The authorities' dangerous stance

In the professor's office, in the form of Beast in human form, Hank McCoy sat at the principal's desk. Scattered on the desk were the results of his research with Reed Richards.

Professor X, who had just finished a phone conversation with the White House liaison officer, still looked agitated.

Hank hurriedly asked, "What did the White House say? Is the president willing to talk to us?"

Shaking his head, Professor X said, "Not optimistic. Although their wording wasn't strong, it didn't carry any real weight; it was all diplomatic rhetoric."

"But we've presented evidence. Jean's loss of control wasn't of her own volition; she was influenced by those aliens. The photos clearly show that alien warship."

That's not enough.

"What's not enough? Is it because the photos we faxed weren't clear enough, so the House doesn't believe us? In that case, I'll go to Washington and bring the original photos to show them."

Hank, holding the original photos he and Reed had developed together, was about to run out when Professor X stopped him.

He said, "The Palace of Hundred Palaces believes that photos alone are not enough."

"Even judges need witnesses and physical evidence to convict someone. How can you convince the White House with just a photograph? Not to mention that our explanation is unconvincing even to ourselves; everyone knows it's just an excuse."

Hank asked anxiously, "What other evidence does the White House want?"

"Alien corpses, living aliens, living aliens who know their entire plan, high-ranking living aliens, or even that spaceship. Or perhaps—"

"Or what? Qin, you mean? Are you going to send him out like a guinea pig?" Hank said angrily.

Professor X, equally agitated, said, "I never said that, and I would never do that!"

"Then—should we hand over that Henry Brown? Didn't he say he's an alien?" Hank suggested.

No matter how absurd it might seem, Professor X would never agree to such a flawed idea. He countered, "How can you be so sure that Henry Brown is on the same side as those aliens?"

"How are you going to hand him over? A group of people, scattered and disorganized, have all been taught a lesson by him once. What's more, we're either injured or have run away; we're not a fully-fledged fighting force at all."

"Should we just tell the White House to figure out how to catch him themselves? Have you considered that What If...? he really has nothing to do with that spaceship, we've just needlessly offended a powerful enemy. He was originally harmless."

Hank knew his idea was flawed, but he didn't know what to do next. The official stance had always been the biggest obstacle in Mutants affairs.

As long as the U.S. government shows a friendly attitude towards Mutants, even if some people do dirty tricks behind the scenes, Mutants will generally still have a chance to breathe.

The most troublesome approach is to remain neutral and not take a stance, because at that point, the U.S. government could do anything.

If the U.S. government adopts a hostile attitude, not to mention the resumption of the suspended Sentinel Program, the overwhelming oppression and targeting from official forces will make it difficult for Mutants to even breathe.

Even Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was targeted and destroyed by the military. If several Omega-level Mutant and the X-Men's headquarters were treated this way, how are ordinary Mutants supposed to cope?

It was in this predicament, caught in the middle, that Professor X continued to ponder the question of the origins of Mutants. Square Magneto did the same, only he chose a different path from Professor X.

This is why these two are considered the two spiritual leaders of Mutants; no one else is qualified to use such a title.

Thank goodness Charles Xavier is bald, otherwise he'd be plucking out all his hair by now. Professor X slammed his fist on the table angrily and said, "This won't do. We need to have our own people in the government."

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"How? By using mind control to control a member of U.S. Congress, or White House official?" Hank continued to offer suggestions.

Professor X immediately objected. "Of course not! We can't use mind control. If it gets exposed, our situation will become even more difficult. We need to have one of our own people clearly positioned in those roles."

Hank said, "How? Run for U.S. Congress and let Mutants win the support of ordinary people? Even if you have astronomical sums of money, it's hard to succeed if you throw it into this bottomless pit."

"The only possibility is to persuade the government to establish a special agency to handle Mutants affairs, with our own people in charge. But this can't be done immediately, and it certainly won't help Jean."

"I know." Professor X slammed his fist on the table again, maneuvering his wheelchair so that his back was to the door, out of sight of anyone. He said, "I know, let me think about this in peace."

Seeing that his longtime friend seemed unwilling to continue communicating, Hank McCoy was at a loss.

He had no choice but to leave the office. He needed to inform the other person about the whole situation. And that person was in even more trouble.

Inside the infirmary, older students from the juvenile school are temporarily taking over as nurses. Normally, this place is managed by Jean Grey, but she's not here now.

Next to Quicksilver was a stack of physics books, ranging from basic to advanced. He was using some tools to help him read them with difficulty.

Mystique, in her original form with blue skin and red hair, was resting on the hospital bed.

His vital signs have now stabilized after fluctuating during the first 24 hours.

"Perhaps I can recover even faster than expected," Hank thought as he checked the instrument data.

In fact, Mystique had noticed Hank the moment he entered the infirmary.

He was adjusting his breathing to ease the pain in his internal organs. Doing so would help his mutant abilities accelerate the transformation of his body and internal organs towards "normal."

When things had come to a temporary halt, he opened his eyes and looked at the man beside his bed, who was gazing at him tenderly.

"Is there any good news?" Mystique asked.

"Raven, you shouldn't put too much thought into this. You need to rest more," Hank advised.

"Once I'm dead, I'll have plenty of time to rest. Now, give me some good news."

Knowing this woman's personality, Hank came to the infirmary to tell her about his latest discovery.

However, he couldn't help but try to persuade the other party. Sure enough, he was met with a rebuff.

Hank had no choice but to obediently tell Mystique about his and Reed Richards ' discoveries, and how he had informed Professor X.

Charles's handling of the situation and the White House's attitude.