Chapter 121 The person who wants to jump out

  Young Major William Stryker and his wife Marcy just bought a large cart of baby diapers.

  In order to be cheaper, they drove all the way to a large comprehensive store in New York State, 100 kilometers away, and bought up the supply for the next two months.

  The Strykers, who were parents for the first time, obviously did not expect that the small belly of their son Jason, who was only a few months old, could hold so much liquid.

"Don't worry, my transfer to New York this time was requested by a real big shot. The salary and benefits of this newly established department are very good. From now on, we will settle down in New York. There are benefits, too."

   Marcy, who was sitting in the back row, was teasing little Jason in his arms. Like himself, he had a different-colored iris, a white and tender face like a porcelain doll with blue-yellow pupils, and was extremely beautiful.

   "I will be satisfied if you can withdraw safely from there. It doesn't matter whether you are in New York or Phoenix, as long as our family can be together."

Marcie recovered quickly after giving birth. With long pale golden hair, thin and three-dimensional facial features, and strangely colored eyes, she is a complete beauty. Major Stryker cherishes and loves his beloved wife very much. , is a good man who takes care of his family.

  He didn’t mention his experience on the Vietnam battlefield in Southeast Asia, and the things there were not worth worrying about for his wife.

  At the end of April 1961, Stryker took the rank of lieutenant and was one of the first American special forces combat commanders sent by President Kennedy to fight in Vietnam.

  These types of troops are generally small in scale, and their organization and weaponry vary from place to place. They have undergone special training in counter-guerrilla warfare and other special training.

  Affected by the rainforest environment and harsh climate in the cross-region, it is difficult for the large-scale combat units and weapons of the United States to deploy, and the White House's special warfare plan came into being.

  In the early days of the battle, William Stryker made a lot of contributions, and was promoted to major immediately. He is an excellent tactician and commander, leading the team to continuously expand the victories in the dangerous and unfamiliar environment.

   But as soldiers with abnormal strength gradually appeared in the cross-regional army, the losses of the special operations team became more and more heavy. In the end, a considerable part of the special forces had to be withdrawn and replaced with the military's most elite super soldier unit—the Bald Eagle Guard.

   However, after being seconded from the Army to New York to join a newly established powerful agency directly under the White House, Major Stryker felt that his future had a better direction. After all, that gentleman is the person in power on the other side of the country.

   "In the afternoon, I will go to the bureau to report and meet with the new chief. If I can't make it back for dinner in the evening, I will call you in advance. Thank you for being with little Jason, my dear."

  Marcy pinched her husband's earlobe, the new unit is no better than the army, there are many beautiful female agents or clerical staff, the tall and straight Mr. Major, you must control yourself.

  Manhattan, New York, Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Agency Headquarters.

Minister Michael Hals was sitting in the second row of the round conference table as the second-ranked officer in the Bureau. He exchanged glances with Mr. Howard Stark from the Science Department as a greeting, and looked at Edgar · Director Hoover sat quietly in the first row.

   "Today there are two main things, to deal with the social impact and harm that mutants may cause in the future, and the personnel arrangement of secret service and secret agents in the bureau."

Roger Dooley, the former director of the New York Division of the Strategic Science Corps and the head of the reorganized S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence department, first spoke and presided over the speech. Colonel Phillips, one of the original founders of the SSR, has retired, and now only Howard is left Stark stayed in S.H.I.E.L.D. as the Minister of Strategic Technology Research and Development.

As for the flower of the British spy, he has already disappeared completely with the top secret "traitor" incident, and their information is combined in the most secret operation file of the intelligence department of the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. ".

   "Minister Du Li, did I hear you wrong? Are you talking about the social impact and harm of mutants? Our research on the group of mutants and their mutant power has just begun, how could they suddenly become hostile!"

  Michael Hals rubbed his face, his thick cheeks were squeezed out of shape, his small eyes widened in shock.

  Du Li glanced at Hals, did not speak, but kept looking at Director Hoover, who was obliquely above him, Hals's heart suddenly sank, and what he was most worried about seemed to have happened.

   "I have a piece of information here. Minister Hals, you should know more about the details, but what puzzles me is that the bureau has not received your detailed report."

  Although Edgar Hoover's seniority and authority are second to none in the entire American bureaucracy, he speaks in a very polite manner. He speaks softly without any special emotions, as if he is speaking the most vicious words with the most kind attitude.

  He signaled the secretary to deliver a piece of information to the participants one by one. Hals saw the New York suburbs like a golf course swept by hurricanes and bombings, tightened his jaw and did not make a sound.

"This is where the body of Colonel Bob Hendry, the key figure in the Turkish missile incident two years ago, was found. We all know that the incident was influenced by the Soviet 'Hellfire' force, except that some mutants were found at the scene The remnants of tissue and blood, including the mastermind, Sebastian Xiao, code-named "Black Emperor", have completely disappeared without a trace. It is certain that the tragic scene you have seen was not caused by any weapon of mass destruction. It's the power of mutants.'"

  Minister Hals pursed his thick lips, and finally said after a while:

   "Director Hoover, I was the first to arrive at the scene, and I was the one who notified the bureau and the military. As for the lack of specific incidents, it was because—"

   "I know, because brain memory is affected."

Hoover knocked on his forehead. As an old man in his sixties, Mr. Director's hairline is considered to be very good. He stopped Hals' words, as if he didn't want him to say something in public. first and last name.

"Your head advisor to the Mutant Forces Unit, Professor Charles Xavier, is a mutant with 'psychic' powers, I think that's the right word. Your recent work has been very productive, some of your colleagues may not Clearly, by researcher Hank McCoy, who, by the way, is also a mutant."

  Director Hoover paused, and after everyone had digested the information in these two sentences, he continued to speak slowly.

"By relying on the 'brain wave device' he invented, Professor Xavier can search and connect the thoughts and spirits of mutants all over the world. Through this magical ability, they counted a large number of mutants living quietly in New York information, and have already touched part of it. Please think about it, this kind of power can not only be used to find mutants.”

Hoover watched with satisfaction all the participants, including Michael Hals, and the high-level S.H.I.E.L.D. officers who attended the meeting remained silent, and let the discussion among the crowd continue to ferment until Howard Stark loudly interrupted:

"I also participated in the transformation and improvement of the brain wave instrument. The power is really amazing. Professor Xavier has brought it to the extreme, but this young gentleman is a very upright and principled American. There is society with great goodwill and—”

   "Mr. Stark! It is precisely because you once believed in the so-called personal character and virtue that you finally made the big mistake of the 'traitor' incident!"

  Hoover loosened his neckline, and soon returned to his unhurried speech speed, and said softly:

"Please think about it, in addition to the ones just mentioned, there are still mutants in this society who have special abilities due to genetic mutations. They may abide by the law, or they may be robbers in a black community. You guys How can we guarantee the safety of the citizens of the United States!"

  Mr. Director said a lot, took a sip from the teacup, and now he feels that age is a big problem, and when he talks too much, his temples twitch suddenly, but fortunately, he has found a solution now.

  He put down his teacup, suddenly smiled at Mr. Stark and said:

"Howard, you don't need to worry about this. The Stark Group's arms and weapons were found in the captured Vietnamese armaments, and many countries in the Soviet camp have products from your group. The FBI will arrive soon. Your family has done some routine investigations, remember to sort out the work at hand after the meeting today, and a new person in charge will take over tomorrow."

  Edgar Hoover ignored Stark's yelling and questioning. He got up and left the conference hall alone, scratching his ears. He couldn't hear the hysterical noise, couldn't solve the problem, and exposed his thoughts and bottom line.

  On the bench at the end of the hallway outside the hall, a young officer wearing a military cap and the rank of major was sitting in a regular manner. When he saw Hoover coming out, he hurriedly got up, his leather shoes were tapped crisply, and he saluted neatly:

   "The former American Army Special Corps went to Vietnam, and Major William Stryker is reporting to you!"

   "Calm down, relax Major Stryker, and I don't have any rank, you don't have to salute me."

   Hoover looked at the black-haired and bushy-browed Major Stryker, who was over 1.8 meters tall, quite heroic and capable, and waved his hands cheerfully. The young Mr. Major grinned and said:

   "You are my officer, respect and obedience, regardless of rank."

  Mr. Director looked at the very sensible Major William Stryker, nodded, rubbed his beardless chin and sat on the bench, patted his side, and motioned for him to sit down too.

   “Tell me about your vision for work.”

   "Yes! As a special commander representing you, enter the Mutation Force Research Department to organize a special force team belonging to the country, improve the status and influence in this department, and enhance the understanding and control of the mutant group."

Major Stryker explained to Hoover his understanding and vision of his work in a sonorous and well-regulated manner. Looking at the satisfied eyes of the number one man under the shadow of the White House, Mr. Major displayed his ambition and vision in his heart. It became more and more clear.

   "Very good. Don't worry about the last point. Pay special attention to that Professor Xavier. Come with me to the Strategic Research and Development Department later. You need to prepare some materials and equipment."

  (end of this chapter)