The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 150 Negotiations
New York, Manhattan, Crowe Street,
The bustling streets in the past were forcibly emptied, and barriers were pulled up on both sides of the road to prohibit any civilians from entering it.

71 police cars were blocked in the middle of the road, and 507 official police officers used the police cars as cover as if facing an enemy, and drew their guns to aim at the end of the road.

Eight police helicopters hovered in the sky, their propellers whipped up strong winds, and the cool beams from the searchlights illuminated everything below.

Unlike the LAPD's SWAT counterparts, known as SWAT, the NYPD's SWAT team is known as the Emergency Service Unit, or ESU.

These New York City special police who have undergone professional and rigorous training have already deployed snipers on the tall buildings on both sides of the street, and only waited for the order to be issued to shoot deadly bullets at the target.

Not only that, the New York City National Guard, which was urgently called, also drove tanks, armored vehicles, and even armed helicopters loaded with missiles into Manhattan, blocking the area around Crowe Street.

Such a big battle was aimed at only one person.

Eric Lanshere,

Or rather, Magneto.

Wearing the iconic scarlet cloak, Magneto walked unhurriedly, facing those cold muzzles and barrels, bathed in the searchlights of the helicopter, like a god walking in the world.

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

The American soldiers at the end of the street raised their muzzles an inch, their eyes widened, and their sweaty fingers lightly held the trigger.

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

Before Wanjun marched, Magneto smiled and did nothing, but smoothed the hair that was blown by the wind.

Countless people from the Mutant Affairs Administration, S.H.I.E.L.D., FBI, CIA, and NYPD were waiting for him, waiting for the next move of the world's most famous terrorist.

"I, I surrender myself."

Magneto pointed to the New York City Police Department headquarters on the corner of Crowe Street, and said loudly, "Isn't there someone here to receive me?"

The atmosphere at the scene was still tense. Every movement of Magneto was broadcast in real time. Hundreds of intelligence personnel analyzed his every movement, every look, and the tone of every letter frame by frame, trying to find out the rules and learn that Magneto real thoughts.

Countless assessment reports were uploaded step by step, and intelligence agencies across the United States quickly came up with what they believed to be the answer. After half a minute, these reports appeared in the tactical command room underground of the White House in Washington.

Ten seconds later, the decision from the owner of the white house was devolved step by step and handed over to a certain National Guard officer.

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

Click, the back door of the armored vehicle opened, and several burly men with expressionless faces walked down with their guns in their hands. Without saying a word, they escorted Magneto onto the vehicle.

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

Everyone knows Magneto's ability, everyone knows that the regular army is useless, everyone knows that as long as the other party is willing, they can easily slaughter a total of tens of thousands of soldiers present within a quarter of an hour.

However, everyone is cooperating and performing this drama that attracts worldwide attention.

Soon, Magneto was transported out of Manhattan in an armed armored vehicle.

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

This is not at all the treatment that a criminal suspect who surrendered himself should be treated.

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

The door of the armored vehicle was pulled open, and densely packed muzzles were aimed at Magneto.

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

The location where the vehicle was parked was a wilderness, and all that could be seen was withered grass and trees, and the brightly lit city could only be reduced to a point of light far away.

The ground under Magneto's feet was covered with a layer of reinforced plastic mulch, and the temporary tents around it were made of plastic pipes and plastic films. Everything here has nothing to do with metal.

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

There is a person in the tent, a one-eyed bald black man named Nick Fury, who serves as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

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

Eric sat down in silence, observing the airtight plastic isolation tent with great interest.

Some intelligence officers in uniforms were busy outside the tent, playing with some strange instruments.

A few seconds later, Magneto was surprised to find that the tent was completely covered by the recurring electromagnetic pulse, and his magnetic field manipulation ability was greatly affected, and he couldn't even lift a nail within half a meter.

Nick Fury smiled freely, and said peacefully: "As for your detention strategy, we have communicated with the Mutant Affairs Administration. It can guarantee that without affecting your health, you will be prevented from using abilities to the greatest extent and harming the yourself or someone else."

Magneto nodded noncommittally, he did not intend to speak to Nick Fury yet.

The black one-eyed dragon just represents the federation's control over the extraordinary. To put it bluntly, it is a thug erected by the federal government against aliens. Communicating with Nick Fury means delegating oneself to the status of ordinary extraordinary.

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

For a while, neither of the two people in the tent said anything, 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 got into the tent surrounded by three layers of agents inside and outside, glanced at Magneto who was sitting obediently in his seat, and let out a heavy breath.

"I am the Secretary of State of the United States of America," Walter adjusted his tie slowly and said with a smile, "Your Majesty Magneto, I am sorry to see you on this occasion.

But without further ado, what exactly do you and the forces behind you want? "

Magneto smiled. He lay lazily on the seat and said casually: "What we want is very simple, just equality."

"equality?"

"That's right." Magneto said sternly: "The current era is the era of affirmative action. What we mutants need is the word equality."

The Secretary of State frowned deeply, and said hesitantly, "Can you explain in more detail?"

"Of course." Magneto said gently, "What we are looking for is the equality of mutants' social status, so that they will no longer be rejected because of their specialness, and will not be disgusted because of their abnormality.

In order to achieve this goal, the mutant force I represent is willing to put aside the previous feud with the federal government and join hands in this grand event. "

Walter was really shocked by the other party's shamelessness. One second, he was live broadcasting the beheading all over the world, and the next second he could openly ask for cooperation.

After a while, His Excellency the Secretary of State digested the news and asked softly, "What do you want to do?"

"The general public's fear of mutants comes from the unknown." Magneto said sternly: "We have developed an instrument that can help ordinary people activate mutant genes. With the help of that instrument, we can build a completely A city composed of young mutants proves to the world that mutants are not a cancer, but the future of the entire human race."

"This project is called the Academy City Plan."

(End of this chapter)