A bespectacled man spoke in a deep voice, "I just reviewed his resume and found that he has clear goals, executes them decisively, and possesses extremely strong willpower."
"Besides, he just returned to Pochut City and inherited assets worth over a billion US dollars; money probably won't sway him."
"Therefore, we must find another approach."
The middle-aged man looked up. "For example?"
The bespectacled man said calmly, "We can provide support for the in-depth development of X-Gene potential and access to a top-tier global resource network."
No one would refuse to become stronger.
"In addition, I also noticed a detail,"
During his time at Xavier Institute, a young woman Clarice was always by his side;
After leaving the academy, a woman named Yidileisi became inseparable from him.
"His mental state is stable, his emotional needs are normal, and his preferences are clear. Obviously, like most healthy men, he appreciates outstanding women."
These words elicited a slight nod from the intelligence chief. "This point certainly warrants further investigation."
Similar dialogues are not unique to Hellfire. S.H.I.E.L.D.. and other forces are also simultaneously assessing and analyzing the situation, and the codename " Superman " is being used by different factions simultaneously.
In the quiet zone at the bottom of Xavier Institute, Professor X sat quietly in his wheelchair, his Cerebro glowing faintly, a gentle smile on his face.
" Superman... that's quite fitting."
He had long been aware of Chen Xiao's unique qualities.
At first, when his strength was still shallow, it was not a problem, but as his strength improved day by day, his physique became more and more powerful, and he even mastered the Heat Vision.
Later, he unlocked the ability to fly, and he also has a particular fondness for basking in the sun. All these behaviors combined make one wonder: is he really not Mutants, but Superman in Mutants?
Thinking of this, Professor X pondered for a moment, then softened his tone. "Fortunately, the sudden emergence of two mutants in Pochut City has diverted a lot of attention from him."
"Otherwise, as a member of the X-Men, if he were involved in a major incident that resulted in the deaths and injuries of thousands, those politicians and the military would already have ready reasons to target him."
"However..." He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips, "Do they really dare to provoke Vitas? He's not one of those restrained young players from school."
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the courtyard. Chen Xiao sat in the garden pavilion, sipping tea, Lucia, a blonde mature woman, stood beside him, head bowed, giving a report.
"President, after annexing Trunk's territory, the Bloody Hand Society now controls 80% of the underground forces in Pochut City."
"We took advantage of this opportunity to recruit a number of available external personnel, bringing the total number of external members to over 1,700."
"In addition, Trunk's vault was found in the ruins, but it only contained a batch of gold, worth approximately three million US dollars."
"He used all the remaining funds to purchase weapons, and now that batch of weapons has been basically seized."
"Furthermore, the mayor of the Pochut City Council has requested a meeting with you; the command of the military base outside the city has also sent word that they would like you to come over for a cup of tea when you have some free time."
Tell them I'm busy lately.
As soon as Lucia finished speaking, Chen Xiao calmly said, "Going forward, apart from major directional and decision-making matters, you will each be responsible for your own affairs within the association as before."
"Huh?" Lucia was slightly taken aback.
She had thought that Chen Xiao would tighten his control after taking power, but to her surprise, he still delegated all daily affairs. Wasn't he afraid of repeating the mistakes of the Chen Family?
On second thought, he felt relieved: with the president's current strength, no one would dare to harbor any disloyal thoughts.
At this moment, Chen Xiao suddenly looked up and asked, "By the way, what's the feedback from the construction company?"
Lucia immediately snapped back to reality, "As per your request, they worked through the night to assess and confirm the main framework of the underground research institute. It has five floors, and it will take at least three months to complete."
"Three months?" Chen Xiao frowned slightly.
Lucia smiled wryly, "President, just the processes of excavating the foundation pit, pouring the pile foundation, and grouting the concrete take an extremely long time. This is already the maximum speed we can go."
He was well aware of the difficulty involved, but time was of the essence.
"Okay, I understand." He nodded slightly, and after Lucia left, he took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Professor X, who was far away in the America.
" Vitas, do you need any help?" Professor X's usual gentle voice came through the receiver.
Chen Xiao went straight to the point. "Professor, I want to build an underground research institute, but conventional construction teams are too slow."
"We would like to ask Professor Jacked to bring a group of people over to assist with the setup."
Professor X replied without hesitation, "No problem, I'll arrange it shortly."
"However, a word of caution: while Jacked and his men excel at rapid construction, they lack combat experience. Once they're there, you'll have to keep an eye on their safety."
"Understood, don't worry."
After hanging up the phone, a faint smile crossed Chen Xiao's face.
Besides settling old scores, another crucial task upon this return is to establish its own research base and conduct in-depth research on the X-Gene.
The team on the other end of the phone, led by Jacked, were the creators of Xavier Institute's underground base—a group of special Mutants could use their superpowers to quickly solidify the foundation, pour reinforced concrete, and seal off explosion-proof structures.
"The infrastructure problem has been solved; the next step is equipment and raw materials."
He squinted, his gaze fixed on the distance, the outlines of the Sentinels and the Trask Industries Test Base appearing in his mind.
No guns, no cannons? The enemy will provide them for us.
However, a surprise attack on the Trask Sentry base, which is also a military facility certified by the America military, requires utmost caution: how to conceal their identities? How to escape unscathed?
After all, he is not yet powerful enough to disregard the state apparatus. Breaking off relations now would only disrupt his steady growth.
Furthermore, how should a large number of precision instruments and experimental materials be transported out?
He sat quietly in the pavilion, the sun blazing down, his internal energy surging and churning with the sunlight, as if it were about to burst forth at any moment. Looking up at the blinding sun in the sky, Chen Xiao suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.
A long-forgotten question quietly resurfaced:
What exactly am I supposed to do?
Yeah, what for?
Having been in this world for so long, the first half of my life has been driven by the need to survive: desperately becoming stronger, dodging pursuers, and gaining a foothold, without even a moment to catch my breath.
In my previous life, I buried myself in my studies before my early twenties, and after graduation, I worked day and night. Before I could savor the taste of life, I suddenly passed away.
This life is the same; from childhood, I've been studying, training, and planning, always on edge until now.
Only now, having truly grasped the power to protect himself, did he stop for the first time and ask himself: What is the meaning of life?
Is it money? Power? Beauty? Or poetry and distant places?
Is it about unraveling the mysteries of the essence of life? Or about exploring the boundaries of unknown knowledge?
Or perhaps, it's simply to stand atop all living beings, overlooking the myriad worlds?
Countless thoughts surged through my mind, my thoughts racing like a high-speed engine, repeatedly questioning this proposition that humanity has been pursuing for thousands of years.
But what's the answer?
Even he himself couldn't find a truly reassuring answer.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly sighed softly, a smile returning to his face, "Sure enough, once people are full, they start thinking about useless things."
Why think so much? Only children make choices. I want it all.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was no more hesitation in his eyes, only a clear and firm resolve.
Everything he possesses now is rooted in his strength. Therefore, only after he collects Six Infinity Stones and obtains overwhelming power on par with Thanos will he truly begin to enjoy life, such as assembling a team of women, each with their own unique charm, to pursue poetry and distant horizons together.
Therefore, Chen Xiao's goal has always been clear and unwavering.
While continuously honing his Superman physical abilities under the sun, he also diligently explored the fusion path of X-Gene abilities in order to expand his current combat capabilities.
Last night's fight exposed his problem: his fighting style was too simplistic, relying almost entirely on brute force.
While this style is certainly powerful and sharp, it always seems somewhat thin, lacking a striking and crisp feel.
As Chen Xiao forged ahead with determination, far away on the Africa continent, the Mutants capital city, which was about to be officially established as a nation in a week, was quietly getting under control.
Inside a conference room on the top floor of the building, Magneto was discussing the first draft laws of the Mutants Republic with more than twenty core members.
The participants included Mutants with diverse abilities, as well as ordinary people with extensive knowledge and experience.
After all, no matter how amazing one's superpowers are, it doesn't equate to knowing how to govern. Even if a country is just beginning to take shape, there are still mountains of things to be decided every day.
The meeting lasted a full hour. After it ended, Magneto returned to his office and wearily rubbed his temples.
The boundless pride he felt when he announced the founding of the nation still echoed in his ears, but now he truly realized that realizing an ideal was far more difficult than making a declaration.
These days, he's either coordinating affairs or on his way to coordinate them: from the constitutional framework to a street brawl between two Mutants.
At this critical juncture, he had to make almost all the decisions himself.
Just then, three soft knocks sounded at the door.
Magneto said in a deep voice, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and three Mutants slowly walked in.
Leading the group was the Nightcrawler, who had participated in the battle of Alcatraz; the silver-haired youth in the middle had a languid expression, but his movements carried a tension that seemed ready to tear the air apart at any moment; and finally, there was a green-haired girl who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, but her eyes were as cold as frost.
The Nightcrawler bowed slightly. "Speaker, did you summon us for an important mission?"
Magneto's Mutants Republic adopted a parliamentary system: ninety-six ordinary members and twelve council members jointly governed the country, with Magneto himself serving as the first president of the council, and Jean Grey also serving as a council member.
Magneto's gaze swept over the three of them, and he slowly said, "In another week, it will be the founding day of the Mutants Republic."
"I plan to send you to invite a few key figures to the celebration."
Quicksilver was taken aback. "Huh? You really want me to go?"
As a Mutants speed has surpassed the limits of human time perception, his abilities are unique, yet he rarely shows himself. This is because, in his eyes, others are simply too slow: not only in their movements, but also in their thought processes.
Over time, he got used to being alone: playing games, browsing the web, and avoiding crowds.