At this moment, the atmosphere in the waters off Cuba, which the entire World was watching, was somewhat eerie.
The soldiers no longer cheered; they were ordered by the warship Commander to return to their battle stations, and even those watching the broadcast television found it very strange.
Because Angel had already announced that Shaw had been killed, the Missile Crisis should have been resolved, but why, according to Angel's subsequent reports, were the warships of both nations still on armed standby?
Who were they preparing to attack?
In the news live broadcast hall, in just ten minutes, former President Harrison had wiped sweat for the fourteenth time.
He knew the official's nature better than anyone else, and he understood the situation at a glance.
Now, that group of scoundrels in the official circles must be hesitating whether or not to eliminate the Mutants on the coast.
But was that something that could be said?
If he said it, he didn't know if the official or other Mutants would come after him, but he might not even be able to walk out of the studio.
After all, Vought Television was clearly pro-Mutant.
Due to various abnormal situations, after the Missile Crisis was declared over, the number of viewers watching in front of their televisions did not decrease but increased.
Many hidden Mutants also turned on their televisions and radios, wanting to see how the X-Men, who had saved the World, would be treated.
Would they continue to be treated as Superheroes?
Or would they be discarded after use and completely eliminated?
Some more ambitious Mutants were even thinking of using the slogan of avenging the X-Men, preparing to riot.
Fang Yuan was right; in a situation with such widespread attention, whatever the official did would be seen and interpreted by the entire World.
Once the official opened fire on the X-Men, no Mutant would ever dare to trust them again.
In the country cottage, the old cat and mouse duo.
"What do you think the official will choose?"
Old Tom stared intently at Harrison on the television, who was stammering and finding various excuses to explain and delay, and couldn't help but ask Old Jerry.
"Gulp."
Old Jerry swallowed: "Who… knows?"
In this tense atmosphere, it was finally Angel who broke the silence.
"This is Vought Television, Angel continues to broadcast for you!"
Everyone's spirits lifted as they listened carefully to the news from Warren.
"The Soviet warships have begun to withdraw, and the United States warships have docked at the shore, taking all the X-Men aboard."
"Undoubtedly, the official has recognized the X-Men's contributions; they are Superheroes!"
"The official used warships to bring back our Superheroes!"
After a brief silence.
Boom!
Old Tom and Old Jerry immediately jumped up, shouting loudly in the house, which was filled with their laughter.
The entire World erupted, and countless people cheered for this result.
They had every reason to be happy.
In these short two hours, the World had avoided two large-scale wars; any normal person would be very happy.
Especially the Mutant community, Angel and the X-Men had proven with facts that Mutants could also gain the respect and liking of humans!
This made them see an increasingly bright future.
Cuba coast.
The Mutants who boarded the warship were also very excited; they had all sensed the official's hesitation just now, and Eric had even prepared to intercept missiles at any time.
But Charles stopped him in time and said that the warship would come to pick them up, and only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
"Fang succeeded!"
Charles smiled very happily; this scene before him was what he had always dreamed of.
They had saved the World, and the World had accepted them.
The X-Men laughed and embraced each other on the warship, celebrating this hard-won victory, and Raven even showed a good face to White Queen.
Eric also smiled; at this point, he had completely extinguished the idea of Mutants ruling the World.
In the original plot, as soon as the X-Men dealt with Shaw, humans immediately turned against them, attempting to completely eliminate Mutants.
This made Eric, who had been indoctrinated by Shaw's ideology, realize that Charles's method wouldn't work, and he decided to go all the way in opposing humans.
Now, Fang Yuan successfully proved with facts that his method was fine, plus the favor of giving him personal revenge, Magneto was completely won over.
There was nothing wrong with following Fang Yuan, and he didn't have to part ways with his good friend Professor X; Eric absolutely loved it.
As soon as the warship began its return journey, the reputation of Fang Yuan's All Heavens Vought Company's contracted employees began to soar on his panel, but he was temporarily not in the mood to check them one by one, because there was still some finishing work to be done here.
The high-level meeting ended, and the various high-ranking officials prepared to leave.
They had gathered here because of the special circumstances, and now they needed to return to handle their respective duties.
The crisis was resolved, but the various negative impacts caused by the crisis, such as social order and public opinion guidance, still urgently required official intervention.
Everyone accepted Fang Yuan's proposal to change the term for Mutants to 'Evolvers'.
They could, of course, see that compared to 'Mutants', 'Evolvers' sounded much more acceptable, and Vought's ambitions were not small.
But since even more excessive conditions had been agreed to, they weren't going to quibble over this small point.
However, Fang Yuan suddenly thought that 'Evolvers' might cause non-Mutants to feel repelled, so he decided to publicly solicit opinions; he found a group of high-dimensional bigwigs who were infinitely better-looking than himself and decided to see which option most bigwigs agreed with before making a decision.
Evolvers.
Awakened.
Ability Users.
But at this moment, a group of security guards blocked Minister of Defense George, and the high-ranking officials immediately stopped in their tracks; after seeing who the leader was, they all gasped, making the meeting room a few degrees warmer.
Frye!
Seeing that the Bureau of Investigation Director had actually brought people to block the Minister of Defense, everyone immediately realized that something big was happening.
George saw so many people surrounding him and immediately panicked; he bluffed: "Frye, what are you doing?"
The chubby old man pulled over a handcuffed security guard and sneered at George: "The Minister of Defense still recognizes him, right?"
"With so many security guards here, how could I possibly know all of them," George retorted cunningly.
"So, Minister of Defense, are you saying that when you ordered someone to launch a nuclear missile at Cuba, you didn't even know who you were passing the information to beforehand?" Frye's words were astonishing, shocking the officials present.
"What?"
"Impossible, right?"
Vice President Beth and Councilor Partridge were particularly concerned; they were also very shocked.
Although Shaw had three inside men, the three did not know each other's identities.
Other officials instinctively disbelieved it even more; the Minister of Defense would actually betray the country?
But these words came from Frye, the King of Intelligence and the underground President, so they instinctively believed him.
Most importantly, President Kennedy's tacit approval of Frye doing all this was tantamount to concrete proof.
"I didn't, this is slander!" George shouted.
Frye's eyes narrowed dangerously: "We have already interrogated him thoroughly. Your agreed signal was to tap your forehead twice with your index finger. After the on-site security received the signal, the information would be passed level by level to the frontline warships."
"You bribed a Commander on a warship, threatening his family's lives to make him secretly open fire."
George's pupils constricted; Frye's clear recounting of the plot shocked him greatly.
At this point, George had no need to quibble.
"I… I was also forced by Shaw," he sighed.
"No," Frye interrupted him, "You were forced by your own desires."
"How exactly did you know?" George asked; he thought he had been very discreet.
Frye smiled: "Do you know which warship Professor X boarded?"
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