Sentinel

Chapter 92 Judgment
Like a steel giant standing tall in Manhattan, the Watsonton Building, like a mountain collapsed, a large piece of reinforced concrete fell with billows of smoke and dust, hitting heavily on the cars parked below, and the metal roof was immediately crushed into waste iron.

Intense flames emerged from the inside of the building, and people fled from the building one after another, like a colony of panicked ants. The innocent people trapped in the floors by the spreading fire desperately shouted for help, trying to get help from others.

The combustibles in the building were detonated, and there was a series of loud bangs. Bricks, gravel, and glass shards rained down from the sky. People cried and screamed, as if the end of the world was coming. The scene suddenly became chaotic.

When everyone was in despair, a nimble figure in a red tights quickly passed through more and more falling objects, and tenacious spider silk spewed out, using his extraordinary ability to save those trapped of innocents.

"Spiderman!"

Many people recognize that this is the good neighbor in New York, who often fights criminals in Queens, but recently, with the return of Tony Stark and the escalation of public opinion on the mutant incident, New Yorkers are about to forget The warm-hearted masked hero.

Spiderman climbed and jumped between tall buildings with agility, like Tarzan of the apes, and saved innocent people one after another with agility.

"Help me!" A Watsonton employee stood on the edge of the collapsed building and shouted. Before he had time to escape, he was trapped in this floor that was about to collapse at any time.

Hearing the cry for help, Spider-Man naturally wouldn't turn a blind eye to it. Strong spider silk shot out from his hand, and he swung in the air with his strength. Open, and instantly the whole body fell down.

Spider-Man quickly shot out a spider web, which stuck to the opponent's body, and at the same time he punched a few falling pieces of reinforced concrete, and rescued the Watsonton employees who were still in shock.The intense flames were still spreading wantonly, like a wildly dancing devil, taking away fresh lives. Seeing several figures engulfed by the flames, the helpless Peter felt a little guilty and sad.

He couldn't save everyone, he could only watch the other party lose his life, and Spider-Man, who was suspended in the air, felt an irresistible sense of powerlessness in his heart, as if he had returned to the night when Uncle Ben was shot, No matter how hard he ran, he couldn't stop that bullet from firing, taking away the few loved ones in this world.

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Glancing at Spider-Man, who was acting as a superhero and saving the masses, Magneto withdrew his gaze indifferently. The other party was not a mutant, and he had no interest in paying attention to superpowers other than his compatriots.

The members of the Brotherhood climbed the metal steps to the Iron Cross and stood behind Magneto. This was the first time since the Cuban Missile Crisis that mutants made their debut in such a grand way, appearing in front of the world.There was a burst of shutter sounds, the flashes kept cutting, and the journalists were excitedly shooting suitable materials for tomorrow's headlines.

"This world is cruel, only the strong are qualified to survive, human beings are losers on the road of evolution, mutants are the future!"

Accompanied by Magneto's proclamation, Marcus Watsonton, who was suspended in the air, was fixed on a steel cross standing on the ground. The capitalist, who vaguely felt that his life was threatened, shouted for help to the police and special forces below, but unfortunately there was no People can provide him with a little help, and the guns floating in the air are aimed at the heads of these people.

As long as the mutant standing above hooks his fingers and gently fiddles with the magnetic thread, everyone present will be blown to the head immediately. The scene of dozens of people being headshot together must be quite spectacular.

"No one will come to save you. They fear me, just like they usually fear your money and power." Magneto said lightly.

He moved his fingers slightly, and many sharp thorns suddenly grew out of the steel cross. The cold metal tore the skin and flesh, and the severe pain made Marcus howl terribly. Inhuman torture!

"This is a just trial. You treated my compatriots like this. You tied them to the operating table and used a scalpel to dissect their bodies. Cruel experiment... Your actions reminded me of bad memories from the past, and those military officers also treated me in the same way..."

Hearing the other party's cold words full of murderous intent, Marcus argued with a trembling voice: "No...you misunderstood, I just want to help you! Eliminate the stubborn curse in your body and let you return to normal life... ..."

"Ha!" Magneto sneered, and said contemptuously: "Mutants don't need anyone to heal them. We are a better evolutionary race, far superior to human beings!"

He opened his hand, the sharp spikes shining with cold light were like nails piercing into Marcus' body, the blood flowed down along the steel cross, the scarlet color mixed with the coldness of the metal, adding On the other side, the shape of the crucifixion of Jesus reveals a religious cruel beauty.

Accompanied by Marcus's gradually weakening screams of pain, Magneto completed this so-called just trial, and the faces of the policemen who were supposed to protect the safety of the citizens flushed, and the blood of anger rushed to their brains.

"Damn mutant! What's the point of hurting a defenseless old man?"

The new chief of the New York Police Department, George Stacey, stood up first. He grabbed the gun floating in the air and pointed it at Magneto standing on the steel cross.

The mutant's arrogance and cruelty stimulated the police and special forces who arrived. They were frightened by the opponent's powerful ability before, and they dared not act rashly, for fear of being shot in the head.

But now that someone is taking the lead, they no longer hold the attitude of fear and fear. Looking at the news media surrounded by water, if they don't do something, I am afraid that tomorrow all the newspapers will accuse the New York Police Department of incompetence and cowardice.

"When you slaughtered my compatriots, why didn't you think that they were also innocent victims?!"

Magneto smiled contemptuously, and suddenly relaxed his control over the firearms, allowing the police to take back their guns. The performance was coming to an end, and it was time for a successful curtain call.

The police who got the guns seemed to have a sense of security. They looked at the mutants standing on high places, and those damned guys looked down on the tiny ants, with a dismissive attitude, as if the number of people surrounding this area Ten police cars, as well as the special forces reinforcements are not worth mentioning at all.

A certain policeman, dazzled by anger, pulled the trigger with trembling fingers. As the first gunshot erupted, the frightened others also fired in unison. The dense rain of metal bullets aimed at the steel cross. The mutants on the board are lasing away.

Magneto smiled smugly, as if he had expected it long ago, stretched out his hand slightly to release an invisible force, and hundreds of bullets were frozen in the air, as if blocked by a transparent wall.

"Those who take the lead in using violence will be punished by violence!"

The leader of the mutants snorted softly. The metal bullets that could easily take people's lives, like docile sheep, followed Magneto's orders and turned around one after another, aiming at the astonished policemen.

"Today will be the beginning of a new future for mutants!"

Magneto shouted slogans, swung his arms heavily, and the guns were separated from the police's hands again, and then the bullets roared towards their former owners like a torrential rain.

(End of this chapter)