Chapter 69.2 : Detterent!!

Carl interjected bluntly, "Mr. Hank is implying the government officials and corporate interests."

Hank lifted his gaze to the dark-haired youth across from him, surprised by his perceptiveness.

Carl continued solemnly, "Indeed, the professor's presence once served as a deterrent, preventing severe persecution of mutants and even garnering concessions."

"But what they failed to realize is that the school itself is a form of control, suppressing individuals like us."

With a slight smirk, Carl's words sent shivers down everyone's spine.

"As the saying goes, 'One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.'"

"At this point, my strength surpasses a thousand tons, and I can move at subsonic speeds. Modern weaponry poses no threat to me."

"In addition, I possess inherent immunity to telepathic intrusion, even from the professor."

"If I were to unleash chaos, I could decimate this city's population several times over in a day."

"Or target elites and politicians specifically, reshaping the nation's politics within a week, unless they remain underground indefinitely."

In an instant, a chilling aura enveloped everyone as images of carnage flooded their minds.

Hank stared at the black-haired youth before him, a mixture of shock and dread etched on his face.

It was difficult for him to fathom that such harsh and bloodthirsty words could emanate from the lips of a teenager, his youthful face masking a chilling calm.

It was as though a fearsome beast lurked within him, patiently biding its time until the constraints holding it back loosened, allowing it to unleash a primal roar.

And these constraints were morality, law, the ties of those around him, and self-awareness.

Gazing at Carl, Hank uttered each word with gravity, "You... you are simply a monster."

Carl sneered in response, "Mr. Hank, have you not yet realized? It's not that I am a monster, but rather, we all are."

"In the eyes of ordinary people, any Mutant is deemed a monster," Carl continued, his tone turning icy.

"So, Mr. Hank, I implore you to caution them against provoking me and others. Once the monsters within us are unleashed, there will be no turning back."

At that moment, an invisible aura of intimidation emanated from Carl.

After a deep glance at Carl, Hank sighed bitterly and admitted, "Yes, who among us is not a monster?"

With that, Hank rose from his seat, his gaze filled with admiration as he addressed Carl, "Carl, you've shown remarkable strength. I will ensure your words reach the president."

Turning to Storm, Wolverine, and the others, Hank spoke solemnly, "I must emphasize this before I depart. Though Charles may be gone, the school remains a bastion not easily grasped by just anyone."

"I entrust the school to you all. Should any changes occur on the official front, I will notify you promptly."

Hank, despite his worries, found solace in the knowledge that the current Mutant Academy still possessed a "deterrent."

Though Storm, Wolverine, and Iceman were formidable, Hank understood their characters well enough to know they might struggle to maintain the school's legacy.

It wasn't about their abilities or mental fortitude; it was their reluctance to act ruthlessly and their hesitation to overturn the status quo.

Unexpectedly, another ruthless figure emerged within the academy, almost mirroring Charles' past actions.

No, he surpassed Charles in ruthlessness; while Charles only hinted at consequences, Carl spoke of them directly.

From his words, it was evident that he had genuinely contemplated the possibility of unleashing havoc upon New York City.

"This is the monster, and once it is unleashed, the consequences are unimaginable."

And many times, things don't really escalate to such extremes; the most crucial factor is an attitude – an attitude that if a gem is scorched, it will drag countless people into peril.

After all, ordinary folks fear the horizontal, the horizontal fears the dead, and the dead fear the lunatic even more.

Just as Hank was about to depart the room, Storm suddenly inquired, "Hank, what about the Mutant Cure?"

Hank turned his head: "The Mutant Cure was developed by Worthington Laboratory, situated in Alcatraz Island, but I still harbor some doubts about this remedy, so I intend to inspect it personally."

Hank had initially planned to journey to Alcatraz Island yesterday afternoon, but due to Professor X's sudden demise, he had to rearrange his schedule.

After Hank departed, everyone couldn't help but glance at Carl.

Carl spread his hands and remarked in a relaxed tone, "Don't stare at me like that, although I know I'm handsome."

At this moment, Carl no longer exuded the invisible aura of malevolence; he appeared almost the same as usual, giving them the illusion that they had merely been dreaming.

Storm shook her head suddenly and chuckled bitterly, "I never anticipated a day when we wouldn't even stand a chance against a youngster."

"Yes, our group possesses nothing, only the 'home' of the school without an escape route."

"If anyone dares to threaten the school, they shouldn't expect us to go down without a fight."

With determination gleaming in her eyes, Storm continued, "Remember, as long as we X-Men endure, the school will persist."

Instantly, Iceman, Colossus, and Shadowcat all wore smiles.

As the outcomes of the meeting were disclosed, the anxious students outside erupted into cheers, their worries and fears vanishing instantaneously.

Certainly, these students were unaware of the proceedings in the conference room.

They merely knew that a gathering of X-Men had deliberated and appointed Storm as the new headmistress, with the original X-Men Shadowcat, Colossus, and Iceman assuming roles as combat instructors, primarily tasked with guiding students in future combat training.

As for Carl... well, he was deemed too young to serve as a teacher.