Alright! Then I'll leave Erik's matter to you!" Mystique took a deep breath, turned, and left the room, leaving the space to Charles and Magneto, two old friends who shared the same ideals but had chosen different paths.
"Charles, do I really have a chance to recover?" Magneto looked somewhat weary as he gazed at Charles and said, "Actually, you shouldn't have sided with me back then…"
"Then you might have died! You know, you can't die yet!" Charles shook his head with a firm expression. "Since this is his ability, then he must have a way to undo it. After all, from Bobby and Anna's descriptions, both acupoint sealing and unsealing are among his abilities!"
"Let's deal with the assassination attempt on the President first. If the President continues to hold animosity towards mutants, our compatriots' situation won't be good," Magneto sighed softly. "Go ahead and do what you need to, Charles. You just set your bottom line too high, which often leads us into stalemates…"
"You should know why I do what I do," Charles shook his head helplessly. "That mysterious Ancient One is just one of them. I sensed several other mysterious and powerful entities back then, some of whom weren't even in this world, yet they were still watching over it…"
"Then what do you plan to do?" Thinking of the even more mysterious power of the Ancient One, Magneto's eyes flickered for a moment as he asked.
"I'll tell him the truth directly, then tell him that you've escaped from the plastic prison and have started organizing the Brotherhood to rebel, and I will do everything in my power to stop you!" Charles patted Magneto's shoulder. "Now, you need to get used to life in a wheelchair. It took me a long time to adapt…"
"Seeing you in a wheelchair for so long, I'm already used to it. It's just a matter of sitting. As long as I can still wield my powers, being in a wheelchair isn't such a big deal," Magneto shook his head, his expression relatively calm, without showing much distress.
"Don't worry, I'll get you back on your feet as soon as possible!" Charles made a solemn promise, then slowly closed his eyes. A powerful psychic force surged out, directly traversing the distance of space and arriving at the White House.
This was also why so many informed people were wary of Charles. This psychic ability was simply too hard to guard against. Even with a helmet like Magneto's, no one would wear it all the time.
Inside the White House, the President was handling state affairs. There was still no news from William Stryker, which made the President a bit displeased. He hadn't expected William Stryker, who had been dealing with mutants for so long, to be progressing so slowly.
"Mr. President, I'd like to speak with you," the female secretary beside him suddenly said, her eyes vacant, looking at the President.
"Hmm? You… you're not her, who are you?" The President looked at the female secretary warily. The secret passages in the White House were still not completed, and at such close range, without security personnel rushing in, the President would have difficulty escaping.
There was nothing he could do. Secret passages like those in the White House could not be built with great fanfare, and no one would have imagined that the President would be threatened twice in a row within the White House.
"Damn it! Even Nick Fury can't be relied upon. The people he sent are no different from the previous security personnel; they don't notice anything when something happens!" The President cursed inwardly, but the watch on his wrist still gave him some confidence.
"Mr. President, I mean no harm. I just need to tell you a few things, about mutants and William Stryker…" The female secretary continued, as if she hadn't noticed the President's watch.
"Mutants again? Hmph!" The President snorted inwardly, but he calmed down because he sensed that this uninvited intruder was likely here to negotiate.
"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Charles…" The female secretary introduced herself, her voice carrying a benevolent tone that gradually put the President at ease. Following this, the female secretary began to recount William Stryker's crimes and spoke of Magneto's escape from prison and his preparations for rebellion.
"It really is Charles. Damn William Stryker, no wonder there's been no news. So he's dead, what a waste. After dealing with mutants for so long, is this all he's capable of?" As the President listened to the female secretary's description, a thought involuntarily arose in his mind.
"However, Magneto's Brotherhood cannot be ignored. It seems I still need the help of the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and Charles!"
"Do you really have a way to deal with Magneto and his Brotherhood?" The President asked the female secretary, as if he had come to a realization.
"We have fought for so many years. As long as it concerns mutants, our Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters can handle it. That's why we are called the X-Men," a faint smile appeared on the female secretary's lips as she looked at the President and said.
"In that case, I will leave Magneto's matter to you," the President nodded, making his decision. "I will have them issue official school certificates to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, recognizing its existence…"
"Thank you, Mr. President. Erik's matter will certainly not become public knowledge, nor will it trouble you," the female secretary smiled even more brightly. "With that, I shall take my leave…"
"I truly hope it doesn't become public knowledge!" the President said sincerely. "If mutants cause any more trouble, public opinion won't be so easy to control."
"If nothing happens, how could there be any trouble?" A thought flashed through Charles's mind. He withdrew his psychic power, and the female secretary stood in place as if waking from a dream, feeling as though she had suddenly fallen asleep just moments ago.
"Go, issue a notice for the relevant personnel to grant official school certificates to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, and also, recognize mutant academic qualifications…" After Charles left, the President also felt a bit muddled, but he still clearly issued the order.
"Mr. President?" The female secretary instantly snapped back to reality, looking at the President with some surprise.
"Go, I've already spoken with Charles," the President waved his hand wearily, motioning for the female secretary to leave. Before long, the news of Charles's secret meeting with the President spread, and some high-ranking officials also learned that William Stryker's efforts against mutants had failed.
"Hmph!" In the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters building, Nick Fury snorted upon receiving the news, his heart filled with apprehension. "It seems I need to come up with a plan. This Charles seems to be getting a bit reckless. It's hard to say whether the President was influenced by his abilities…"