New York, Manhattan, Clowe Street,

The bustling streets in the past were forcibly cleared, and isolation belts were drawn on both sides of the road, prohibiting any civilians from entering it.

71 police cars were stuck in the middle of the road, and 507 formal police officers were as if they were facing a major enemy and used police cars as bunkers, drawing their guns to point them at the end of the road.

Eight police helicopters hovered in the sky, propellers blew up strong winds, and the cool beam of light from searchlights illuminated the scene and objects below.

Unlike the SWAT colleagues of the Los Angeles Police Department, known as SWAT, the New York City Police Department’s SWAT team is known as the Emergency Service Unit, the ESU Emergency Service Unit.

These New York City SWAT police officers who have undergone professional and rigorous training have already arranged snipers on the high buildings on both sides of the street, waiting for the order to be issued to shoot the deadly bullets at the target.

Not only that, the New York City National Guard, which was urgently called, also drove all tanks, armored vehicles and even missile-loaded armed helicopters into Manhattan, blocking the surrounding area of ​​Clow Street in a mess.

Such a large formation targets only one person.

Eric Lancheer,

Or, Magneto.

Magneto, wearing the iconic scarlet cloak, walked slowly, facing the cold muzzles at the cannon barrels, bathed in the searchlights of the helicopter, like a god walking on the earth.

The neon billboards on both sides of the street were still shining, the strong wind caused by the stirring of the propeller rolled up dust, and Magneto slowly raised his palm.

The American soldiers at the end of the street raised their muzzle an inch, stared at their eyes, and gently held their sweaty fingers on the trigger.

The bullet lies in the center of the gun chamber, and can follow the guidance of gunpowder at any time and fly forward.

Before the Wanjun campaign, Magneto smiled and did nothing, just smoothed out the hair that was blown by the wind.

Mutants Affairs Administration, SHIELD, FBI, CIA, NYPD... Countless people are waiting for him in front, waiting for the next move of the most well-known terrorist in the world.

"I am from the leader."

Magneto pointed to the New York City Police Department headquarters on the corner of Clow Street and said loudly: "Didn't anyone come to receive me?"

The atmosphere at the scene was still anxious. Every movement of Magneto was broadcast in real time. Hundreds of intelligence personnel analyzed each movement, every look, and the tone of each letter frame by frame, trying to find out the rules from it and learn about Magneto's true thoughts.

Countless evaluation reports were uploaded step by step, and intelligence agencies across the United States quickly came up with their own thoughts. After half a minute, these reports appeared in the tactical command room underground in the White House in Washington.

Ten seconds later, the decision from the owner of the White House was delegated step by step and handed over to a commander of a National Guard.

Soon, an armed armored vehicle slowly drove out and stopped in front of Magneto.

The rear door of the armored vehicle opened, and the expressionless burly man on the digital plane walked down with a gun. Without saying a word, he guarded Magneto onto the vehicle.

These seemingly majestic fully armed soldiers are actually useless. In front of Magneto, who has the ability to manipulate magnetic fields, no matter how many ordinary people are, they are just a metal storm.

Everyone knows Magneto's superpowers, everyone knows that the regular army is invalid, everyone knows that as long as the other party wants, a total of tens of thousands of soldiers present can be easily massacred within a quarter of an hour.

But everyone is cooperating with the performance and performing this drama that is attracting attention from all over the world.

Soon, Magneto, sitting in an armed vehicle, was transferred out of Manhattan.

The entire interstate highway was completely blocked, surrounded by helicopters, tanks, armored vehicles, motorcycles, and tens of thousands of federal military and police escorted them.

This is not the treatment that a former criminal suspect deserves.

I don't know how long it took, but the convoy finally stopped.

The door of the armored vehicle was opened, and the dense muzzles were pointed at Magneto.

These guns are all made of plastic guns produced through 3D printing technology, and the soldiers holding these special guns do not have any metal parts on their bodies.

The location where the vehicle parked was a wilderness. Looking around, you can only see withered plants and trees. The brightly lit city can only become a spot of light in the distance.

The ground under Magneto's feet was paved with a layer of reinforced plastic film. The tents temporarily built around were made of plastic pipes and plastic films. Every object here had nothing to do with metal.

Magneto got out of the car, and the extremely nervous soldiers guarded him, surrounded him and walked towards the plastic tent.

There was a man in the tent, a one-eyed black man named Nick Fury, who served as the director of S.H.E.L.D.

Nick Fury looked at the freshly released world-class terrorist in front of him and said indifferently: "Sit down, Mr. Magneto."

Eric sat down silently, and observed the airtight plastic isolation tent with interest.

Some intelligence personnel in uniform suits and uniforms were busy outside the tent, fiddling with some novel and weird instruments.

After a few seconds, Magneto was surprised to find that the tent was completely covered by the electromagnetic pulses that were circulating. His magnetic field manipulation ability was greatly affected, and he could not even lift an iron nail within a range of half a meter.

Nick Fury smiled freely and said calmly: "We have communicated with the Mutant Affairs Administration for your detention strategy. It can ensure that you will be prevented from using superpowers to harm yourself or others without affecting your health."

Magneto nodded without comment, he was not going to talk to Nick Fury yet.

The black one-eyed dragon only represents the federal regulatory power over the extraordinary. To put it bluntly, it is a thug targeting aliens established by the federal government. Communicating with Nick Fury means delegating himself to the status of ordinary extraordinary people.

Magneto is still waiting for the person who can really determine the direction of the situation to appear.

For a moment, neither of the two in the tent made a statement, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Finally, as the sound of the helicopter propeller sounded again, the dusty Secretary of State, His Excellency Walter Holland, arrived late.

He crawled into the tent surrounded by agents on the inside and outside, scanned the Magneto sitting in his seat honestly, and let out a deep breath.

"I am Secretary of State of the United States of America," Walter slowly sorted out his tie and said with a smile: "Magneto, I'm sorry to see you on such occasions.

But without saying much nonsense, what do you and the forces you represent want?”

Magneto smiled, he lay lazily on the seat and said casually: "What we want is simple, it's just equality."

"equality?"

"That's right." Magneto said seriously: "This era is an era of equal rights movement. What we mutants need is the word equality."

The Secretary of State frowned deeply and said hesitantly: "Can you say more details?"

"Of course," Magneto said gently: "What we want is the equality of social status of mutants, and will no longer be rejected because of their own specialty, and will not be disgusted because of their own abnormality.

In order to achieve this goal, the mutant forces I represent are willing to abandon past grudges with the federal government and join in the grand event."

Walter was really shocked by the other party's shamelessness. He was beheaded on a live broadcast around the world the previous second, and the next second he could ask for cooperation openly.

After a while, the Secretary of State had finished digesting the news and asked softly: "What do you want to do?"

"The general public's fear of mutants comes from the unknown," Magneto said seriously: "We have developed an instrument that can help ordinary people activate mutant genes. With the help of that instrument, we can build a city composed entirely of teenage mutants, and prove to the whole world that mutants are not cancers, but the future of the entire human race."
Chapter completed!