Sentinel

Chapter 90 The Master of Steel

The time returns to 10 minutes ago.

At 06:30 in the afternoon, it was the rush hour for commuting, and the traffic flow in this international metropolis was endless. The sound of horns echoed in the streets, and the cars drove on the congested road like water droplets flowing into the river.

Peter was riding a newly bought electric car, holding a bouquet of delicate roses in his hand, and stopped at an intersection waiting for a red light. The young Spider-Man seemed to have a good time recently. Since the last time he took a photo of Senator Kelly, he He also obtained the key evidence of Watsonton's illegal human experiments from his old classmate Sean, which made the Daily Bugle always publish eye-catching reports, and even the mean boss James rarely expressed his praise.

And he also said that if Peter can continue to maintain it, he will soon become a full-time employee of the Daily Bugle. It just so happens that this gossip tabloid still lacks a chief photographer.

Peter, who was in a difficult financial situation, seemed to have been injected with a booster after hearing this promise.He cheers himself up every day, hoping to get that official position, and no longer rely on a meager salary to pay rent and live.

Bowing his head and sniffing the fragrance of roses, Peter couldn't help smiling contentedly. This was a surprise for Mary Jane. Today, she will perform on stage for the first time in her life in a small theater.

Peter, who is not good at creating a romantic atmosphere, specially booked a Michelin three-star French restaurant in advance under Gwen's reminder, and prepared to have a wonderful candlelight dinner to win the joy and cheers of the goddess of his dreams.

Full of longing, Peter found that his beloved little sheep suddenly shook, as if being pulled by an invisible force, it got rid of his control and floated up out of thin air.

"What's going on here... Wait! My new car!"

Before Peter could finish his sentence, he heard shouts one after another, like the waves of the sea. The brand-new lamb that he just bought seemed to be controlled by an invisible big hand, and it disintegrated automatically in the air, turning into countless pieces of metal Debris floated into the sky.

Peter was not the only one who encountered such a strange thing. All the vehicles parked at the intersection were like this. The young Spider-Man saw with his own eyes a car next to him. In just a few seconds, the body of the car disintegrated into pieces. Wrapped in the chassis and engine floating in the air, they flew into the sky together, and only the owner was left holding the steering wheel, looking blankly at the car leaving the ground.

Peter had no time to care about his beloved little sheep who had been brutally dismembered. He looked up at the violent storm-like metal frenzy in the sky, flying mightily towards a certain direction. The feet of the opponent are generated out of thin air, and the opponent makes his debut in such a sensational way!

"Mutant?" Peter subconsciously raised his camera and thought to himself.

The streets were like a boiling pot of oil. People abandoned their cars and fled, screaming incessantly, and the panic spread like a wave.Peter glanced at the delicate rose in his hand, and couldn't help sighing in frustration. It seemed that he was going to miss the appointment again this time. Thinking of the scene where Mary Jane questioned him angrily, he had a headache.

The metal tornado whizzed around in the sky, Magneto was wearing a helmet, and his purple robe was flying, his majestic face showed chilling coldness, he stepped forward in the air on the metal steps, like an invincible king, in the air The mighty metal frenzy, like its own subjects, obeyed the summons.

Magneto opened his hands, as if waving an invisible baton. The cars in the entire block flew into the air like a long dragon, and even the street lamps and trash cans on the side of the street were not spared. Almost all objects with metal properties were attacked. The control and pulling of this force disintegrated and scattered, and merged into the tornado storm that covered the sky and the sun.

Looking down at the small, panic-stricken figures running around, Magneto couldn't help but sneer coldly in his heart. This world belongs to the pioneers who are at the forefront of the evolutionary path. Ordinary people without power can only survive under the power of the strong. Shaking and sadly asking for help.

Looking at the Watsonton Building standing in the center of the city, Magneto looked cold and serious. He originally planned to attack Liberty Island and transform the dignitaries of various countries who came to attend the high-end summit into mutants in one fell swoop, hoping to change the world pattern and make compatriots A future of new freedom.

However, Watsonton's secret use of mutants to conduct human experiments completely angered the mutant leader. Those bloody and brutal photos made him recall the dark past buried deep in his heart, and he was locked up in a cold and humid concentration camp Every day, people continue to die, and the painful memories that fade into old photos suddenly emerge clearly.

Later, Mystique Riven also suggested that if you want to announce the power of mutants to the world, you might as well go to Watsonton to attack the political leaders of Liberty Island, which will only make the situation of compatriots worse, and even arouse the human world. If a full-scale war is launched, the situation will never be restored.

After careful consideration, Magneto finally accepted this proposal. Although the mutants had outstanding talents, they were split into two camps, like a pan of loose sand, unable to directly confront the deep-rooted and powerful human government.

On this point, even if he is as proud as Magneto, he has to admit that it is really difficult for mutants to overthrow the rule of mankind with their own power, unless his old friend Charles is willing to stand on his side and no longer hold Ridiculously obstinate idea of ​​peace.

While his thoughts were racing, the mutant leader waved his hand. The floor-to-ceiling windows at the top of the Watsonton Building shattered, and glass shards fell like raindrops. Magneto walked straight into the building's owner, Marcus, stepping on the metal steps. Watson's office.

The dignified and dignified leader of Watsonton tried his best to maintain his demeanor, but the intense panic in his eyes had already betrayed his current mood.

"It's you who use my compatriots to carry out those brutal and bloody experiments?"

Magneto's voice was high and his eyes were sharp. Looking at Marcus Watsonton, who was full of fear, he couldn't help but think of the military officer in the concentration camp. The dark past and painful memories surged like a tide, breaking through the memories in his mind. gate.

"It's because of people like you that I lead the Brotherhood on a different path than Charles."

Magneto's fingers moved slightly, and the floating metal formed a strong noose around Marcus' neck. Watsonton's helmsman struggled and retreated, but it was useless.

"From today onwards, the world will no longer ignore the voices of mutants. Everyone will know that we are not weak lambs. If humans want war, mutants will rise up to resist!"

Magneto shouted sharply, he strode out of Watsonton, and stood in the void. Under the control of that invisible big hand, the floating and surging metal frenzy condensed into a huge and incomparable steel like a candle melted by high temperature. The cross, with a loud bang, smashed into the ground deeply, and fine cracks appeared on the concrete road.

Magneto, who made a big scene, stood on the top of the cross, his arms waving, and Marcus, who was bound by a metal noose, shouted for help. Unfortunately, the police who arrived did not dare to act rashly, but pointed their guns at the majestic silhouette.

(End of this chapter)