"President?!"
At the mention of the President, Mystique and Beast were a little flustered. Was Ron going to threaten the President to issue a special pardon for them?
Doing so would only intensify the conflict afterward.
"It seems there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not someone who resorts to violence like Magneto."
Ron smiled and denied it.
… …
In the night, a classical white building, one of America's national symbols, and also one of its most crucial national centers.
Kenny, overwhelmed by a sudden, global major event, returned to the second-floor living area of the White House main building, escorted by Presidential bodyguards, his mood heavy.
A team of professional Presidential bodyguards stood downstairs, vigilantly watching their surroundings.
"I want to be alone for a while."
After a brief moment of warmth with his wife and children, he told them to go to sleep first, while he went to his study for a while.
Walking into the study, he turned and closed the door. Kenny, whose public political image usually featured a radiant smile, now looked grim and preoccupied.
Today, something unprecedented in modern human society had occurred, shaking nations and terrifying the entire World.
Upon receiving the news early, he had no choice but to hold an all-day emergency meeting with high-ranking national officials to discuss a series of countermeasures and preventative measures.
"Fuck, why did this happen?"
He irritably ran his hands through his hair, as if deeply troubled by something, and was about to turn towards his desk.
A magnetic voice suddenly spoke.
"It seems our President, even after resting, still can't forget the arduous affairs of the nation?"
Moonlight streamed through the window. Behind the desk, a figure sat casually with hands clasped, a pair of deep eyes like black stars scrutinizing him.
Beside him stood a graceful figure, a hand gently resting on his shoulder, her posture like a beautiful secretary beside her Master.
But this was the White House main building, the President's private residence, not some street office.
"Who are you? How did you get in?!"
His expression changed dramatically, and he recoiled, pressing himself against the door in fright.
The White House, guarded by troops around the clock, had been easily infiltrated into its main building.
"Raven, turn on the lamp.
Mr. President, he doesn't have our night vision."
Hearing this question, Ron, who had changed into a silver-grey suit and was wearing a silver-grey helmet, chuckled softly.
Click!
The classic old-fashioned green lampshade switched on.
The room, previously dark and hard to see with only moonlight, suddenly brightened.
The President clearly saw the people behind the desk: the man was handsome, his face like an ancient Greek sculpture, and the woman was beautiful and tall.
Both were attractive individuals who easily elicited good feelings, but this brought him no sense of security. Who were these mysterious man and woman?
"Relax, fellow Mutant."
Ron gestured for him to relax and not be afraid. Tonight would be a "friendly meeting" between fellow Mutants; he wasn't here to kidnap or threaten.
"Fellow Mutant? Are you from this country?"
Kenny's voice was tense, trying to ascertain their identity. These man and woman had infiltrated here without any weapons; how did they do it?
"No, my meaning of 'fellow Mutant' is different, you understand."
Looking at him, Ron said meaningfully.
"No… I don't understand."
Kenny's face paled, a flicker of panic in his eyes, but with years of political composure, he calmly concealed it.
He hadn't expected that the very thing he had just been fretting over would be discovered by someone that very night.
"Fellow Mutant?
Ron, are you saying he… You're not mistaken, are you?"
Raven beside him froze, her face stunned, and she asked in a low, disbelieving voice.
She often heard the word "fellow Mutant," but Ron was actually saying that this person, who frequently gave speeches on television, was also a fellow Mutant, one of them?
"Yes, it's hard to imagine that the person currently holding the highest power in this country is actually a Mutant just like us, isn't it?"
Sitting behind the desk, Ron playfully scanned Kenny, who was pressed tightly against the door, his heart deeply uneasy, and chuckled.
But he was indeed a Mutant, and years later, when he was assassinated, Magneto unexpectedly discovered it and tried to save him, but was mistakenly thought to be the assassin, becoming the scapegoat and being imprisoned in a special facility.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Sir, Madam, please leave immediately. I can pretend nothing happened."
Kenny took two steps forward, putting on a brave face, wanting Ron and Raven to leave.
"Mr. President, why don't you shout?
The bodyguards are downstairs; they should be able to hear you if you shout, right?"
Raven's expression subtly shifted, and she chuckled softly.
Seeing his reaction, she confirmed what Ron had said.
The President, who held the highest power in the nation, was acting like a criminal caught with damning evidence, feigning composure.
"Alright, sit down, relax."
Waving his hand in invitation, Ron's posture was like a Master inviting an uneasy guest to sit.
"Some of us can sense whether another is a fellow Mutant."
He implied there was no need for him to argue.
… …
Sitting down across from them, the President remained silent, feeling awkward in the chair.
Normally, he would be sitting behind the desk, giving instructions to the person sitting here. Now, he was the one sitting there.
This gave him a vague sense of foreboding.
"Mr. President, you should know how many people are watching your position. You can't afford to make even a single mistake in this role."
Ron said unhurriedly.
A subtle, implied warning.
Even a minor political scandal could lead to impeachment and removal; if it were revealed that he was a Mutant, everything he had built over years in politics would collapse instantly, and he might even be thrown into prison by political enemies seizing the opportunity.
"What do you want?"
Kenny calmed down, no longer denying it. Since they had come to him, they surely wanted to achieve something through him.
He felt vaguely annoyed that he, one of the most powerful people on Earth, was being blackmailed by two people of unknown origin.
"Mr. President, you must have been very busy today, right?"
"…Don't tell me, you're involved in that Cuba incident."
He had a keen nose for certain matters, and hearing this suggestive remark, he immediately flinched, his face turning to one of terror.
"Don't look at us like we're Terrorists."
Seeing his gaze, Raven became displeased, her tone icy.
"If it weren't for us today, especially if Ron hadn't stopped Sebastian Shaw from destroying the two fleets and causing a major war, the White House might already be a ruin now.
Mr. President, you wouldn't be sitting here listening to Ron speak right now."
She coldly warned the President to drop that look.
They had saved the World.
Although the two fleets were later destroyed by their people, at least it didn't cause a World War, did it?
"You… You were one of those two people?!"