In a small wooden house in the wilderness of Kansas, USA, 16 young people were ready to go. They were all wearing the same clothes — pure black jackets and pants — and had oil paint on their faces.
He was also preparing some other things, including some chemical accelerants, flare guns, and so on. These things were all civilian or wilderness survival equipment that could be easily bought in outdoor stores in the United States.
More than a dozen people were making various preparations with serious expressions, including checking various equipment and communication devices. These people had one thing in common — they were all young. Another thing they had in common was that they were all mutants. Moreover, they were mutants who were not very successful.
Most of the 16 young people were Epsilon-level, only two were Delta-level, and one was Gamma-level. Epsilon-level only had very weak abilities, but they had all kinds of flaws. Delta-level and Gamma-level mutants were much better, but their lives in the United States were still unsatisfactory most of the time, and they were at the bottom all year round.
"George, are you ready?" The one who spoke was a tall and burly male mutant. His resolute appearance easily reminded people of the classic tough guy image on the screen: Rambo.
The one called George was another thin and weak young man. He didn't look strong at all, as if he would be blown away by the wind. He was typing quickly on a laptop, as if he was writing a piece of code and a message.
"It'll be done soon, John, very soon." George responded without looking up, and there was some doubt in his tone, "But are we really going to do this? That's Mr. President's property. "
The strong man called John replied calmly, "If you have doubts, you can quit. This is a very risky thing to do."
Then John turned to look at the other 14 people in the room and said, "Now is the last moment before the operation, if you want to quit, hurry up. If we are caught, we won't give up the companions who quit. We are trustworthy. This is a choice, not a coercion. "
None of the 14 companions made a sound, they just looked at John calmly. He was the only Gamma-level mutant here. It could even be said that apart from John, the rest of the mutant companions were not very strong. It was a bit exaggerated to say that they were old and weak. But in comparison, they were not much better.
"Okay, I have compiled the message. They will be sent to the mailboxes of all major news outlets on time. " George finished typing the last letter on the keyboard and said, "Burn down the current president's farm in Kansas. I believe many, many news outlets will be willing to report on it."
John nodded. The cabin they were in was not far from Mr. Overall's farm in Kansas. It was only about thirty minutes' walk at a brisk pace. If the president was here for a vacation, then this cabin was definitely not a place he could stay. The bodyguards and agents would check every corner.
Now that the president was working in Washington, D.C., there was no one else on the farm except for four workers who were responsible for maintaining order on the farm. But even so, John remained cautious. This was probably related to his past experiences.
John looked at his watch. There were still ten minutes before the operation began. He looked at the nervous faces of his companions and felt that he should say something.
"Are you scared? This time, our mission is a one-way trip. Although Mr. President is not here, as long as we call the police, I believe that there will be people shooting helicopters and explosion-proof special police to arrest us. We probably won't be able to escape. If someone wants to quit now, I won't blame them at all. " John said these words seriously. His eyes glanced at his fellow mutants. Although everyone was a little scared and nervous, no one wanted to quit.
John said again, "I am not joking, this …"
"Enough, John. We know what we're facing. "John was interrupted before he could finish his sentence. It was a man with darker skin and a scar on his face. His name was Michael, a very popular name.
"I know what you are going to say. We may have to face a lot of charges. We may have to go to prison for 20 or 30 years, or even face something worse than this. "Michael waved his hand nonchalantly.
"But how good is our life now? At least we don't have to worry about food when we go to prison. " Michael's humor elicited a chuckle from everyone, but there was an unspeakable bitterness in the laughter.
"You are a member of the Navy Seal Team. You were surrounded on the battlefield. Everyone thought you were dead. They even put your name on the list of casualties, but no one thought you activated your mutant ability. "Michael talked about John's past. He had known John for a long time, so he knew about these things.
"You saved seven of your companions who were surrounded and brought them back to your hometown. But you became a [Living Dead]. Your military status was canceled, your social security number was erased, and you no longer exist in the country. You wrote so many letters to the Department of Defense. Did they respond? I accompanied you to go through many procedures. Do you remember their expressions when they found out we are mutants? Do you remember what they said? "Michael was furious.
[Who knows if you guys are scammers who used your mutant abilities to swindle your disability pension!] Ha! You bled for this country, and this is what you get in return? Just because we are mutants, we have to do this? Not to mention burning down a farm. Even if you want to rush to the Capitol and shoot those big shots, I will support you! "
Michael said these words loudly, and at the same time pointed to his companions beside him. "Other than you, look at us. How are we any better than them? Look at Bibi (a pale young man). He can't do heavy labor, and no one is willing to offer him a job. Homeless people with no income are even discriminated against when they go to the relief station to get food and winter clothes. For what?! "
Michael waved his fist fiercely. "Mutants, mutants! This is f * cking hell! I've had enough! If you didn't stop me, I would even want to take revenge on society and create a terrorist attack. I would go to the concert and shoot those guys like crazy! "
Michael was a bit emotional; his face turned red. And his companions felt the same. Most of the people gathered here today had the same experience. They knew Michael or John a long time ago. They had been helping each other until now.
John looked at Michael and sighed. "We are not terrorists. I have bled and sweated for the people of this country, and I still do today. Magneto's Brotherhood of Mutants wanted to recruit me, but I refused. Because I don't like what they do, and those terrorist attacks are sometimes against civilians. "
"I once stood under the flag and swore that I would use my life to uphold justice and freedom. Even today, I am still the same, because only then I am myself. What we are doing now is not a terrorist attack, and we are not allowed to harm the lives of the four farm workers. "John looked at the crowd and said.
"We are just giving this country and this country's leaders a reminder. The more you press on the spring, the more powerful the rebound of the spring will be! We are not terrorists, remember this. I have asked George to write our manifesto, 'To Our Fellow Americans', and it is ready to be sent to the world's major media. This will record what we are doing today. "
Everyone listened attentively to John's speech. Everyone was silent, but they felt a fire burning in their chests.
John looked at his watch again. It was time. He waved his hand. "Let's go, comrades. History will correct our names today! "
The group of 16 people in black jackets disappeared into the night. Forty-five minutes later, the farm owned by the president of Kansas was ablaze!
Helicopters, fire trucks, special police, and the news media rushed over. John and the 16 people stood outside the burning farm and didn't leave. There were also four shivering farm workers sitting on the side.
John was fearless in the face of the special police and the news media in the sky, because he felt that he had a clear conscience.
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