[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

The Trident headquarters of SHIELD is once again engulfed in flames.

This is not to say that S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra are careless. Although the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters has not been completely repaired after the last Nick Fury robbery, the alert level has already been raised to the highest level.

But even so, for this world that is difficult to judge with common sense, combat power is never judged by the number of people.

It was an old man walking on the road, no, or it should not be said that he was walking, it should be said that he was floating - the way he moved was like the way astronauts walked on the moon.

At this moment, he had a harmonious smile on his face, his hands were gently swinging in front of him, and beside him were countless tall iron giants twisted from various metals.

Judging from the terrifying bright red footprints left behind every step of the giant, there are many other things wrapped in these metals...

"Damn it! It's Magneto, why did he come here!?"

Although Magneto is not wearing his helmet that never seems to leave his body this time, as a world-renowned terrorist/terrorist, he is a strong contender for the top of the US Security Agency's list of major national security threats, whether it is the field personnel or logistics of SHIELD. The staff are very familiar with that old face.

As the on-site commander of the SHIELD's defensive battle, Brock Rumlow (Note 1) was leaning behind a temporary bunker built with cars, watching Magneto, who was as relaxed as if he was out for a walk, constantly approaching.

"Even if most of the people have gone out to search for Fu Rui's whereabouts, do you really think that we are a supermarket—a place where everyone can come in and take a look around!?"

The absolute difference in strength lies there, only the persuasion of fists and bullets is at the MAX level.

This is the code of conduct that Bullock believes in, and it is also the reason why he joined Hydra—now that the country is in that group, it is too weak, and it needs iron and blood to make it show the strength it should have.

But this time the feng shui took turns, and it was his turn to be so persuaded.

"Damn it! Somebody get some organic warheads!

I remember that the special emergency plan for Magneto in the bureau was prepared..."

Speaking of this, Brock's pupils shrank sharply, and after a nimble roll, the cover he had just turned into a discus on the ground.

An iron puppet was almost sticking to his back, and swung that veritable iron fist.

"F**K!"

However, Magneto didn't care about these "mortals". He had forcibly torn a big hole in the front door and was looking curiously at the few people who stood in front of him.

Around those people wearing special tights, surrounded by flames, water flow, ice, etc., extraordinary power can be seen at a glance.

"I knew there must be mutants in S.H.I.E.L.D."

Magneto said with an expected expression.

"Magneto, those things you did in the past are now paying..."

Just as the leader took a step forward and spoke halfway, his belt buckle pierced his body with lightning speed, and then turned into a "hedgehog"!

"Pfft... how is it possible..."

"Don't worry, I can't die, go back and lie down for a while and then come to me for revenge."

Magneto looked at the fallen body and shook his head, as if he was teaching his younger generation.

But the next moment, his attention was attracted by a bullet, and the bullet stopped a few centimeters before his eyes, but if you looked closely, you wouldn't find it, the current bullet was the tiny iron filings around Magneto.

He turned his head and looked at Bullock, who was still smoking from the muzzle of the gun not far away:

"Oh, interesting, hardened ceramic warheads? But neither."

"is it?"

But Brock didn't give up, he kept shooting while slowly approaching Magneto.

"Since you want to die so much, then I..."

Magneto sneered and let the ceramic bullets pile up in front of him, but turned his palm over, and the rifle/gun in Bullock's hand instantly turned into an alien hunter, stretching out five or six sharp tentacles towards its owner just now.

"I still don't know who died!"

But at this moment Brock smiled, and in the next moment Magneto's surprised expression slowly looked behind him.

There, another Brock is thrusting a hardened ceramic dagger into his heart.

"Surprised? Monster."

When he looked at the shooter who had already been pierced by the tentacles, the "person" turned into a remote control weapon station covered with a film after a burst of distortion as if the signal was poorly received.

"See? That's the latest type of optical camouflage.

Although we are not naturally capable like you, we can do the same thing with science..."

"Well, I was careless."

The smile on Magneto's face disappeared, but he didn't have the slightest reaction of a "dying person".

Neither cynical nor regretful, he nodded at Brock and unbuttoned his robes.

"You are right, I lost this time, but the matter is not over yet!"

"SH*T!"

Surprised to look in through Magneto's open robe, there are hundreds of small things that really shine

——Although I don't understand what it is, but if you think about it, Magneto wouldn't bring hundreds of light bulbs with him.

When a small mushroom cloud rose above the bridge outside S.H.I.E.L.D., only one of the three uniquely shaped buildings of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Trident headquarters remained halfway, and the other two became history.

Judging from the vortex formed on the nearby lake, it is obvious that SHIELD's underwater hidden shipyard has also been affected by the eyes.

"Magneto died here, and the mutant brothers will never let it go!"

When Bullock emerged from the water, he felt that half of his face was in burning pain, but what he was most concerned about now was not whether he was disfigured, but what the consequences of this attack would be.

"Notify all departments to prepare for the battle against mutants!

In addition, inform Agent Hill (Note 2) to bring back the robber chasing team. This situation cannot be handled by our left-behind personnel alone-I believe Director Fu Rui will make the same decision! "

After assigning the task, Bullock threw the earphones stuck behind his ears as if to vent.

Although he knew that for an explosion of this magnitude.Being able to save a life by diving is already lucky, but now he still feels an unknown fire in his heart:

"Damn it! What the hell is Magneto TM doing!?"

........................

And the answer to his question is now in a hotel room. Several people in suits and leather shoes are drinking red wine and eating dessert, while admiring the live broadcast of No.1 and comparing it with the pictures sent back by their respective satellites.

"Чёртвозьми! Чёртпобери!" (Note 3)

When the muscular Russian sat up from the equipment similar to a full-body CT machine, his first reaction was to curse after taking off the hooded helmet on his head.

"Androv, I told you you can't do it."

The blond American sneered.

"Mr. Androv is probably just not familiar with that ability, and next time he should be able to fully return to his due power."

And the black-haired oriental man smoothed things over on the other side.

"Hey, gentlemen, gentlemen."

After clapping their hands and drawing back the attention of the three of them, the last lady present - Tang Xuening asked with a smile:

"Gentlemen, after watching our product demonstration, do you have any interest in our fearless plan now?"

"Why didn't the mutant die? I obviously wanted to kill him!"

But often at such times, compared to compliments, questions are always the first to be raised.

The seemingly rude and reckless Androv went into bargaining mode as soon as he was talking about business.

"And your product finally added a steel protective shell before it exploded!

No matter how good the performance of this kind of product independent of user operations is, it can't be reassuring, right? "

"This is a small safety measure in our auxiliary program-after all, while assisting you to quickly master superpowers, we also need to ensure that our products will not be used by you against my employers."

The girl shrugged indifferently.

"So how can we be sure that these products..."

The blond man pointed to the rows of young Magneto and Mystique clones placed in the freezer on the other side of the room, and asked meaningfully:

"Isn't it another Terminator under the command of Skynet(Note 4) that you created?

Maybe one day, under the command of your employer, they will rush into the White House again like Magneto, and eventually rule or destroy mankind? "

"Because I believe that after our products are sold to you, you will install various 'last resorts' on them?"

But the girl also replied with a meaningful answer.

"That's only one of the problems, and the bigger problem is public opinion."

However, the Americans continued to say unrelentingly:

"The issue of whether clones have human rights has always been debated. The only reason why there is no outbreak is that no one or organization has declared that they have 'produced' clones.

As defenders of freedom and human rights, we firmly oppose the use of such weapons on the battlefield. "

After finishing speaking, he glanced at everyone in the room, and stated the conclusion firmly:

"No country is allowed to use them on the battlefield!"

His words naturally attracted the sneer of the Russians and the noncommittal tilt of the heads of the Orientals.

"I don't think there is a blank space in the brain, and clones/clones authorized by the Primarch have human rights."

Although the girl frowned, she still refuted the American point of view one by one

"And if it's really impossible, you can equip them with special forces uniforms and declare to the outside world that they are secret forces, isn't it?"

"So what if these 'things' develop a will of their own?"

The American continued to ask.

"I don't think at all that this kind of brain that relies on incomplete cloning, where you can hardly find folds in the brain, will produce self-will."

Although she felt that the other party was a little unreasonable, the girl explained:

"And I firmly believe that this confusion will no longer exist when we understand the performance of our products.

In my opinion, whether it is Captain America's physical enhancement, or the X-weapon program (Note 5) that the military is secretly working on, they have all gone in a wrong direction. "

The author has something to say: Note 1: Nicknamed Crossbones, he is the captain of the field team in S.H.I.E.L.D. who always troubles the US team.

Note 2: The female agent who controls the computer in US Team 3 Civil War has authority only under Nick Fury.

Note 3: Heck!Damn it!

Note 4: The Skynet in "Terminator"

Note 5: The most famous is Wolverine's clone X23, the little girl in Wolverine's ultimate battle