[Zhongyingmei] That snake

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"Don't just keep silent, I need to hear your answer," Oliver raised his wrist, "I'm still tied up, I can't hurt you."

This sentence, like Oliver's smile, looked extremely ironic in the eyes of the generals.

Oliver looked at the cautious Rose, exhaled and leaned back in the chair.

"Calm down, and don't be afraid, gentlemen." Although Oliver detected that none of these people had heart disease or high blood pressure, he still used his mutant ability to calm down several generals, and Ross and the Deputy Secretary of Defense rose sharply. heart rate and blood pressure to prevent them from sudden myocardial infarction or stroke.If these accidents really happened, the next thing will be a bit difficult. After all, although Oliver didn't use the mutant ability to hurt them in a sense, he is still the culprit.

So the people outside the glass are listening to the faster-paced high-frequency and siren sounds brought about by the exponential rise of the mutant ability monitoring device. Their rationality tells themselves that they need to get nervous and let the adrenaline give them a little boost, but they completely do not. less than.

"And..." Oliver touched his front teeth with the tip of his tongue, and said briskly with some surprise, "Mr. President hasn't slept yet, he is really energetic."

"What did you do?" Rose stopped pacing with his hands behind his back.

Oliver discerned the information received by the mutant ability. The president seemed to be salivating more and his heart beat faster at that moment. "The president is listening to our conversation, isn't he?"

He did suffer some injuries during the struggle of the Mind Stone, but the energy of the Mind Stone also stimulated Oliver's mutant ability to go further.Now he can easily target a person across thousands of miles with mutant ability.Although there is no way to see the situation of the person under his control through the eyes of the person under his control like Charles does, but it is enough for the current situation to infer the environment and psychological state of the person under his control through his physical state up.

Oliver looked at Rose's forced calm and decided to be a good person.

He reminded aloud, "You shouldn't bring me back to the United States in such a hurry. Arlington is too close to Washington, and my mutant ability will not even be delayed due to this short distance. And Mr. President Just being in the White House, that goal is obvious."

"Now, can you let Mr. President talk to me? I hope it is a video. We may not be able to explain clearly through a simple phone call... General, don't rush away. I am not just chatting with Mr. President. I need It’s not that he signs an executive order, if that’s all it is, I would have done it a long time ago, and I want to chat with all of you.”

The people outside the glass whispered to each other and talked about it in a serious manner, but Miller looked into Oliver's eyes with a haughty smile and didn't say anything.

Miller was very familiar with Oliver's expression now. It was far from an expression that Oliver himself would make, but just a conversation technique unique to him.

After confirming that Oliver would not get things out of hand, Miller looked away.

After the discussion, Ross turned on the LCD screen facing the glass, and the president was in the center of the screen, at the angle where he often appears in the news, facing his desk, behind him was a wide floor-to-ceiling glass window, but night fell , the light comes only from the chandelier in the room.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. President, I won't hurt you. You need to know that without me, your predecessor wouldn't step down so quickly, and I gave you the opportunity."

The president tried his best to keep his expression as calm as possible, but his fingers gripped the black pen tightly, and his nails kept rubbing against the body of the pen.

"You should know about that, I think Mycroft told you." Oliver smiled.

"You can just say what you want," the president said, "but like you said, I'm not my predecessor."

"If you mean his broken promises, then I hope so," Oliver suppressed a smile, "also, in return, I am not Poppy Adams. Now the question is not what I want, but what you want Superhero Registration Act, I have a lot of questions about it."

"What rights and bargaining chips do you think you have to negotiate?" Mr. President took a breath, as if wanting to make a last-ditch effort, while testing the limits of Oliver's abilities. "You are now in the most tightly supervised room in the world."

"It's a pity that this room is in Arlington, less than a hundred kilometers away from Washington. I believe that you and your think tank will never drop a nuclear bomb on this place. Blowing up the capital of your own country is not a tragic way to die. "

"And... are you sure you won't take back what you just said?" Oliver pulled up the corner of his mouth with a half-smile.

The president on the display screen began to repeat Oliver's words, "Are you sure you don't take back what you just said?" It's just that his expression was blank and his eyes were glazed over.

"The room with the strictest supervision? I can come out at any time." Oliver spread his palms upwards, "Mr. President, tell me, how did you feel just now? This is the weight of the chips in my hand."

"you!"

"Unfortunately, there is no one on Capitol Hill now," Oliver ignored him. "Although it is a bit troublesome to find the scattered congressmen, it is still within my ability. Senator Blank has fallen asleep. Senator Mochent Senator doing some bed exercises, what appears to be booze at the bar with his mistress, Senator Plantley, and..."

"You can stop." The president slapped the pen on the table. "Now, I'd love to hear all your thoughts."

"This has nothing to do with my thoughts, I just want everyone to calm down and move your minds carefully, instead of just being driven by those green dollar bills to think about problems, please think about it carefully Figure out what to do with the Superhero Registration Act."

Oliver never thought he was smart enough to be a genius, nor did he think he would never make mistakes, and it was even less likely that he would use his own thoughts to determine the content of the Superhero Registration Act.

No matter how much he belittles these people sitting now in the negotiations, it is undeniable that they do have unique talents in politics, but they need to be forced to leave their positions and change their perspective. Look at real problems.

Oliver converged all mutant abilities, and the index on the monitor returned to normal.The guards outside the glass breathed a sigh of relief, "Now we can talk calmly."

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"Now we can see that Iron Man Tony Stark, who has not appeared in front of people for many days, walked into the White House, accompanied by Captain America."

White House guards also kept most of the flocking reporters out.

Tony met Steve in the hallway, and he took one look at Steve's uniform and the shield in his hand, "Did they remind you to wear your shield too?"

Steve looked at the armor box in Tony's hand, and the wound he had slapped on the corner of Tony's eye at that time. Although it was almost healed, there were still some scars left.

"They said if I wanted to, I could. Tony, I'm sorry."

"Stop talking about that. The protagonist who should apologize is inside, and he has a plan but doesn't tell his teammates at all." Tony snorted coldly and walked into the president's office.

"Tony, I can hear you." Oliver took a sip of water from his glass.

"Plain water?" Tony walked over to sit on the same sofa as Oliver, "Can't Mr. President even afford coffee? I'll settle the score with you later."

Oliver glanced at Steve helplessly upon hearing this.

"I'll come to you with Tony," Steve said.

Oliver's eyes suddenly became a little sad.

It looks like the poor Mr. President is sitting behind his desk, hands fingers crossed, tense, and his special adviser is standing by his desk. "this…"

"I think the coffee in the White House is a bit bad." Oliver kindly relieved the extremely nervous president.

"But I think the tea is pretty good." Charles, who was sitting across from him, raised his glass and said softly, "Erik might like it.

"The scrap collector is coming too?" Tony frowned.

"Pay attention to your description." Oliver smiled, "Be careful that he takes the vision away."

"What's that?" The captain noticed a machine next to the house, and the readings on the screen of the machine were calm and unchanged for a long time.

"Oh," Oliver turned to take a look, "The mutant ability monitor is like allowing you to carry weapons. It is Mr. President's sincerity. It is just monitoring to make sure that Charles and I's abilities have not affected everyone's decision. There will be no control over abilities. Magneto has also accepted this condition."

Just as he was talking, the office door suddenly swung open, but no one pushed the door. Erik walked in with an extremely pompous pace, "Shall we start?"

"Of course." Oliver put down the water glass in his hand.

The Superhero Registration Act was still in place at the time of their final discussions, but with almost complete changes to its terms.

Not just for superheroes, its scope directly includes all superpowers, including mutants and human governments.

A special group will still be established, but the special group is not used to govern superpowers and mutants, but only to supervise and make suggestions on compensation and damage control related to human society.

At the same time, you can request the assistance of superpowers through a special group.At the same time, superpowers and mutants will also supervise the cases provided by the special team and the implementation of their work.The three exist in parallel, no one has absolute control over the other group, and its internal jurisdiction is the responsibility of the superpowers and mutants themselves, but whether they are superpowers, mutants or humans, they will be subject to local control when they act. The same is true for the judgment of super crimes.

Of course, these agreements were not signed with the U.S. government. They just talked to the poor little president first, and then he came forward to negotiate with the governments of various countries.

Due to the complexity of Oliver's identity and abilities, and the discussion initiated by him, he assumed a role similar to an arbiter independent of these few.However, seeing that most of the superpowers and mutants are active in the United States, and the president helped to negotiate, in exchange for benefits, Oliver's position is under the name of the White House.

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"Do you know that guy?" Prentiss was standing by the coffee machine, poking Reid's arm. "The guy tidying up Oliver's desk, I saw his ID tag said Department of Defense."

"Well, Arnold Blunkett."

"You know him?"

"It's written on his tag." Reid took a sip of his coffee slowly, "Is it my illusion? I think today's coffee tastes better."

"A few days ago, JJ vaguely mentioned that the team's funds have increased, and they probably have money to change the coffee flavor." Prentiss shrugged.

"Where's Hotch? His time should have come," Reid said. "He should know."

"I saw him go to Strauss' office. I don't think he'll be back for a while."

"Tom, please let me go, can't you deal with these documents?"

Prentiss and Reid heard the familiar voice and looked towards the door.

Tom stuffed the folder and the pen into Oliver's hands, "I can't imitate your handwriting, they're strictly checking it now, imagine what you've done."

"I hate bureaucracy," Oliver said.

"Oliver." Prentiss walked over to him in surprise and hugged him, "Are you back again? This time it's the special counsel? Wait, White House Special Inspector, what is this?"

Prentiss poked Oliver's badge.

Oliver said indifferently, "It's just a new position, and what I do is still the same as before."

After only a month of coordinating the relationship between superpowers, mutants and the government, Oliver felt that he was too busy. Compared with serial killers, there are very few super criminals in this world.He simply applied to continue to return to BAU, and he would go there when the other side needed him.

"Then who is this?" Prentiss looked at Tom, "CIA special agent."

"Tom Hessler." Oliver pointed to Arnold who was helping him clear the table, "That's Arnold Blunkett, these two," he said righteously, "come to spy on my little spies."

The higher-ups were still a bit apprehensive about Oliver's ability, but compared to secretly monitoring him secretly, Oliver didn't mind sending two people to watch him directly. In exchange for a compromise, he appointed Tom and Arnold, but because of various interests Involved, Arnold was transferred to the Ministry of Defense.

Tom rolled his eyes, "I saw that in the end the two of us were the coolies who helped you write the task report, oh, I was wrong, Arnold has a bad temper, probably won't help you write things, and I will write it alone in the end Report, write a report for three people!"

He sighed, and Oliver patted him on the shoulder, giving Tom a cheering look from a comrade who has a long way to go.

"All in all, I'm back."

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"Lim, do you have time to go back to America?" Oliver asked on the phone.

"Colin and I are herding sheep in Scotland. You are optimistic about Lily. I am very relieved of you two."

"I mean, I'm getting married."

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