Charles quietly listened as Moira recounted the entire incident from beginning to end. He had already learned most of the information through mind reading, yet he patiently heard her out without interrupting once.
Once everything had been sorted out, he accompanied Moira to CIA headquarters.
The heavily guarded office building, the classified areas with their layers of security checks, and the journey to the central conference room all played out exactly as they had in the original plot.
After taking his seat, Charles spoke calmly. Addressing the CIA director, deputy director, and senior officials present, he clearly explained the principles of human genetic mutation, carefully broke down the underlying mechanisms behind the emergence of Mutants, and used professional academic theory to fully explain the origins of their special abilities and physical mutations.
When his rigorous, detailed explanation ended, Charles settled calmly back into his chair and waited for their response.
Yet neither of the two highest-ranking officials in the conference room showed the slightest concern. Their faces held nothing but indifference.
The director casually leafed through the documents on the table and spoke offhandedly, his voice full of derision:
"We've heard of Mutants. And we've already thoroughly investigated Vought International, which has been making quite a name for itself lately."
He looked up, swept his gaze over the room, and delivered his conclusion with absolute certainty:
"At the end of the day, those people are nothing more than ordinary people with physical deformities. Four arms, blue skin-at most, those are physiological defects involving mutations of the body's surface. They hardly qualify as special abilities."
With that, he turned toward Moira, his voice abruptly turning cold and harsh, his mockery undisguised:
"Agent MacTaggert, you're being utterly ridiculous. Do you really think bringing in some mad scientist will convince us that a