From the beginning of the game of power, I became the protagonist

"I'd think you were crazy!" Riven was like a firecracker at this moment, and she scolded him without any hesitation: "You're wasting my time, Wolverine!"

"You're a mutant too, Raven." Taking a deep drag on his cigar, Chen Hui looked at Raven, who was full of sarcasm, and shrugged nonchalantly, "Don't you know that mutants have all sorts of strange and bizarre abilities?"

"Even if the ability to time travel exists, what's so strange about it?"

Seeing Ruiwen gradually sinking into deep thought after hearing this, Chen Hui smiled calmly and continued, "To be more precise, only my consciousness is from the future, while my body is still at this point in time."

"Originally, Charles should have been the one to return, but even if he possessed the most powerful brain in the world, he still wouldn't be able to withstand traveling through nearly 50 years in one go."

"His brain would totally explode if he tried to force it."

"So, after some discussion, it was decided that I was the only one who could come back."

Upon hearing the name of her childhood sweetheart, "Charles," Riven, who already believed him somewhat, hesitated and asked, "Why did you come back? Is your brain even stronger than Charles'?"

"What happened 50 years later that required you to travel such a long time to come back here to find me?"

"I'll answer them one by one." Chen Hui pulled a small knife from his pocket and cut his palm while explaining nonchalantly, "First of all, it's not that my brain is stronger than Charles's, but because I have the ability to quickly heal any injury. Even if my brain explodes, I can recover."

Seeing that Chen Hui's palm, which was cut in front of her, recovered in just one or two seconds, Riven nodded slowly, indicating that she understood what was going on.

"As for what happened 50 years later, we had to return to this point in time to find you."

He exhaled a long puff of smoke, and in the smoky environment, a heavy look suddenly flashed across Chen Hui's vaguely visible face.

Riven's heartbeat quickened, and she instinctively sensed a foreboding omen. Then she heard the other person's deep voice, word by word, "Now, let me tell you everything, Riven."

Chapter 104: People can die but not in your hands (Please customize)

After understanding the entire process, Riven was filled with grief and rage to the point of being unable to contain herself. She suddenly stood up from her seat and paced around the room like a trapped animal, almost screaming, "Screw you Sentinels! Screw you humans! You should all be killed! Kill you all!"

As she was speaking, Riven suddenly felt a wave of weakness throughout her body. She collapsed to the ground, buried her head deep in her knees, and wept heartbrokenly, muttering to herself, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my compatriots, I didn't expect this, I really didn't expect this."

"Don't be sad, Raven, it's not your fault."

With a complicated sigh, Chen Hui extinguished his cigar in the ashtray. He walked over, embraced the crying girl, and gently stroked her back, saying soothingly, "Your presence has only accelerated the development of Sentinel."

"Even without you, as long as humans are still determined to destroy us, they will eventually develop similar weapons, and by then we will still be doomed."

"After all, mutants who can only rely on their own abilities have their limits. They cannot compete with the ever-changing and limitless advancement of human technology."

"This isn't just your problem, it's a problem for all of us. All of us mutants have lost in this competition called 'survival', nothing more."

"So... we're finished, right?" Riven slowly raised her head from Chen Hui's arms, a hint of despair emerging on her tearful face.

A moment later, Riven, who was still in agony, suddenly seemed to have thought of something. She grabbed Chen Hui's shirt tightly and said in a ruthless voice, "Logan! What if we kill all the humans here first?"

"There are no Sentinel robots yet! We can take the initiative!"

"As long as all humans are wiped out, our compatriots can be saved!"

"We've considered this method, but it's useless." Chen Hui had long known that Ruiwen would have such an idea. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Let's not talk about whether it can be done. Have you forgotten that we mutants are actually derived from the genetic mutation of ordinary humans?"

"If we kill all the ordinary people now, there will be no new mutants, and we will eventually go down the road of extinction."

"What's worse, even many of our future companions will die at the hands of us before they can be killed by the Sentinels because they haven't awakened their abilities yet."

"Can you bear to do this, Raven?"

"What should we do? Are we just going to wait for death?" Realizing that killing all humans was not a viable option, Riven finally lost all hope and cried out in despair, nearly collapsing. "Why won't those humans give us a chance to live? They insist on killing us all! What have we done wrong?"

"Our only mistake is being weak, Raven." Chen Hui hugged the sobbing Raven tightly and said in a deep voice, "The strong prey on the weak, and only the fittest survive. Humans have always been killing each other like this, so how could they possibly have good intentions towards us mutants?"

"You know, what does it have to do with you if I destroy you?"

Having said this, Chen Hui couldn't help but sigh with deep emotion. He helped Riven, who was almost exhausted, up from the ground and placed her back on the chair.

Chen Hui then sat back down and pulled out another cigar from his pocket. He lit it and said, "Fortunately, although 50 years haven't made us any smarter, they have taught us a lot of things we didn't know before, giving us a glimmer of hope."

"And this is the real reason why I came back."

"Huh?!" Upon hearing this, Ruiwen was shocked. She seemed to come back to life. She asked in surprise and joy, "Is there really a way? Can our compatriots really survive? Tell me quickly! What is the way? Even if it means my death, it doesn't matter!"

As expected, you are the most suitable leader for the mutants, Raven.

After a heartfelt sigh, Chen Hui shook his head and said, "This method has nothing to do with you, but it is a matter of great importance. Let me keep you in suspense for now. I only have one question."

"Raven, do you still insist on killing that Bolivar Trask?"

"...I don't know, Logan." Upon hearing the name of the culprit, Raven's face still showed a trace of hatred, but then she shook her head and smiled bitterly: "According to what you said, I originally killed this guy, but things became worse. Now I don't know what to do."

"That's because you don't know the strategy, Riven." Chen Hui shook his head with some dismay, "By the way, what exactly did Eric teach you?"

"Aside from changing your appearance and charging forward to attack, and doing something similar to a terrorist attack, are you incapable of anything else?"

"This." Riven was also embarrassed when she heard this. After hesitating for a moment, she asked cautiously, "Is there anything else?"

"Oh my god! Riven!" Chen Hui shouted frantically, "Don't you know how much potential you have? Why do you have to be a killer? You clearly have more room to develop!"

"It's all Eric's fault, that stubborn guy! He completely wasted your talent! And the same goes for Charles. Both of them are idiots! Big idiots!"

"Don't get so excited, Logan." Raven said a little embarrassedly, then suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, didn't you just say that it was Charles and Eric who sent you back here? Why didn't you go to see them after you came back?"

"Don't even mention them! They're a bunch of idiot teammates!"

Thinking of the outrageous actions of these two people in the movie, Chen Hui was furious and complained viciously, "I was wondering why Charles specifically instructed me to patiently persuade him at this point in time before leaving."

"He obviously has the ability to read minds. Wouldn't he know everything if he just scans my brain?"

"It wasn't until I arrived at his manor that I learned that because the government had forcibly abducted all the students and teachers and sent them to the battlefield, Charles, unable to withstand the blow, had become addicted to alcohol and drugs and had lost all his abilities."

"What! Charles has lost his abilities!" For mutants, abilities are as important as life itself. Raven was horrified upon hearing this, and instinctively stood up and exclaimed, "How's he? Is he okay?"

"I'm fine for now, I just became an alcoholic."

Chen Hui shrugged and said, "As for the ability, you don't need to worry. That's an inhibitor Hank made specifically for Charles to relieve his pain. As long as he's willing to stop taking the medicine, his ability will be restored."

Seeing Ruiwen patting her chest and letting out a long sigh, Chen Hui shook his head and said, "He's become an alcoholic, and he still needs me to comfort him and persuade him. Does Charles think I look like a psychologist?"

"How am I supposed to convince a drunkard? Can I just hold him and sing him a few lullabies?"

".That's not necessary." Feeling that the scene was a bit too hot for the eyes, Raven unconsciously waved her hand and said, "Forget about Charles. I'll go see him later when I have free time."

"As for Eric, I know he's being held in the Pentagon now, and it's really difficult to get him out."

"It's not difficult to rescue him." Chen Hui waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "But if this guy knew about the future, given his character, I'm very worried that he would kill you without a second thought to prevent future troubles, Ruiwen."

"." Recalling this guy's style of doing things, Ruiwen knew that it was probably true. She immediately shook her head and refused, "Well, it's true that neither of them can be trusted. We have to do it ourselves."

"Speaking of which, what about that Bolivar Trask? Should we kill him again?"

"Of course I have to kill them!" Chen Hui said with a cold smile, "Now all the surviving companions are waiting for me to solve the problem of the sentinel robots in the future."

"If we don't get rid of this Bolivar Trask first, we won't even be able to get through this level, let alone the future!"

Having said this, seeing Ruiwen's face also showing a hint of cruelty, Chen Hui continued calmly: "But Ruiwen, your killing method is absolutely not acceptable."

"This Bolivar Trask can die, but he must not die at your hands, or at the hands of any other mutant. He must die in some other, legitimate way."

"Especially before we kill him, he must take the initiative to end the Sentinel Project. Otherwise, sooner or later someone else will take over, and the fundamental problem won't be resolved."

"We've got some work ahead of us, Riven. Get ready for some serious action."

Chapter 105: Biomass Found in the Lunar Soil (Please Customize)

The next day, a peace conference.

After several hours of wasted talk, Bolivar, who had gained nothing, returned to his hotel with William Stryker and others, feeling depressed.

"How can these Vietnamese monkeys be so short-sighted!"

After taking a gulp of whiskey, Bolivar, with a grim expression, couldn't help but sneer, "Aren't they a vassal state of that northern giant? How come they haven't even heard the saying 'a thousand-mile dike is destroyed by an ant hole'? They can't even see the harm that mutants can cause!"

Having said this, Bolivar turned to look at William Stryker, who was silent beside him, and sneered, "How many people did they die in this war? One million or two million?"

"There's a clear opportunity to unite all of humanity and stop them from killing each other, but they don't even know how to seize it. Their lives are truly worthless!"

"Especially that one, what's his name? Oh, by the way, General Ruan, did that guy eat feces? Why does his mouth stink so bad?"

"He just managed to save his life by luck thanks to the support of the powerful country in the north. Does he really think he can be on par with our Eagle Sauce Country? Who gave him the courage? Jesus!"

"I don't quite understand, Doctor." William Stryker was silent for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Why do you want to contact those Vietnamese monkeys? Even if they are willing to support you, with Vietnam's limited national strength, it is impossible for them to provide any substantial help to the Sentinel Project."

"My target is not Vietnam, but the big country to the north behind Vietnam."

Bolivar downed his whiskey in one gulp, slammed the glass down on the table, and said in a disgruntled voice, "My Sentinels are incredibly powerful. To make them move freely, they must be powered by a nuclear reactor. This requires the support of a nuclear power, and only five countries meet this requirement."

"The Eagle Sauce Congress refuses to support me again. John Bull and Gallic Rooster are in cahoots with the Eagle Sauce. Now only the Red Bear and that big northern country can give it a try."

"But they belong to the red regime, so I can't contact them directly. I can only use this opportunity of peace talks to ask the Vietnamese side to help pass on a message."

"After all, Vietnam has a special relationship with the northern superpower, right?"

"But they all belong to the Red regime after all." William Stryker said in a deep voice, word by word, "You are playing with fire, Doctor."

"This concerns the future of all mankind, Colonel!" Bolivar was a typical mad scientist who cared nothing about anything except his own research. He sneered and asked, "How old is your son, Colonel William?"

"Jason?" Thinking of his chubby son, William Stryker's stern face couldn't help but smile kindly. He shook his head and said, "He's already ten years old. The little guy is growing up so fast."

"He's eight years old and he's going to be drafted. Do you want to see him shipped back in a bag?"

Seeing William Stryker's face suddenly fall silent after hearing his words, Bolivar said in a deep voice, word by word, "In the thousands of years of human history, we finally have an opportunity to unite all of humanity and prevent any more wars and conflicts. Isn't this more important than any ideology?"

If Chen Hui heard Bolivar's words at the scene, he would probably burst out laughing.

This is truly typical white dualism, where it's either us or the enemy and the fight continues until one of us dies. There's no thought of working together at all.

Theories like "seek common ground while reserving differences" and "there is always a teacher among three people" are probably like hieroglyphics to these white people.

In other words, there is no such concept at all.

No wonder Europe can never be unified, and the United States can only be a loose federal system similar to the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Because white people don’t understand what unity is in their bones. The only thing they understand is exclusivity, excluding everything except themselves.

When there are mutants, they exclude mutants; when there are no mutants, other people of color are excluded.

When people of color were also trampled under their feet and there were no other races to exclude, they began to slaughter each other endlessly, causing two world wars.

Therefore, the funniest thing in this world is to hear white people talk about unity.

It's as funny as hearing a butcher talk about the equality of all beings and the preciousness of life.

That's fucking funny.

But no matter how funny others thought it was, at that moment, Bolivar's heart was filled with a sacred sense of mission, as if he were the reborn savior Jesus. He concluded decisively: "Mutants are that opportunity, the only chance God has given to mankind to unite all of humanity."

"As long as the majority of people realize the harm that mutants bring, we can stay away from war and internal friction and achieve true peace!"

"." Hearing this declaration, which was almost like a Hitler speech, William Stryker, who had no fondness for mutants, was speechless. After a long while, he smiled bitterly and said, "You really do hate mutants, Doctor."

"No, no, no, no, you are wrong, Colonel William."

Bolivar smiled grimly and said, "In fact, I admire them. To be more precise, I admire their abilities."

"Those abilities are truly amazing. It would be a waste to let a bunch of monkeys use them. They should be handed over to humans, so that we can carry them forward."

"Don't you think so, Colonel William?"

Yes, just like the former British Empire, which felt that it would be better to collect all the rare treasures from other countries into its own hands.

What if other countries refuse to give?

It's easy, don't we have strong ships and powerful guns? Just rob them.

Kill them all, steal them all, burn them all!

This is how white people think.

It was so hundreds of years ago, it is still so now, and it will not change even after hundreds of years.

After all, they are robbers, and this is how robbers think.

What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too. If you don't give it to me, I'll snatch it away and kill all your people!

War is raging everywhere, the world has become a purgatory, and only a small number of people can live freely and wantonly. This is the true portrayal of the past few hundred years when white people have become the protagonists of the world.

The white ones are locusts. They will crazily eat everything edible and eventually drag the entire planet into hell.

Just as Bolivar was feeling more and more refreshed, as if this beautiful future was just around the corner, a hurried knock on the door suddenly sounded, abruptly interrupting the beautiful delusion of this mad scientist.

Frowning unhappily, Bolivar gestured to William Stryker to open the door. Then, he saw his own employee rush in nervously, handing a fax to Bolivar. He said in a trembling voice, "Chairman, urgent news from Washington! Something big has happened at NASA!"

After glaring at his unsteady subordinate, Bolivar pretended to be calm and took the fax.