Jiang Xiang did not put much faith in Blink's firm words.
If only a handful of senior officials in the United States were targeting the country's mutants, Jiang Xiang could still believe the mutants had done nothing wrong.
But if the vast majority of ordinary people also thought there was nothing wrong with targeting mutants, then a massive racial conflict had developed.
That was simply not something compromise and balance could resolve.
Nor was it something that could be settled by debating right and wrong.
Besides, given what Magneto had done, targeting mutants was hardly unjustified.
He had brought along machines, intending to transform half the world's leaders, without even verifying whether those machines were safe.
Was that something any sane person would do?
At a seaside resort hotel.
A ray of golden sunlight shone over the earth, filtering through the elegant curtains, doors, and windows.
Breathing the warm air of freedom and gazing at the sparsely populated beach and lake, Blink felt a genuine sense of relief.
She savored these rare moments of peace.
Arriving at the hotel's buffet restaurant, Blink once again gathered a huge pile of food and began munching away.
She was like a hamster venturing out again.
It could not be helped. They really had been desperately short of food.
Ever since robots had replaced human workers, farming had become fully automated and computerized.
Under this fully automated production model, mutants simply could not obtain food freely, even if they had money.
Besides, mutants' money was not recognized at all.
For that very reason, many mutants, especially those under Magneto, had chosen to head to the East and seek refuge with the Eastern Alliance.
But most were arrested within days of arriving, and some were even executed by firing squad.
Accustomed to the freedom and