Hawk is imparting experience to his daughter.
Joining the operation, President Baron Turner rushed to the Quantico Military Base after Hawk agreed to attend the banquet tonight, and imdiately convened another small group eting for the ’Hunt for the Demon King’ plan at Quantico’s safe house.
With the appearance of the African general, who is used as a scapegoat for failures and gains promotions for successes, President Baron Turner spoke directly.
"Barton, tell how your plan is coming along."
Finally rembering the African general’s na, Baron Turner spoke in a low tone, his sharp gaze fixed on the general: "I do not wish for this precious opportunity that cost personal dignity, and the dignity of the Federation, to once again be invalidated by your delays."
This ti, he sacrificed his presidential dignity, humbling himself, almost begging Hawk in exchange for attending tonight’s banquet.
This ti, he chose to stake his dignity.
Therefore—
If the Sentinel Robot plan were delayed, he’d be driven mad.
Fortunately!
The African general imdiately responded as soon as Baron Turner’s words left his mouth: "The program is being loaded, expected to be activated in about three hours."
Three hours later?
That would be about halfway through the banquet.
Hearing this, Baron Turner estimated the ti three hours later and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, nodding his head.
At this mont.
A general from the Pentagon spoke: "Mr. President, our original plan was only targeting the Demon King himself, but we didn’t expect his wife to accompany him this ti."
Baron Turner looked at the general who spoke and nodded, then turned to the African general: "This adds a variable, can your Sentinel Robot handle it?"
The African general didn’t hesitate: "Rest assured, Mr. President, our Sentinel Robot is an invincible existence."
At this point, failure was not an option.
Anyway, he wasn’t physically at Quantico Base.
These days, the African general had secretly moved his wife and children from their luxurious apartnt in Washington.
As for himself?
The plane was arranged; whenever the Sentinel Robot goes online, he will go missing, and by the ti he lands again, the results should be out.
By then, whether it’s enjoying the fruits of victory, or taking massive assets to so third country to hide incognito, it would not be a problem.
If the Federation wins, he wins.
If the Federation loses, he still wins.
He can win twice.
The African general thought to himself, then fearing Baron Turner lacked confidence, added another statent: "Mr. President, don’t forget that the materials to create the Sentinel Robot were provided by that existence."
Hearing this, Baron’s pale eyebrows quivered slightly.
Right.
Even if they couldn’t handle the Demon King and his wife simultaneously, they should have confidence in the existence who provided the materials for the Sentinel Robot.
The materials used to build the Sentinel Robot are known as Adamantium.
The real Adamantium!
Because to produce an indestructible Sentinel Robot capable of defeating Hawk, resolving the material issue was the first priority.
Two years ago, after the release of the short-statured Bolivar Trax, he promptly traveled to the location where he and William Stryker discovered the existence of Adamantium alloy.
Then—
They heard a voice there, a voice that could offer a tal harder than Adamantium alloy, ensuring Hawk could not defeat it, at least not before regaining all his power.
Even the voice promised them that if they could kill the Demon King, then the cosmos and immortality, everything they desired, could be realized.
Afterward, they saw, upon the voice’s disappearance, a completely tal-like wreckage occupying almost half of the canyon appeared before them.
This is yet another reason why the Federation is so eager to kill Hawk.
Unfortunately, the Celestial God Team mber providing them with materials overestimated the Federation’s moral standards.
When the Celestial God Team mber made promises, they used the verb ’kill’, and the Federation agreed, but they still prioritized capturing and imprisoning the Demon King, treating the Celestial God Team mber’s promises as an alternative.
After all, in terms of betrayal, reneging on promises, and backstabbing, not only are Federation folks familiar, it is almost their hallmark.
Thus, by judging with their own standards, naturally, from their perspective, even the Celestial God Team mber providing the Adamantium tal cannot be trusted.
Even behind the ’Hunt for the Demon King’ plan, there exists a plan collecting information on ’Hunt for the Adamantium tal provider, to gain a continuous supply of Adamantium tal’ brewing.
Getting off track.
In short, after being reminded by the African-Arican general, Baron Turner, the Adamantium supplier, nodded and then changed the subject, looking at the person attending the eting with him, the head of Quantico Base: "Is everything arranged with Professor X over there?"
The head of Quantico Base was also in full military regalia.
"Arrangents have been made. In three hours, Sentinel Robots will be activated under Professor X’s operation."
"The evacuation plan?"
"It’s being arranged."
The head of Quantico Base reported solemnly to President Baron Turner: "Elite soldiers and their families are being orderly evacuated from the base, while special recruited soldiers are being steadily added over the past few days."
President Baron Turner smiled and nodded: "Very good, our elite soldiers must be protected."
Everyone knows.
War is no child’s play; it requires sacrifices. After all, if the casualties are not severe, how can they completely enrage the Federation’s citizens?
But losing our own people is also unacceptable.
Two years ago, they already died once, but that ti they were passive, whereas this ti, they are proactive, even well-prepared.
Protect our own soldiers ourselves.
But those who were originally foreigners, shouting loyalty to the Federation to stay here, joining our troops to build the Federation can be sacrificed.
The most important point.
If they die, so be it; no need to feel sorry.
After all, anyone truly capable and skilled, anywhere else would be better; would they really join our army to protect our nation?
So—
In these days, soldiers at Quantico are being replaced discreetly, and doing so not only avoids suspicion but also makes these special soldiers grateful.
In one word.
Only trusted individuals qualify to guard the inner areas of Quantico Military Base.
Obviously.
They believed it, thinking they were truly accepted by the Federation, feeling grateful, wanting to be on duty around the clock, completely unaware they were brought here just to die later.
If they don’t die then, the elite soldiers stationed on the outskirts will send them off.
"Press release?"
"Eight drafts are ready."
The Chief of Staff attending the eting said with a smile: "Once it begins, the office can hold a press conference imdiately with available information."
The head of Quantico Military Base added at this ti: "Once the Sentinel Robots are activated, the outer base alert will be relaxed slightly, allowing those resourceful journalists to co here to broadcast the mutant conflict happening inside."
President Baron Turner heard and smiled with a sigh: "Mutant conflict, with the most casualties being us defenseless humans. We humans, in front of raging mutants, are still too insignificant and fragile."
A Pentagon general responded in agreent: "Yes, Mr. President, so we must take all asures to ensure that humans maintain absolute dominance in this mutant crisis. The Mutant Peace Act can be in place, but all of it must be built on the foundation of the Mutant Managent Bureau."
Everyone knows.
The Federation has the FBI and the Central Intelligence Agency; although the Sentinel Special Service Bureau was abolished twelve years ago, a renad Mutant Managent Bureau can also appear.
Mutants can exist, but every mutant must obediently register and be managed by the local Mutant Managent Bureau. Otherwise, they will be deed illegal and subject to reasonable arrest and interrogation.
The Mutant Managent Bureau’s act is what President Baron Turner plans to submit for congressional voting.
Taking the path of others, leaving them with no way forward.
As a procedural president and lacking enough support within his faction, Baron Turner must take a radical approach to win reelection.
In one sentence.
When he submits this act, if the opposition party does not want their supporters to criticize them mute, they will choose to agree to pass it reluctantly.
Once this act is passed, at the very least, he can hold the vote of those Federation citizens firmly opposed to mutants.
"Very good, quite spirited!"
President Baron Turner, envisioning the wonderful future, happily said a word, then pressed his hands on the table and stood up.
"Alright, gentlen."
"Let’s get moving, act according to the plan."
"Let’s offer a last supper to the Demon King who has co a long way to our world."
"..."
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