The X-Men headquarters was in a difficult situation. It was the biggest situation since it was established. The deputy director fled in fear of punishment, and such a crime was locked up. Moreover, the X-Men headquarters has always been a special department. The specialness here lies in the uniqueness of the X-Men.
Being special meant being different from the rest, which meant that it was very difficult to integrate into society. It was the same everywhere, and the anti-Gibson alliance was also starting to work hard.
The invention of Bolivar Trax, a small instrument became the new equipment of the Central Intelligence Agency. They each equipped one, and then a large number of agents went to the X-Men headquarters.
"Director Charles, we need to continue to investigate the deputy director's defection. Now we have to check his office."
"Yes, Raven, take them to Eric's office." Charles waved his hand tiredly. Raven reluctantly took people to Eric's office, and a group of people took everything here like locusts. Then they just missed digging.
Raven stared at these guys angrily, but she was helpless. She could only watch them rummage around. Then, she turned around and left, coming to Charles's office.
However, the people from the Central Intelligence Agency then returned. "Mr. Director, we need the agents who followed Eric Lancer that day to be questioned."
"Yes, but can you ask him right here?" Charles said. He didn't want to see anyone defect again.
The CIA man thought for a moment. "Sure, we'll ask here."
"Raven, bring them here."
"Oh." Reluctantly, Raven went to find someone, but then she rushed back. "It's bad. They're gone. They only left a note."
Charles reluctantly took the note. It said, "We are going to follow Lord Magneto. He will lead us to change the world." Charles handed the note to the CIA man.
"It seems that someone has defected again. We will report such things truthfully. We don't know what the outcome of the X-Men Headquarters is, but please be mentally prepared. In order to prevent anyone from defecting again, we will apply to surround this place."
Raven couldn't help but shout, "Why? There are many defectors in your Central Intelligence Agency."
"It's not up to us," the guy from the Central Intelligence Agency said indifferently.
"You really can't do that. Even if there is a problem, our Extreme Agent Agency will do it. Everything here has nothing to do with you." At this time, a black man walked in. He is the director of the Extreme Agent Agency, Augustus Gibbons.
"Extreme Agent Agency? You are basically a department. Why should we believe you?" the Central Intelligence Agency asked.
"Look at this." Gibbons took out a document. It was an order passed by Congress when the Extreme Agent Agency was established. Because of its special nature, if a major problem happens, the Extreme Agent Agency will monitor it, and other departments are not suitable to intervene. "How is it? No problem now?"
"Yes, but it has been a long time. We will respond to the higher-ups."
"It's totally possible, but we need to call a Congressional meeting to veto this document. I hope you have enough time," Augustes Gibbons said.
Charles finally smiled as he watched the DCI leave. "Thank you, old friend, or we'd really be in trouble."
"Charles, I think I can only do business. You stop your activities now and let us do the rest. The truth will be revealed, but Eric is really not suitable to be the deputy director anymore. School suits him."
"Yes, I always had hope for him. It's hard to say now. Mr. Wesley Gibson Jr. is a decisive person. He has warned Eric, but it still has no effect. The wound in his heart is too heavy."
"I have to say, Charles, you are very responsible for this matter. You are too lenient with him. This is not suitable for use in government agencies. Young Wesley Gibson probably saw it and warned him, but he has no reverence."
"That's right. Eric's ability is indeed very powerful. He thought that if he pulled away from Mr. Gibson, he wouldn't lose."
"Ah, forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. Now that it has become a fact, let's take action. You guys focus on the school. There can't be any more problems there. I'll arrange the follow-up investigation now."
"Please."
Wesley breathed a sigh of relief. The equipment needed was ready. All that was missing was a high-intensity carrier. The matter of the Adamantium would need to be brought up to date. He had not been in contact with the outside world for several weeks.
He turned on his computer and checked his emails. A pile of emails appeared and Wesley read them one by one. He was not surprised. William Stryker was indeed good at framing people, and although this was a frame-up, Eric Lanshell had indeed carried out a massacre. He deserved it.
The subsequent defection made Wesley want to sentence him to death, but he still had to consider Charles's emotional problems. And this guy, Bolivar Trask, was now starting to enter people's sights. He really knew how to seize opportunities.
There were a lot of things, but at the end of the day, it was still a conflict between evolvers and ordinary people. It was still too serious now. Thanks to Wesley's early deployment, the X-Men General Administration had been responsible for many years. Although there were some small problems in dealing with the problem, it was harmless. It was just that it was magnified by someone.
What is terrifying is what is unknown, and Evolvers are not unknown now. They are there, so although the opposition is very loud, most of it is just the media shouting and shouting.
"It's not a problem, but Charles, why can't you solve it?" Wesley thought with a headache. "Charles is soft and Eric is too hard. The two of them are good partners, but they don't get along at all. How did they become friends?"
Wesley couldn't figure it out. Maybe they were both Evolvers. Wesley continued to browse. There was a lot of information coming in from Extreme Agents, including one about an earthquake.
"Egypt? Earthquake? Moira McTaggert went to Egypt, so has that so-called god come out?" Wesley looked at the information and thought.