In the end, Quicksilver was released.
The price was a black tattoo of a bloody devil's head on his sister's neck. Walter used his loyalty in exchange for the safety of his troublesome brother. Saber didn't ask about the relationship between the siblings, but Walter seemed to have sent Quicksilver back to Sokovia, the place where the siblings grew up.
He also used Chaos Magic to seal Quicksilver's speed.
She would rather let her brother be an ordinary person and live an unhappy life than get involved in anything related to Saber.
This didn't mean that Walter was indifferent to his father's death, but as Saber said, there was no deep hatred between him and Magneto. In a sense, Saber was the mutated human who had inherited Magneto's will. Now, as a secretary, Walter sat in his office in Mexico City, looking at the map of Utopia in front of him under the sun. He couldn't help but fantasize.
If his father was still alive, he might have felt satisfied when he saw the newly established Utopia of the mutated humans.
The mutated humans were a sensitive issue. This was a problem on a global scale. Every change would affect the pace of the entire world. Therefore, the establishment of Utopia didn't cause too much of a commotion, nor did it have a grand ceremony. It was just a small ceremony to announce Utopia's rule over Mexico. From then on, the mutated humans truly had their own homeland in the world.
It was worth mentioning that the Heavenly Sword Bureau also sent Mr. Quan, who had interacted with Saber before, to participate in this small ceremony. They had reached a tacit agreement. The American government was busy dealing with the mess caused by the Battle of New York, so they chose to turn a blind eye to the emergence of a new country next door.
This was also the reaction of the other countries in the world, as if Utopia didn't exist at all.
However, the truth was …
"Professor, just two hours ago, we had to temporarily close three coasts that were used to accept foreign citizens."
Storm Lady Ororo, who was wearing a very formal office suit, said with a headache.
"Within 12 hours, we've received more than 200,000 immigration requests. Our people can't handle it all. None of us have any experience in handling government affairs. Previously, the Mexican war zone was also in a wartime system. In this week, everyone's work was a mess. There was no effective cooperation at all."
The new officer of the Utopia Immigration Bureau kept complaining to her mentor. She looked at the professor sitting opposite her. He had a cheerful smile on his face, as though all the troubles in front of him were no longer troubles.
"Professor, to be honest, many of the temporarily appointed officials, including me, have doubts about whether we can govern such a large piece of land well. We're not in the academy now. If we don't handle the problem well, this country will become a mess."
"Alright, Orolo, my proudest disciple."
The professor stretched out his hand and stopped Ororo from speaking. He looked out of the window. Over there, the grand parade that took place a few days ago seemed to be still vivid in his mind. The pedestrians on the street greeted each other and enjoyed the new day. However, unlike other places, the streets here were filled with mutants. Although there were still traces of the recent garrison in the city, there was still a surge of positive enthusiasm in this place.
"I know what you're worried about. In fact, I have the same concern."
The professor retracted his gaze and looked at his disciple gently. Just like in the Xavier Academy, he put his hands on the desk.
"Sometimes, I think about it. If our compatriots shed their blood to build this country, this land that sacrificed too many people to build, is crippled by our poor management, what should we do?"
"But later on, I thought it through, Orolo. The fact that we were able to build this country was already something that we couldn't do in the past. When Eric and I were young, we dreamed of having a homeland of our own. Now, the most difficult step has been taken. Seb has led us to build a new country, and no one can ask us to do better than that."
Professor Charles said gently.
"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, it will be fine. Tell our compatriots who are anxious to immigrate that Utopia has just been built, and there are still many gaps in the system. We can't accept so many immigrants in a short period of time. From now on, we will open up the quota of 500 immigrants per day. Select talents from the previous Mexican government officials. When they are familiar with it, we will open up the quota to 1,000 immigrants per day. "
The professor gave a solution.
"We have to be honest with our people. I believe they will understand us. We only need ten years, Orolo. As long as Utopia can last for ten years, we will be able to reintegrate into the world with a different attitude. One day, we will be accepted by the United Nations. We will truly be recognized by other countries and appear on every map of the world openly. We don't have to live with our heads down anymore."
Orolo heaved a sigh of relief. She calmed down after being suffocated by the cumbersome government affairs. A former warrior had become a high-ranking official of a new country. This change was always difficult. She stroked her white hair and smiled.
"Alright, Professor. I will discuss it with my department and come up with a solution. By the way, the problem on Scott's side might be more serious. He is really not suitable to be a tax official. Moreover, the tax laws in Mexico were a mess when the drug lords ran rampant. He might come to bother you again later."
"Call me President, child."
The smile on Professor Charles' face did not change. He said softly, "There are many things waiting to be done here. We need every one of our compatriots to contribute to this country. But you are right. Scott might be more suitable to be a patrol officer, but he doesn't have to worry too much. Hank will be back soon to replace him."
"Hank?"
Orolo's eyes widened. "Professor, are you dizzy from all the work? Didn't Hank already — "
"Shh!"
The professor put his finger to his mouth and revealed a mysterious smile.
"This is a secret, child. Saber has kept their souls. We will be able to see him soon."
"What about Jean?"
Orolo hurriedly asked, "What about Jean? Can Jean come back? "
"Jean …"
Charles shook his head regretfully. His fingers brushed the document in front of him. "This is the most regrettable thing for me. Jean has truly left us. But perhaps this is also a kind of relief for her."
In another meeting room, the other founder of Utopia was also busy with his work. Seiber, who was wearing a formal suit, was sitting on a chair, bored. Beside him were the temporarily appointed high-ranking officials of Utopia. There were mutants and locals, and the ratio was about 1: 2. Although Utopia was a country of mutants in name, in reality, no matter how cruel Seiber was, he wouldn't go as far as to kill all the ordinary people in Mexico.
In this country with a change of regime, the number of ordinary people was about 120 million, and all the mutants in the world added up was estimated to not exceed 80 million. In other words, for a long time in the future, the main race of Utopia would still be ordinary people.
But this was enough. At least three days ago, Saber hired 47 of the world's top legal experts to start writing the constitution of Utopia. No one knew what the specific law would be, but one of the clauses had to be added. In this country, mutants would have the same rights and obligations as ordinary people.
No one wanted to be superior to others, but equality was the only thing the mutated humans wanted. Just this point alone, according to the experts, was enough to attract at least five million mutated human immigrants from all over the world for Utopia.
This was also the last thing Saber could do for Utopia.
He knew very well that he was not a qualified manager. Being the leader in name was enough. As for the tedious management of the country, it was better to leave it to the real elites among the mutants like Professor Charles. He did not have the time or the energy to do these things.
But when the country needed it, he would still pick up a weapon for it again.
It was worth mentioning that Professor Charles had received a lot of letters recently, including many of the higher-ups of the Mutant Brotherhood that had fallen apart after Magneto's death. These guys who had gone into hiding expressed their willingness to unconditionally integrate into Utopia and serve the mutant country.
Although their views were different, the arrival of these diehard Magneto's former followers would also inject new vitality into the country. As everyone knew, in a qualified government, both hawks and doves had to exist, and balance had to be maintained.
"Boss, there's a letter for you!"
After the long meeting, Saber yawned and walked out of the conference room. Sergues, who was waiting at the door, reached out and stuffed a special letter into his hand. Saber frowned and looked at the letter in his hand that did not indicate the source. He let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk into his office.
He could feel that … Another wave of trouble was coming.
"Dear Mr. Saber,
"When you receive this letter, I might already be fighting for my family on Paradise Island. The Atlantis Dynasty that has been dormant for a long time has awakened from the dark abyss of the ocean and has begun to march towards Paradise Island. I have also received what I have been waiting for."
"My mother, Queen Hippolyte, asked me to return to my hometown and fight for my people. This is a mission that I must uphold. However, I cannot pretend to turn a blind eye to the threat of Ares, who is hiding in the dark. Therefore, I have decided to ask you to help me complete this task. Capture his servant and find out his evil plan."
"If things go well, I will return to the human world in about three to four months. If things don't go well, I will probably be buried in my hometown like my ancestors. The Atlanteans are strong enemies in the sea. Even I have no confidence in winning. If I die, my friend, please don't feel sad for me. After all, a warrior should die on the battlefield.
"I have to admit that other than my former lover, Trevor, you are the most reassuring person of the opposite sex I have ever met. Please forgive my recklessness, but please help me with this. Ares controls the remaining half of the war authority. Once his conspiracy begins, the entire world will be plunged into the flames of war. This is for me, and also for yourselves.
"— — — From your loyal friend, Diana."
Saber quickly finished reading the letter. He could see that the letter was written by Diana in a hurry and did not reveal too much of the plot. However, Saber could barely guess the trouble that Diana was facing. This was similar to his experience of killing his way through hell to find a way to return to the modern world and save Gotham. Being entrusted with such an important task by a charming lady, Saber also felt that kind of trust.
Although they had not met many times, it was obvious that the other party had regarded him as a friend who could entrust her future to him. Perhaps it was really as Diana joked when she said that she had a pair of eyes that could see through people's hearts.
But no matter what, Saber could not ignore his friend's request for help. And because of this letter, he suddenly remembered something that he had forgotten.
"Beep Beep"
He rang the communicator on the table. A moment later, Coulson's low voice sounded.
"What's the matter? Saber. "
"I want to ask, Coulson, during the search of SHIELD's secret warehouse …"
Saber lowered his voice. "Did you find the Warhammer that I used before? It's the thing called the "War Scepter". "
"Wait a minute."
Coulson was silent for a few minutes before he spoke.
"No, according to the information in my hands, Fury should have put it in Base 37, but we just searched there yesterday and there was no Warhammer among them."
"Well, I see."
Saber rubbed his chin, thought for more than ten seconds, and then said, "Add a mission, Coulson, send out all your spies. I want the whereabouts of the Beta Mutant, Saber-Toothed Tiger Victor, as soon as possible!"
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