"Back in the game?"
Hearing Mystique's question, Heisenberg let out a disdainful snort.
He lightly pointed the index finger of his right hand at Mystique's head.
"Raven, you'd better use your ass to think this through.
As long as mutants and humans still had conflicts, as long as humanity still feared Erik's power.
Under those circumstances, did you think Erik could really hide for the rest of his life?
And most importantly, whether it was me, you, Erik, or all our fellow mutants.
Why the hell did we have to hide like rats!!!"
With that, Heisenberg withdrew his finger and boredly rubbed his brow.
Across from him, Mystique lowered her head in grievance.
"Th... this is my head!"
She emphasized.
"Not my ass!"
"But the naivety in that head isn't even worth the shit wrapped in an ass!"
Heisenberg mercilessly cursed, then picked up his wineglass and continued questioning Raven.
"Where did you get news about the club? Logically speaking, the only ones who knew about what happened last night should be the United States government!"
"I... fine, I admit it. I've been undercover in the White House lately.
Ever since what happened last time, when Bolivar made me his target.
I'd been wary of the White House.
So, last night, as Senator Francis, I overheard internal White House discussions about Erik's attack on the Rocky Mountains base...
Wait, that wasn't Erik, was it?
The mastermind behind last night's operation wasn't Erik at all. It was you!"
As her words fell, Raven took a deep breath.
"I'm so stupid. I only just thought of that!
At the Hellfire Club, the boss they talked about wasn't Erik and Emma—it was you!
I don't think Erik would bow his head to anyone so easily, and Emma lived through the Black King Shaw's