holding a aftermath meeting. For the sake of the matter, the people he convened were not ministers, parliamentarians and celebrities who were familiar to the public, but included some countries that seemed inconspicuous but had real power in the government or had close ties with all aspects. These work was very complicated. Although there had been a lot of consultations in advance, the meeting was still held for three hours and was not close to the end until four o'clock in the afternoon.

Finally, the president began to make a final summary of the recent secret strike against the new mutant leader.

"At this point, we must get the greatest benefit from this person. I ask all parties to follow up in time. If we have had some small unhappiness, then I hope we can make up for the past losses with new discoveries." At this moment, the president has already recovered his calmness. After that torture, he can finally face his own shortcomings. Many people present have discovered that he was originally an indispensable underground counselor for the president, but due to his obvious selfishness, he had to leave the White House to make a living by himself. Other Texas brothers who always chatter and want to gain more benefits were gradually neglected by the president and also lost the qualification to attend important meetings.

Although he was frightened, he finally got rid of the annoying flies. His Excellency the President was secretly happy in private.

Perhaps the moment he successfully entered the White House, the original help began to shift to a burden. His short-sighted former partners were no longer willing to give, but paid more attention to demanding. Finally, they caused great trouble. It may not be a good thing to clear them out with this incident - maybe it was just waiting for a few more years. After operating for so long, His Excellency the President has enough confidence to control his own votes and take over here again.

Perhaps there are several places to be freed to receive more powerful new partners. The president pondered and looked at some of the powerful people with increasingly hot eyes.

After the meeting, these powerful people left one after another. One of them was stared at by the interested people outside.

"Mr. Stryker?" The middle-aged man with a rosy complexion and a neatly combed silver hair, called the mutant expert.

"Senator Kelly?" The slightly fat Stryker always looked sloppy no matter how he dressed up. Hearing the hello behind him, he turned around and quickly recognized the politician he had contact with. This was a fellow man who was as tough as him to mutants. They should have been their own people, but when the president asked him how to eliminate the threat of mutants, Stryker shamelessly chose to retreat - this was all brought by that bastard Eric - now he didn't know how this person would view him.

For Stryker, the changes have changed too quickly in recent years.

He has been mediocre for decades. Because the enemy's alms suddenly became hot, the good days were driven out of the military due to old scandals. Unexpectedly, the enemy and us are now changing again. He became the president's guest again. This change is as incredible as the plot of a third-rate novel, which makes Stryker, who has always focused on research and claims to be indifferent to fame and fortune, also confused about his future. It is rare that a senator takes the initiative to contact him, which is really a bit surprised.

"Hello, a loyal supporter of the Mutants Act." Stryker friendlyly held Kelly's hand, thinking that the person in front of him was still the former Kelly.

"Oh, that's right." Kelly kept smiling. "I heard that you were the ones in charge of this action? I did a pretty job, I want to congratulate you, William."

"No, the host has someone else, I'm just providing some advice." I have never doubted the issue of confidentiality. This kind of thing is as long as the public is unaware of it. However, when it comes to the power to preside over the action, Stryker is inevitably embarrassed. He knows where the pusher comes from, but he has become a simple consultant role in mutants.

"What are you going to deal with that person?" Kelly comforted him and asked casually, but Stryker avoided his question.

Although Kelly is a fellow, the fewer people you know about the secret, the better.

"There will be a suitable plan." Stryker responded vaguely.

"But will it cause trouble if killing him? You know that's a very difficult person. He has some subordinates and social relations. I'm worried that it will be as troubles as the last time the Free Island incident." Kelly expressed his concern, and Stryker could understand his mood. It was the last time Kelly advocated a strict mutant surveillance policy that led Magneto to attack Free Island and disrupt the global summit. The senator was hit by this and has been a little malfunctioning.

"Please rest assured this time." Stryker decided to reveal some news.

"We know how difficult it is to deal with mutants, so we tried our best to stabilize his accomplices. Everything has not changed from the past, except that person. Mutants are very powerful, but they have not really realized how powerful they are. And that person is different from his other compatriots. He cleverly distorted people's ideas and concealed the essence of the racial dispute to make people think that this is just another kind of discrimination. In fact, we are threatened, and now we are just returning to the original situation." He mentioned some things obscurely, although there was no clear notification, it was enough to satisfy the visitor.

Soon they said goodbye to each other and looked at the fat backs, a yellow light flashed in Kelly's eyes.

No matter how the outside world changes, the "that person" who was detained in the S.H.I.E.D. has spent another day.

Most of the time he was alone, and occasionally Captain America would come to visit him, and the most common ones were Colson's female colleagues.

"You are going to keep me here?" Eric asked casually during the chat.

"I originally wanted to lock you under the Ministry of Defense, all of which were plastic and cement, but there had been a failure there and it was no longer hidden, so the new full-magnetic prison is being renovated, and you will stay here for the time being." The female agent is now talking slowly with him.

"Do you feel like you're a failure?" Natasha pointed at his heart through the transparent survival box. "I think you're as sad as Hannibal."

She refers to Hannibal being abandoned by his own country and not being able to go to a dead end.

"His experience may have some similarities with me, but it must be a little different, because he will not be able to make a comeback once he fails." Eric said casually, and Natasha's heart jumped, feeling close to some key news.

"What about you?" she asked inadvertently, her soft hands stroking Eric's chest through the box.

Eric smiled and then changed the subject.

This is the same again!

This is always the case!

Natasha was so angry that her teeth were itchy. No matter how hard she tried to talk to her in the past few days, he would get up at every critical moment.

In Natasha's career as a agent, most of them fell to her feet, and of course there are also examples of failure. There is no need to hide it, but it is rare to see people who can keep their mouths tight in such an unfavorable situation, which makes her feel strong curiosity and desire to conquer.

She followed her patiently for a while and started a new topic.

"What did you do in the past?" Natasha asked softly, but she wanted to beat him up with a stick.

"What do you want to know?" Eric raised his eyebrows, feeling her patience was disappearing.

"I'm sure you're not a clone. Can I talk to me about my past experience?" The female agent continued to work hard.

"Do you want to know, or they?" Eric looked at the side, Natasha pretended to look back, and there was a prompt in the headset soon.

"What if I want to know?" She showed her most beautiful smile.

"Then let's exchange fairly." Eric gave her an unexpected proposal.

The exchange went smoothly beyond my imagination, but because it was so smooth that Natasha always felt that the other party was fooling herself.

According to Eric, he was simply a wanderer living in the cracks of time and space. He destroyed the conspiracy of ancient Egyptian priests. He once talked to the Holy Son and successfully conquered the Hot Spring Pass, captured Xerxes I, participated in the assassination of the Mongolian Khan, and was also a hero of the North American war.

In addition, some other bizarre experiences are not included.

Listening to the nonsense he was talking nonsense, Natasha's veins tensed from time to time, and she was so angry that she exploded. You must know that in order to win the trust of the other party, most of what she said was her own real experience, but in the end she got something completely meaningless.

There may be immortals, but Eric doesn't look like him no matter how he looks at it.

In the end, she could only beat the survival box heavily and left with uncontrollable anger. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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