Chapter 982

"Eisenhart..."

the ticket seller recoiled a little, and the chair was driven across the floor tiles, making a creaking friction sound. He looked up at the face of wanciwang, but avoided those eyes.

He knew he was still found, maybe a survivor of the camp, but he had been through thousands of experiments years ago.

At that time, the young man in front of him was only a child, and his appearance could not be recognized. The surname was also meaningless. The Jews in the concentration camp had only serial numbers, just like livestock.

Magneto wasn't surprised at all. He knew all this. In the hell on earth, he was just a little more conspicuous because of his superpower.

"What about that?"

With that, he raised a hand and flew out of his pocket a coin, which seemed to be held by an invisible platform, spinning in the air.

"It's you..."

when the former researchers saw this scene, they almost instantly remembered that special child. At that time, chief Schmidt stimulated his super ability by torturing the child's mother, which all explained the purpose of magneto.

The coin fell on the counter, making a crisp jingle. The king of magnetism pulled down his hood and clenched his fist: "you don't remember my person, only my ability. The mutant is really a prop in your eyes!"

"No! That's a mistake. I apologize to you. We all live in a wrong time when we can't help it. For God's sake, please let me go. "

The researcher knelt down. He still remembers how the child got out of the camp. The terrible magnetic force swept through the steel like a tornado, killing every soldier in the camp instantly.

If the girl who was with the boy at the time had not advised him to leave quickly, the researcher who now runs a small cinema would have died that day.

Magneto had no expression: "where is Schmidt now, do you know?"

"No, I don't know. No one has seen him since the war. He's always very mysterious."

The researcher shook his head desperately, his hands shaking violently, kneeling down to the mutant like a God.

Magneto closed his eyes and sighed. It was a dramatic change. It was really a theater. People who used to torture themselves as experimental objects are now so afraid of their own strength.

Indeed, only strength is the guarantee of the right to life.

No country will speak for mutants. They are regarded as monsters and aliens. Then, he will do it and speak to the world on behalf of his ethnic group.

"In that case, you're useless."

Mr. Wan raised a finger and swayed left and right in front of him twice. However, the iron fence between the ticket booth and the hall was torn apart like noodles, making a metal deformation sound that made people sour.

Then he hooked his hand, and the chair tied the conductor off the ground and flew out of the hole.

Looking at the man in front of him struggling, screaming, he can not help but ring his own. They have used all kinds of inhuman means to develop their super ability, and now they will finally taste the fruit of hatred planted by themselves.

Hatred will never disappear, it will only become more thick and solid with the passage of time.

"No! Please don't! "

At this time, perhaps it was the scream that alarmed the researcher's family members. A figure rushed out of the small house behind the ticket booth. She was holding it in vain on a cage made of steel in mid air, as if to break the terrible instrument of torture with her hands.

Magneto looked at her and didn't know her. It seemed that she had nothing to do with the revenge plan.

"Are you his wife? Do you know who he used to be? "

"I know a little, but he already knew that he was wrong. If he wants to change his mind, he is a good man now. He will help everyone enthusiastically. Please let him go." The woman also knelt on the ground and began to cry.

Magneto took a deep breath: "he is a Nazi, and his hands are full of innocent blood. Do you think it can be explained just by regret? I used to ask these animals to let my family and friends go. Did you ask him

"That's not the same... He was forced." The woman is so obsessed with her husband that she is a good man, and she is still trying to reason with magneto.

But if it is so easy to be shaken, magneto will not be him. His will and determination can not be changed by words.

"I can forgive him..." Wan ciwang replied faintly, but before the woman showed a relaxed expression, his five fingers suddenly closed, only to hear a chirping sound, the former researcher was squeezed into a pile of meat and bone slag: "but the other ghosts I represent can not."

"Devil!! You must die The woman is sad from the heart, before fainting, she still points to the king of magnetism with trembling fingers and cries out the curse words.

Magneto looked at the fallen woman and slowly pulled up his hood. The snow melted water drops made the cloth cool, and the splashing blood was wiped away by his hands."Devil? If it's to stop the tragedy from happening again, then you should treat me as me. These persecutors must pay a price, or the world's oppression of mutants will never stop. "

This man must die, because the people who died in the camp were not only the parents of magneto, but also tens of thousands of others.

This ordinary looking, bespectacled honest man was Schmidt's biggest accomplice.

Regret? What have you been doing? People do not know the true meaning of repentance when they are dying.

But wanciwang said to himself, he took out a small pile of bank notes from his pocket, held them with two coins, and flew to the woman's hand.

After all, he killed her husband. Maybe the money will make her better off.

She is also an innocent person, but hatred spreads like this. Maybe her hatred will devour magneto one day, but before that, he has a lot to do.

Whether she will use the money and what she will do with it will always be a mystery.

Wan ciwang turned and pushed open the small door of the cinema. He had a movie ticket in his hand. He threw it in the snow and looked at the poster surrounded by neon lights. The light was dazzling.

He has no chance to live a peaceful and beautiful life. As a magneto, his future will live for all mutants and fight for justice for them. But his life experience only has the darkness, then the method which can think of naturally also has nothing to do with the light.

The man didn't know where Schmidt had gone, and he was looking for new clues.

But just then, in the lane where he came, in the dark, which curved along with the lane, a red light suddenly lit up.

"Magneto... Very good." Hoarse voice with a smile ring, like a devil whispering in the dark, the volume is not big, but each word is clearly into the ears of magneto.

"Who are you?" Magneto watched as the red dots drew closer and closer until the dark night came out of his black and yellow armor.

"I have a lot of identities, just call me the death knell. There is no need to introduce more at present. You will always know in the future."

The strange man in armor walked slowly. Magneto tried to use his ability to control the other party's armor, but the armor that looked like metal suddenly wriggled up and grew a tentacle with a big mouth, and stuck out his tongue at him.

He could not help but step back. This situation was beyond his common sense. It was not armor at all, but a living creature.

"Don't try. Before I come to see you, I've made a complete set of preparations. This seemingly metal armor is actually made of flesh and blood. There is a concept called colonization. Now you are too young."

The other party noticed his intention, but didn't act aggressively. Instead, he waved his hand easily, indicating that he had no hostility.

"What do you want to do?"

Magneto is calm. After all, this is a city. Even if the equipment and props on the other side can't be controlled, there is still metal in the city.

He could control everything from cars and ships to well covers and kitchen knives. As long as the overwhelming metal rolled over, he had never seen anyone who could stop it.

"Oh, relax. I'm here to discuss terms with you."

I don't know why. When he heard the words "talk about conditions", he felt that he would lose something valuable.

He stepped back a few steps, retreated to the other side of the street. The snow fell on his head and melted into the fabric. "No, I'm not interested."

After that, he turned around and left. The other party's origin and strength were unknown, but he suddenly appeared and called out his code name.

It's just like looking at a frog with one eye.

"Oh? Will you just walk away? " The death knell didn't chase him. It just looked at his back and asked at the right volume, "even if I could take out the chips you wanted most, you wouldn't think about it?"

"What do you mean?" Magneto stopped and made a black footprint on the snow.

"Well, I just visited your interrogation. Are you looking for Klaus Schmidt?" Su Ming touched his chin, held his arm and said, "your interrogation skills are very poor, and your intelligence ability is even more general. It's a pseudonym. I not only know his real name, but also know where he is. How about it? Are you interested in my terms now? "

In the next second, an overwhelming array of ironware flew in from all directions, from kitchen knives or pans through the windows of residents' homes to fire hydrants or lampposts pulled from the streets.

All these things were used as weapons and rushed towards Su Ming, but they didn't drop them immediately. Instead, they were suspended in the air with wanciwang himself.

"Tell me!"

Wanciwang stepped on a manhole cover and stood in the air with his back hands. His worn-out cloak was directly torn off, revealing the purple red leather tights and Cape underneath.Su Ming covered his face. There was something wrong with wanciwang's aesthetic standards in his youth: "are you going to steal information? It's also true that you regard me as a weak person and intend to exercise the rights of the strong one. However, it's up to you to touch me to know who is strong and who is weak. "

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