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“Let’s go!”
Returning to that park again, the two black thugs had disappeared, probably having gone to the hospital after waking up or possibly having been dragged away by the police.
Hawkeye pulled out the tree trunk stuck in the ground and threw it again, then stepped on the trunk to return to the X-Men’s School.
“Good morning, Professor, you’re up early!”
Walking into the cafeteria, he saw Professor X, seemingly waiting for him in his wheelchair.
Professor X was very concerned about his activities the previous night.
“I had someone buy a lot of ingredients overnight, and you must be hungry after not eating all night.”
Professor X smiled and pointed to the table next to him, filled with high-calorie delicacies such as steaks, hot dogs, sandwiches, burgers, and pizzas.
“Haha, then I won’t be polite!”
Hawkeye’s eyes lit up at sight, and he immediately sat down and began to devour the food.
Spending the entire night jumping around the city’s rooftops was a form of training, consuming much physical energy.
When he had almost finished eating, Professor X began to inquire about Hawkeye’s activities from the previous night, and he did not hide anything. After a bit of embellishment, he recounted the events in general.
After listening to Hawkeye’s narrative, Professor X also smiled satisfactorily.
He thought Hawkeye had done much better than he expected, using his abilities to rescue those humans and explicitly creating a robust character image.
This would have a significant positive effect on the later change in humans’ attitudes towards mutants.
He could already imagine if this “Golden Armor Warrior” that Hawkeye had created became revered by the human masses in the future. Once Hawkeye admitted he was a mutant, it would significantly improve mutants’ image in the public’s heart.
“Very good, Hawkeye, you’ve done very well.
Yesterday, I already followed your advice and took over the Daily Bugle, and you can directly talk to J. Jonah Jameson about how you think it should be run.”
“What, so soon?”
Hawkeye was shocked; he had only suggested this to Professor X the night before last, and Professor X had already taken over the Daily Bugle yesterday.
This only meant that Professor X’s family power was much stronger than he had imagined.
“The other night, you awakened me. You were right; I should have paid attention to the power of the media earlier.”
Professor X smiled.
Even if Hawkeye’s superhero plan failed, owning a media outlet that could publish positive news about mutants could still change some humans’ views.
So, yesterday, he used many connections and spent a lot of money to buy the Daily Bugle from J. Jonah Jameson, making J. Jonah Jameson works for him.
“Rest well this afternoon, and then I’ll talk to him.”
Hawkeye was naturally delighted that Professor X had directly handed him control of the Daily Bugle.
This also meant that in Professor X’s eyes, he could already be trusted with significant responsibilities, not just a child.
Over the years, the high IQ persona he had been cultivating began taking effect.
Starting an international superhero company like the one in The Boys is not an easy task, even if you have a lot of money. With the necessary connections in the capitalist circle, it’s possible.
This is true no matter how strong you are; unless you are powerful enough to fight against the whole world and enslave all of humanity, you still have to abide by some rules.
If your methods are too cruel, you’ll end up like Magneto, becoming someone everyone wants to beat up, and various superheroes will treat you as a villain to be fought against.
The waters of Earth are profound, especially since the 838 universe and the central universe are pretty different, and who knows how many powerful beings are hidden?
Moreover, he is not alone; he has Wanda, Pietro, Colossus, and Elena, who are his family.
So, Professor X’s recognition and trust are critical to him.
In addition to being a mutant, Professor X is also the heir to a large capitalist family, belonging to the ranks of capitalists.
With Professor X’s help behind him, many things become more superficial.
“Professor, get me a camera. I have a use for it.”
After breakfast, he told Professor X and left the cafeteria to return to his room.
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At 2 p.m., waking up, Stephen Hawking immediately turned on his computer.
Even in this era, most ordinary people still primarily get their news from newspapers and television.
But in fact, most news can already be viewed on the internet.
Sure enough, he quickly found a lot of news about him online, videos taken by passersby, and all kinds of comments.
Some said the video must be fake, others said the golden armor was too cool, the name “Golden War God” was fantastic, and some even said that gods genuinely exist.
Extreme factions claimed this was a sign that humanity was about to face the apocalypse, hence the descent of deities to the mortal realm.
It was a mess of comments, but the buzz was there, and since it involved stopping crimes, the feedback was mostly positive.
After freshening up, he first went to the combat simulation room to take some photos with a camera, then went to borrow Cyclops’ modified Harley motorcycle.
Flying around the city on a Yggdrasil flight was not suitable during the daytime.
“Awesome!”
Pressing a specially modified button on the handle, the motorcycle’s speed instantly doubled, eliciting a word of admiration from Hawking.
If he had such a motorcycle in his past life, wouldn’t that be incredibly cool?
He sped all the way, not stopping in the Bronx but going straight to the Daily Bugle’s new building in Manhattan.
“That armored guy? You’re saying to put him on the front page of our newspaper tomorrow, a clown who shows his head but hides his tail, how can such a person make it to the front page of our newspaper, that news has already been placed in the fifth page of today’s edition.”
J. Jonah Jameson looked at Hawking sitting opposite him, laughed, and waved his hand, disapproving of his absurd suggestion.
But Hawking slapped the table:
“It’s not ‘Armored Guy,’ it’s ‘Golden War God’, and Mr. Jameson, please get your facts straight. This is not a suggestion; and it’s an order.
Mr. Charles should have told you my orders are his. You just have to execute them.”
“But… but, surely, it won’t sell. The front page should be about Tony Stark and the new Best Actress sneaking into a hotel last night, and everyone loves that.”
J. Jonah Jameson replied with a somewhat displeased expression.
He regretted selling the Daily Bugle, which he had worked hard to build. Charles sent such a clueless guy to give orders.
But there was no helping it; the industry is highly competitive nowadays, and although he seems successful on the surface, he’s also carrying a huge debt. One false step might lead to bankruptcy, and what Charles offered was… too much.
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