v10 Chapter 314： 16 people

Sixteen young people in a small wooden house in the wilderness of Kansas, USA, are ready to go. They all wore uniform clothes-pure black jackets and jackets-and put oil on their faces.

And some other things are still being prepared, including some chemical fast-burning agents and pyrotechnic signal guns. These items are civilian products or equipment for survival in the wild, and are easily available at outdoor stores in the United States.

Dozens of people performed their preparations dignifiedly, including checking various equipment and communication equipment. These people have a common feature, that is young. Another common feature is that they are all mutants. And it's those very unwilling mutants.

Most of these 16 young people are Epsilon class, only two delta class and one gamma class. The Epsilon class has only very weak abilities but has various defects. The delta and gamma levels are much better, but life in the United States is still unsatisfactory most of the time, and it is always at the bottom of the world.

"Is George ready?" Is talking about a tall and burly male mutant, whose fortitude is easily reminiscent of the classic tough guy image on the screen: Rambo.

Known as George is another thin young man. He didn't look strong at all, as if the wind would blow him down. He was hitting the keyboard on a laptop computer quickly, as if writing a piece of code and message.

"It will be good soon, John, soon." George responded without looking up, with some doubts in his tone: "But are we really going to do this? That's Mr. President's property."

The strong man named John replied calmly: "If you have doubts, you can quit. This is a very risky thing."

Then John turned his head to look at the other 14 people in the room and said, "This is the last moment before the action. If you want to quit, hurry up. If we are caught, we will not give up those who quit. We are worth each other Trust. This is choice, not persecution. "

None of the fourteen companions squeaked, they just looked at John calmly. The only gamma-level variant here. It can even be said that apart from John, the remaining mutant companions are not very strong, saying that the old and the weak are a bit exaggerated. But it's not much better in comparison.

"Okay, I have edited the news. I will send it to the mailboxes of major news media on time." George said after typing the last letter on the keyboard: "Burn the current president ’s farm in Kansas. I believe a lot of news. The media will be willing to cover up. "

John nodded, and the log cabin where they were located was not far from Mr. General's Kansas State Farm. It was a quick walk of about thirty minutes. If the President comes here for a vacation, then this cabin must be unsustainable. Those special bodyguards inspect every corner.

And now the president is working in Washington, and there is no one other than the four workers responsible for maintaining the order of the farm. But even so, John is still very cautious. This is probably related to his previous experience.

John looked at his watch. It was ten minutes before the action began. He looked at the nervous faces of his companions and thought he should say something.

"Are you scared? This time our actions were going back and forth. Although Mr. President is not here, as long as the police are called, I believe that someone will soon take a helicopter and an explosion-proof special police to arrest us. Most of us will not escape. If someone wants to quit now, I do n’t blame them at all. ”John said these words seriously, his eyes glanced over the fellow mutants, although everyone was a little scared and nervous, but no one thought To exit.

John said again: "I'm not kidding, this ..."

"Enough, John. We know what we have to face." John was interrupted before he finished. This is a man with dark skin and a scar on his face. His name is Michael, a very popular name.

"I know what you're talking about. We may have to face accusations of multi-directional guilt. We may be in prison for twenty to thirty years, and even worse than this." Michael waved carelessly.

"But where is our life now going better? At least we didn't have to worry about eating when we went to prison." Michael used this humor to cause everyone to laugh a little, but there was endless bitterness in the laughter.

"You are a member of the SEAL team. Everyone under siege on the battlefield thought you were dead. You even put your name on the list of deaths, but no one thought you activated the mutant ability." Michael said to John In the past, he and John knew these things for a long time.

"You rescued seven besieged companions and took them back to your hometown. But you became a [living dead], the military status was cancelled, the social security number was erased, and there was no one like you in the entire country. People. Have you written so many letters to the Ministry of Defense and they responded? I have gone through a lot of procedures with you. Do you remember the expressions of those people when they knew we were mutants? Do you remember what they said? " Michael was furious.

"[Who knows if you used your mutant abilities to deceive the crippled veterans!] Ha! Is this the kind of reward you got for your bloodshed sacrifice for this country? Because we are mutants. Not to mention burning down a farm, even if you want to rush into Capitol Hill to give those big shots a bullet, I will support you! "

Michael said these words aloud, and at the same time pointed to his companion: "Besides you, look at us. Where are we going? Look at Bi Bi (a young man with pale skin), he can't help it. No one is willing to provide him with a position in heavy manual labor. The wanderings without income will even be discriminated against even if they go to the relief station to receive relief food and winter clothing. What is the reason ?! "

Michael threw his fist fiercely: "Variants, Variants! This is a ghost thing. I've had enough! If it wasn't for you to stop me, I even wanted to retaliate against society and create a terrorist attack. Go to the guys at the concert Crazy shots! "

Michael said something agitated; his face turned red. And those companions feel the same. Most of the people gathered here today are people with the same experience. They knew Michael or John very early. They have been supporting each other until now.

John looked at Michael and sighed: "We are not terrorists. I used to bleed and sweat for these nationals in this country, and I still do today. The brotherhood of the mutants of Magneto wanted to recruit me, but I refused. I do n’t like the things they do. Sometimes those terrorist attacks are against civilians. "

"I used to swear under the national flag and I will use my whole life's energy to maintain justice and freedom. Even today I still do it, because only then I am myself. What we are doing now is not a terrorist attack, nor Allow the lives of four workers on the farm to be hurt. "John looked at the crowd and said.

"We just give this country, the leaders of this country a reminder. When you press the spring hard, then how strong the spring's rebound! We are not terrorists, remember this ~ www. novelhall.com ~ I have asked George to write our manifesto, "Report to American Compatriots" and prepare to send it to the world's major media. This will record what we are doing today.

Everyone was listening carefully to John's speech, everyone was silent but felt a fire burning in his chest.

John looked at his watch again, and the time was up. He waved his hand: "Let's go companions. History will make a name for us today!"

A group of sixteen people disappeared into the darkness in a black jacket. Forty-five minutes later, the farm owned by the President of Kansas was in full swing!

Helicopters, fire trucks, explosion-proof special police and news media rushed. The sixteen Johns stood outside the burning farm and did not leave at all. Four trembling farm workers fell aside.

In the face of the surging special police, and the news media John who was shooting around in the sky, there was no fear, because he consciously asked.

To be a coward for a lifetime? Still be a hero for even a few minutes. This requires not only courage, but also an open mind and mentality that stifles and blames. The cry for revolution from the heart is just to wake up a few people!