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After saying that, he deactivated his ability.
Noticing someone move, Charles shook his head helplessly.
Why don't you want to listen?
Muttering to himself, he unleashed his mental power once more, controlling them and restoring them to their original posture.
Upon seeing this, the others immediately abandoned their plans to escape.
He pressed himself against Clark, gesturing for Clark to speak.
Clark muttered, "Our family doesn't need conspiracies at all, because the three of us alone can destroy a city or even a country in a short time, let alone our father."
He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present, and then spoke again: "We don't need the power of mutants, nor will we wait until now to do what we want to do."
"Mutants are innocent; don't let them be used by those who truly want to disrupt the world."
"If you want to start a war, we will choose to stand on the side of the innocent, rather than on your side to start a war and drag many people down with us."
"In other words, we will become your enemies."
Clark paused for a moment and looked toward the White House.
Eric reached out to the White House, which trembled slightly, metal, fragments...
The White House was like a lump of clay being crushed by hand, instantly turning into rubble before his eyes.
Eric gently squeezed his hand, and the shattered building fragments fell to the ground.
The soldiers, generals, and government officials present were all horrified as they watched what was happening before them.
The White House, just like that, gone?
This is the symbol of their country!
“If we can destroy this place so easily, then we can destroy everything else just as easily. I don’t think you want to see that.”
Clark said softly, threatening others with his own power for the first time.
Judging from the fear in the eyes of these people, the effect... is quite good.
"Let's go."
Clark said to Charles and Eric.
What needed to be said has been said, and what needed to be done has been done.
Moreover, the choice is in their hands.
"Oh! Wait a minute."
Eric told them that at the same instant, a large amount of metal flew down from the sky.
737 "These things? Are these the destroyed weapons?"
Clark was dumbfounded.
“From the very beginning of the battle, I used my abilities to control these things.”
Eric pointed to the sky.
"What do you want to do?"
Charles was somewhat curious.
"doing what?"
Eric chuckled and said, "If Dad comes back and finds out all this, what do you think he'll do?"
Charles and Clark said without hesitation, "Beat them up!"
The two looked at each other and both chuckled softly.
"So..."
As Eric spoke, he manipulated the metal to land on the ruins of the White House and began to melt and rebuild it.
"I'm going to make a scene here for my father."
As soon as he finished speaking, a platform made of metal with dozens of steps appeared in front of everyone.
This platform is nearly ten meters high and is made entirely of metal, exuding a cold and resolute style.
"Oh right, something's missing."
Eric gritted his teeth and muttered something under his breath. He pointed to the platform, and a metal throne-like chair appeared on the high platform.
Seeing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Charles's eyes.
Damn it! How could he not have thought of that!
She curled her lip and said, "You bootlicker."
Clark smiled and shook his head. "Let's go."
Chapter 1221 Blow that thing up!
After saying this, he slowly stood up, and under Eric's control, picked up Charles, and the three of them disappeared into the crowd.
"call!"
The sounds of exhalation blended together.
The hundreds of people present looked at each other, and they all saw an undercurrent of fear in each other's eyes.
For a moment, they thought they were going to die there.
Turning their heads, looking at the metal platform and the metal throne, everyone present wore complex expressions, and their mood became heavy, as if weighed down by a stone.
For whom was this built? For whom was this throne built?
An idea flashed through their minds.
"Damn it, blow that thing up!"
At this moment, the middle-aged general roared.
All eyes turned to him.
The middle-aged general was taken aback, then angrily said, "Why are you looking at me? Did you stop this thing from staying here?"
"What if we anger them?"
"If they can build one, they can build two; it just doesn't make sense."
"Go ahead, I'm not going anyway."
"Why weren't you this brave just now?"
Upon hearing the voice, the general's face flushed red and then turned pale.
"what happened again?"
someone asked.
"You'd have to ask our respected president."
...
The White House was destroyed, and Xu Fu's family was threatened!
Three people suppressed an entire country!
They stood up for mutants.
Is the war against mutants truly just?
With such immense power, does the Xu family really need conspiracies and mutant armies?
Who should be held responsible for this war?
Who will protect us? And for whom is this throne meant?
The next day, news of what happened at the White House spread around the world. Xu Fu and his two companions easily took control of the US military, destroyed a large number of weapons, and turned the White House into ruins.
This time, they once again recognized the threat and power of mutants.
No one expected that the threat from just three people would temporarily prevent a war from breaking out.
Undercurrents are swirling, and operations against mutants continue, but at least on the surface things appear calm.
Control, expel, kill...
Even though these operations were carried out in secret, they made the situation for mutants even more dire.
In response, Clark, his two companions, and the X-Men resumed their work of saving other mutants.
...
Planet Iago
What was originally the hollow layer of the planet became the base built by Xu Fu and Joel.
This base is the most important place on the planet, and its defenses are the most robust.
By controlling the core of the planet, Jorel effectively controlled the planet.