Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

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Kuaiyin was finally released.

The price was that his sister had a black blood-dripping devil head tattoo on her neck. Wanda used his loyalty in exchange for the safety of his unconscious brother. Cyber ​​didn’t bother with their siblings, but Wanda seemed to I sent Kuaiyin back to Sokovia, where the siblings grew up.

Incidentally, the speed of Kuaiyin was sealed with Chaos Magic.

She would rather let her brother be an ordinary person and live unhappy for a lifetime, and she didn't want him to be involved in anything related to Cyber.

This is not to say that Wanda was indifferent to his father’s death. Rather, as Saibo said, there was no deep hatred between him and Magneto King Eric. In a sense, Saibo really inherited Wan. A mutant of Magi Wang's legacy, and now, as a secretary, Wanda is sitting in the office of the official residence in Mexico City, looking at the utopian map in front of him in the sun. There is always an illusion.

If his father is still there, he sees the mutant utopia just established now, maybe he will feel satisfied too?

The issue of mutants is sensitive. This is a worldwide issue. Every change will affect the pace of the world’s progress. Therefore, the founding of Utopia did not have much momentum, nor did it go to a grand-sounding ceremony. A small-scale ceremony declared the Utopia's dominance over Mexico, and the mutants have truly had their own motherland in the world.

It is worth mentioning that the Heavenly Sword Bureau also sent Mr. Quan, who had dealt with Cyber ​​to participate in this small ceremony. It was a kind of tacit understanding. The US government was busy dealing with the mess of the Battle of New York. They chose to ignore such things as a new country.

This is also the response of other countries in the world...it seems that utopia does not exist at all.

However, the truth is...

"Professor, just two hours ago, we had to temporarily close the three coasts used to accommodate foreigners."

Ororo, a storm girl in a very formal office suit, said with a headache on her face:

"Within 12 hours, we received more than 20W immigration requests... Our people can't handle it at all. We don't have experience in handling government affairs. The previous Mexican theater was also a wartime system. During this week, everyone Everything is a mess, there is no effective cooperation..."

The new Utopian Immigration Commissioner kept spitting out bitterness to her tutor. She looked at the professor sitting opposite to her, with a cheerful smile on his face. It seemed that all the troubles in front of her were no longer troubles. .

"Professor, to be honest, many temporarily appointed officials, including me, have doubts about whether we can manage such a large piece of land. Now it is not in the college. If we do not deal with the problem properly, this country will become It's a mess."

"Well, Auroro, my most proud disciple."

The professor reached out his hand and stopped Ororo's words. He looked out the window. There, the grand parade of floats in the previous few days seemed to be vivid. The pedestrians on the road greeted each other and enjoyed the new day. Other places are different. The streets here are full of mutants. Although the city still has traces of garrisons not long ago, there is a positive enthusiasm surging here.

"I know what you are worried about, but I have the same concerns."

The professor retracted his gaze, and he looked at his disciple gently, as he did at Xavier College, with his hands on the desk:

"Sometimes I also think, what if the country that our compatriots sprinkled their heads and blood to build, this piece of land acquired at the expense of too many talents, is paralyzed by our poor management?"

"But then I wanted to understand, Ororo, we were able to build this country by itself and we have done what we could not do before. When Eric and I were young, we dreamed of having a home of our own. Now, the most difficult step has been taken. Cyber ​​took us to create a new country. No one can ask us to do better."

Professor Charles said softly:

"Don't be afraid of making mistakes. We are managing a country. How can we not make mistakes? But as long as we do our best to do our best... tell those compatriots who are anxious to emigrate that utopia has just been established and the system still has great Vacancies, we cannot accept so many immigrants in a short period of time. From now on, 500 immigration quotas will be opened every day. We will select good talents from the previous Mexican government administrators and wait until they are skilled before opening up to 1,000 immigrants per day."

The professor gave a solution:

"To tell the truth to our people, I believe they will understand us. It only takes 10 years. Ororo, as long as Utopia can persist for 10 years, we will be able to reintegrate into the world with another attitude. One day, We will be accepted by the United Nations, and we will truly be an existence recognized by other countries, appearing grandiosely on every map of the world, and we don’t need to keep our heads down to live.”

Ororo let out a sigh of relief, and calmed down from being overwhelmed by the cumbersome government affairs. The former fighter became a high-ranking official in the new country. This change will always be a bit difficult. She stroked her white hair and her face again. There was a slight smile:

"Well, professor, I will discuss with the people in my department again and come up with a solution. By the way, Scott’s problem may be more serious... He is really not suitable for being a tax officer. And Mexico’s tax laws were a mess when the drug lords were rampant, and he might come to bother you again in a while."

"Call me the speaker, boy."

The smile on Professor Charles’s face remained unchanged, and he said softly: “Here is a waste of time, and we need every one of our compatriots to contribute to this country, but you’re right, Scott may be more suitable to be a Patrol the police, but he doesn't need to worry too much, Hank will come back soon to replace him."

"Hank?"

Ororo's eyes widened: "Teacher, are you fainted? Hank already..."

"Shh!"

The professor put his finger to his mouth and revealed a mysterious smile:

"It's a secret, boy, Saber has kept their soul, and we will see him soon."

"The piano?"

Ororo hurriedly asked: "Where is Qin? Can Qin come back?"

"Jin..."

Charles shook his head regretfully, and his fingers flicked on the document in front of him: "This is the one thing I regret most, Qin, really left us, but it may also be a kind for her. Get free."

In another conference room, the other founder of Utopia is also busy with his work. Cyberbai, in a serious suit, sits bored in a chair. Next to him are senior Utopia officials appointed temporarily. There are mutants. There are also locals, the ratio is about 1:2. Although Utopia is nominally a mutant country, in fact, even if Cyber ​​is cruel, it will not kill all the ordinary people in Mexico.

In this country that has changed its regime, the number of ordinary people is about 120 million, and the total number of mutants in the entire world is estimated to not exceed 8000W. In other words, for a long time in the future, the main body of utopia The nation is still ordinary people.

But this is enough. At least three days ago, 47 of the world’s top legal experts hired by Cyber ​​Heavy began to formulate a Utopian constitution. No one knows what the specific bill will be. One of them must be added to this country. , Mutants fully enjoy the same rights and obligations as ordinary people.

No one wants to be superior, but equality, this is the only appeal of mutants, but only one point, according to experts, is enough to attract at least 500W mutant immigrants from all over the world for utopia.

This is the last thing Cyber ​​can do for utopia.

He knows that he is not a qualified manager. It is enough to be a nominal leader. As for the cumbersome governance of the country, these should be left to the true elites of these mutants, Professor Charles. He does not have that. Time and no energy to do these things.

But when this country needs it, he will still take up arms for it again.

It is worth mentioning that Professor Charles recently received many letters, including many senior leaders of the Brotherhood of Mutants who fell apart after the death of Magneto. These hidden guys expressed their willingness to unconditionally integrate into Utopia and become a mutant country. Effectiveness.

Although the concepts are different, the arrival of these once diehard Magneto will also inject new vitality into the country. As we all know, in a qualified government, both hawks and doves must exist and need to be balanced.

"Boss, there is a letter from you!"

After the long meeting, Saber yawned and walked out of the meeting room. Sergey, who was waiting at the door, reached out and stuffed a special letter into his hand. Saber frowned and checked that there was no sign in his hand. He breathed a sigh of relief from the source's letter, turned and walked into his office.

He can foresee... another wave of trouble is coming.

"Dear Mr. Cyber:"

"When you received this letter, I might have been fighting for my home on Paradise Island. The long-silent Atlantis Dynasty recovered from the dark sea abyss and began to march towards Paradise Island. I Also received what I have been waiting for."

"My mother, Queen Hippolyte asked me to return to my hometown to fight for the people. This is a mission I must stick to. But I can't pretend to ignore the threat of Ares hidden in the dark. Therefore, I decided to ask. You help me accomplish this, capture his servants, and find out his evil plan."

"If things go well, I will return to the human world in about 3-4 months. If things don’t go well, I will probably be buried in my hometown just like my ancestors. Atlantis people are strong in the sea. The enemy, even if it is me, there is no certainty of victory. If I die, my friend, please do not feel sad for me. After all, a soldier deserves to die in the battlefield."

"I have to admit that, apart from my former lover Trevor, you are the most reassuring opposite sex I have ever met. Please forgive my recklessness, but please be sure to do me this favor. Ares masters With the remaining half of the war power, once his conspiracy begins, the entire world will be caught in the flames of war, this is for me and for yourselves."

"——-From your loyal friend Diana"

Cyber ​​quickly read the letter, and it can be seen that this letter was written by Diana in a hurry, without revealing too much plot, but Cyber ​​can barely guess the trouble Diana is facing. This is similar to his experience of smashing through the hell to find an experience to return to the world and save Gotham, and being entrusted with an important task by a distinguished lady, Cyber ​​also felt that kind of trust.

Although the number of meetings is small, it is clear that the other party has regarded him as a friend who can entrust him to the funeral. Maybe it is really like Diana said when she joked, she has a pair of eyes that can see through people's hearts.

But in any case, if a friend asked for help, Saibo couldn't ignore it, and because of this letter, he suddenly remembered something that had been forgotten in his head.

"Didi"

He rang the communicator on the table, and after a while, Coleson's low voice sounded:

"What's the matter? Cyber."

"I want to ask, Coleson, during the search of the secret warehouse of SHIELD..."

Saber lowered his voice: "Did you find the warhammer I used? It's the thing called the "War Scepter"."

"Wait a minute."

Coulson was silent for a few minutes, and then said:

"No, according to the information in my hand, Fury should have placed it at Base 37, but we checked it there just yesterday and there was no warhammer in it."

"I see."

Saber rubbed his chin, thought for ten seconds, and then said: "Add another mission, Coulson, send out all your spies. I want the tower-level mutant, the whereabouts of the saber-toothed tiger Victor. , The sooner the better!"