Marvel's Magneto is a good guy

In the middle of the night, the breeze was blowing, and the huge palace was silent. Dum sat alone on the cold throne, his fingers stroking the ornate armrests, and the cold temperature on his fingertips seemed to be stronger than the metal mask on his face. daunting.

Tomorrow, the first day of 2002, he will be crowned king and declare to the world that Latvinia is his territory and will never allow others to interfere.

However, this throne seems a bit too cold.

"Someone will demolish this palace tomorrow. I don't need this." Doom stood up, and a dark green magic hit the throne, smashing it to pieces. "After demolishing it, build a building here, Du Mu." Tom Building”

On the other side of the Danube, Magneto took advantage of the night to walk out of the hut that had been hidden for many days. The magnetic field slightly caressed, his body lifted off the ground, slowly floated into the air, stopped in the sky full of stars, and looked at his future territory.

This piece of land was not large in area and was far from his ideal dreamland, but he chose to compromise, which was unimaginable. You know, he had hated the word compromise his entire life.

It is because he is unwilling to compromise, unwilling to exchange any interests with human beings, and only wants to use force to solve everything, that he will turn himself and the Brotherhood of Mutants into what it is now.

He thought that he would never compromise in his life, but he didn't expect that in the end, he still learned to compromise.

Tomorrow, the first country established by mutants in the world, and also in history, will be born here, and the eyes of the whole world will be focused on this place, including those clowns who believe in the mutant threat theory.

"Get ready." Eric quietly appeared behind him, holding a big box in his hand, "It's going to be really lively in the next few days."

"There's nothing to prepare for. What needs to be done has already been done. The rest is up to God's will." Magneto smiled freely, quite like a master.

"Oh, I thought we Magneto didn't believe in God, but you were an exception." Eric looked at Magneto in surprise.

Magneto snorted arrogantly, "Of course I don't believe him, so his meaning has never been important. We will definitely succeed."

"Haha" Eric smiled with relief and handed him the box in his hand, "Be careful with it, this is the most dangerous weapon in the world."

Magneto took it with both hands and nodded solemnly, "Thank you very much."

"Why should you and I be polite?"

The next day, when the first ray of sunshine hit the ground in 2002, there was a loud bang in Latvinia, announcing that the centuries-old royal palace had become history, and also announcing that Latvinia, a weak country, , ushered in the most powerful and most powerful emperor in history.

This historic picture was sent to the Internet in real time by the TV station. Anyone who followed Dumu was watching this scene.

His good friend and lifelong enemy Mr. Fantastic Reed is watching, his cuckold ex-girlfriend Susan is watching, his classmates and teachers from the State University of New York are watching, the FBI and CIA who want him are watching, pay attention His S.H.I.E.L.D. was watching, as were several neighboring countries of Latvinia.

Then there is no more

After all, Latvinia is just a small country with a population of only . Most cities in other countries are larger than hers, so how many people will pay attention to her?

However, this small piece of land immediately attracted the attention of the world. Just across the river from Latvinia, a new country was founded, a country of mutants, a utopia.

The whole world was in an uproar. More than % of the people thought this was a joke. It was incredible how mutants, such a dangerous and evil race, could establish a country.

Moreover, their king turned out to be Magneto, Max Eisenhardt, who had committed heinous crimes in many countries and was wanted by several countries and organizations.

"This is a mutant conspiracy"

"Mutants want to take over the world"

"All mutants should have been killed long ago"

"No, it is the US government that is controlling all this. This is their conspiracy."

"Everyone, we can't delay any longer. If they succeed in establishing a country, then the mutant issue will become an international issue and they will be even more dangerous."

A middle-aged man in the uniform of an American colonel slammed on the table in front of him, his knuckles turned red, but he didn't notice it at all.

This is the secret meeting room of the White House. Everyone here is higher than his official position. Even General Ross is sitting upright. He is so irrational as a colonel. From this point, we can see how this matter is for him. How exciting.

"Colonel Stryker, I think you are a little too nervous." The vice president sitting next to the president glanced at Stryker and said calmly: "According to international practice, the disputed territory is actually occupied by either party in the dispute. It takes more than a hundred years, or a sovereign country loses its ability to effectively govern a certain territory for more than a hundred years, before it can form a de facto independent state. I think, sandwiched between Serbia and Kosovo, mutants may not necessarily live better than in the United States. better"

"Mr. Vice President, you underestimate mutants too much. My father and my wife both died at the hands of mutants. I have dealt with them all my life. No one knows them better than me." Stryker tried to restrain himself. His own emotions, but the veins on his forehead still revealed how angry he was at the moment, "They always have a way to make humans obey them."

"Obey" General Ross sneered, "Can they control the whole world? Stryker, as far as I know, your son seems to be a mutant, and he is also a mutant who can control human consciousness."

The conference room suddenly became chaotic. All the people present were high-ranking American officials. What they were most afraid of was that someone would see the secrets in their heads. They were discussing with each other and looking at Stryker with increasingly unkind eyes.

Stryker's breath couldn't help but stagnate. He took a deep look at General Ross, took a deep breath, and nodded solemnly, "Yes, everyone, my son is called the Master of Illusion by them. He is a man who can create illusions in the human brain. My wife, a mutant, was killed by him.”

There was a commotion at the conference table, and everyone whispered to each other, their voices getting louder and louder.

"But" Stryker shouted, attracting everyone's attention, "I no longer have a son, only Weapon No. 143"

The harshness of Stryker's words made everyone shudder. A soldier released the video of the X weapon at the right time. Seeing that Stryker had even transformed his own son into a weapon, everyone looked at him with amazement. changed.

"Okay, that's all today's topic. Stryker, you can go to Europe." At this time, the president who had been silent stood up and issued the final order, "Your actions will not be recognized by the U.S. government. You and Your soldiers will automatically lose their status as U.S. residents the moment you step outside the borders of the United States."

Everyone shut their mouths and acted as if they didn't hear anything. Even the Vice President and General Ross stopped talking and studied the patterns on the table.

Stryker looked around, eyes full of contempt, said nothing, saluted the president, and exited the meeting room.

As soon as his feet stepped out of the door, a voice sounded beside his legs: "Colonel Stryker, I think I can help you."

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