Peace Conference

Inside a car not far from the White House, Qin Yi scanned the situation inside the White House with his psychic power.

After confirming that the president had entered the secret room alone with his little secretary, Qin Yi put on a black mask in the car, altered his build, and then used magic to conceal himself.

After repeatedly ensuring that he would not be exposed, Qin Yi took A-San and vanished from the car amid a ripple of spatial fluctuations.

Inside the secret room the president had specially renovated before taking office.

After hurriedly closing the door.

The obese president shoved his little secretary into a corner. Just as he was about to undo his belt—

A spatial vortex appeared behind them.

Qin Yi stepped out of the vortex and stared at the scene in the secret room in surprise.

These foreigners really knew how to have fun.

Leaning against the wall, the little secretary saw the sudden appearance of a black figure over the president's shoulder and screamed in terror.

With a wave of Qin Yi's hand, the little secretary fainted.

The obese president turned around and saw the black figure before him. He could not help regretting his decision. If he had known, he would not have made the room soundproof.

Otherwise, the little secretary's scream would definitely have drawn the bodyguards over. Now he was screwed.

Just as the president was thinking about how to stall for time and wait for rescue, Qin Yi's voice rang in A-San's mind.

"A-San, turn into him. Pay attention to his appearance."

The president stared in shock as the man in black slowly transformed into his likeness. His crotch began to grow wet.

The obese president felt that he was finished.

Of course, what he did not know was that when Skrulls transformed into someone, they could not kill that person. It seemed they needed them to provide some kind of genetic material.

Qin Yi, still invisible, waved his hand, and the president fainted.

Afterward, he controlled the president's little secretary with his psychic power and said to A-San,

"Next, we wait for tomorrow's Peace Conference. A-San, in a moment, pick a few of the attendees and summon them separately to the president's office. Tonight, replace part of the military force assigned to security with your people as well."

After arranging A-San's itinerary, Qin Yi got busy in the president's office.

After several spatial transfers, by the afternoon, the Secretary of Defense presiding over the conference and several high-ranking United States government officials had all been replaced by Skrulls.

After confirming that no important personnel had been overlooked, Qin Yi lay in the Mirror Dimension with his hands behind his head.

Two birds with one stone. I can eliminate the Skrull threat while keeping the Mutants from being wiped out. Maybe I should switch careers and write scripts in the future.

Shaking his head, Qin Yi thought with a bitter smile of some miserable writer from his previous life. Perhaps that guy was sitting in front of his computer right now, clutching his hair and trying to figure out what happened next.

The next day, early morning.

"Can the battle between humans and Mutants, and the hatred that has persisted since World War II, be properly resolved at today's Peace Conference?

"Stay tuned for further reports from New York TV Station."

The blonde, long-legged reporter who had just finished delivering the news looked up.

The military had already taken control of the entire conference center. All media reporters who had rushed over after hearing the news were blocked outside the military perimeter.

Only the owner of the Daily Bugle had secretly slipped inside. Before long, two fully armed soldiers carried him out and threw him outside.

The Mutants released from the Mutant Control Center all wore Mutant Suppressors around their necks, flashing with red light.

Vice President Husky Smith led a squad of fully armed soldiers and escorted the Mutants to a holding area inside the conference hall.

Charles went over to comfort Storm, Cyclops, Beast, and the others among the crowd, telling them not to worry. This time, they would definitely solve the problems facing Mutants.

Beast, who had been captured for several days, looked excitedly at Charles, who could now walk normally.

"Charles, your legs... they're healed?"

Charles nodded, and the group began telling him about the miserable experiences they had suffered after being taken to the laboratory.

Until a little secretary informed Charles that the meeting was beginning.

Inside the magnificent conference hall.

The seat of honor stood empty. The United States' senior officials attending the meeting sat on the left, while Charles was the only one seated on the Mutants' side to the right.

The plump United States Secretary of Defense, Johnson, asked Charles across from him,

"Charles, where is Magneto?"

Charles had no idea how to answer. He had not received any message from Qin Yi even now. He could not exactly say Magneto had been captured, could he?

"Erik had something to do today. My apologies."

"It had better be that way. I seriously doubt your Mutants' sincerity. If it were not for peace in the United States, I would not be bothered to sit down and negotiate with you Mutants."

Qin Yi sat invisibly atop a beam in the conference hall, watching Johnson, the United States Secretary of Defense disguised as a Skrull, begin his performance. He sighed inwardly.

These Skrulls are fucking talented. They got into character so quickly. It would be such a pity to kill them.

Facing a group of sinister United States politicians, Charles soon found himself unable to cope.

The harsh terms proposed by the United States' higher-ups at the meeting made even honest Charles want to kill them on the spot.

A bespectacled Black congressman proposed having Magneto join the Beautiful Country Urban Construction Group to help build railways, overpasses, and the like. His reasoning was that Magneto's abilities should not go to waste. Having Magneto contribute to the United States' development and construction would also demonstrate the Mutants' contribution to society.

The Black congressman was clearly not very satisfied with his own arrangement.

He further proposed sending Cyclops into the mines, paired with Beast to transport ore. With such an arrangement, mining rare minerals deep underground would become easier.

Another female congresswoman suggested having Storm work for the meteorological department, helping create artificial rainfall to save government funds, but the Secretary of Defense stopped her.

Charles let out a breath. Thank goodness.

Though this plump Secretary of Defense did not have the best attitude, at least he was not overly harsh toward Mutants. Until the Secretary of Defense spoke again.

"Having Storm enter the meteorological department would be a waste of talent. The country has been short on electricity lately. Have Storm help generate power for the power department instead."

Vice President Husky Smith frowned.

Weren't they here for peaceful negotiations today? Something was off with Johnson and the others.

This was not negotiating peace. They were practically begging to start a war. Better watch for now.

Veins bulged on Charles's forehead as he clenched his fists tightly.

He truly wanted to crack open these sinister politicians' heads right now and see what exactly was inside them.

He turned and glanced at the Mutants being held nearby. The red lights flashing from the Mutant Suppressors around his fellow Mutants' necks calmed Charles down.

Panting, he said nothing more and looked across at the endlessly chattering United States officials, wondering whether he should kill them all.

Qin Yi, sitting on a beam in the conference hall, watched with great interest.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sure enough, no matter where I go, even after crossing into another universe, these capitalists' exploitative nature has not changed one bit.

Whether humans or Mutants, these heartless capitalists drink blood.

Suddenly, Qin Yi had an epiphany.

Could it be that my enemies are these evil capitalists? Did the system send me to this universe to save the oppressed masses of the United States?

Smacking his lips, Qin Yi froze for a moment.

Looking down at Charles seated in his chair, Qin Yi could clearly sense that something was off with Charles's state. Was this the prelude to his powers erupting?

Charles had endured for a long time at the conference table. The government officials across from him proposed a whole pile of additional terms and placed the compiled conditions before Charles.

Charles looked at the thick stack of documents. This... this was even thicker than the Encyclopaedia Britannica. Those shameless capitalists.

A voice rang in the mind of Charles, who was on the verge of erupting.

"Charles, they aren't human."