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"Is this the first time there was a firefight today?"

Coulson looked up at the sky, and the setting sun turned the sky **** red.

"Forty-seventh time." Someone reported.

"In just one day, Skyeye's global strongholds have been attacked so many times, and the battle at night will be more intense." Coleson shook his head.

Everyone wants to get the formula of genetic medicine. With this thing, they can use mutants with confidence. This is a well-understood mentality.

Just like the ancient feudal dynasties, the emperor can tolerate the lack of personal morality of the ministers, greed for money and lust, etc., because the emperor needs to grasp the handle of the ministers, so that he can beat or even kill the ministers at any time.

Many people are eager to get the formula of genetic medicine. One reason is that you must first have a weapon to kill mutants before you can safely accept mutants.

In the past, ordinary people feared and rejected mutants. In addition to worrying about inexplicable harm, they also worried about being unable to retaliate and being crushed.

The upper echelons have been acquiescing and even contributing to the flames, because they themselves don't know how to deal with mutant talents.

But now the opportunity came, the strongest Downey took away a lot of manpower, and the strength of the Sky Eye Society was unprecedented.

This is their best chance to get the potion and fool the mutants to stay.

Unfortunately, this "emptiness" is always relative. The Sky Eye will be shocked by the power that this behemoth bursts out in an instant. A large number of undead fighters gush out in batches and are distributed all over the world, returning blood for blood and the invaders. Fighting frantically.

Within a month, hundreds of thousands of the most elite soldiers and a larger number of unknown agents have died on the earth, the munitions consumed are countless, and the artillery fires.

"How is the work of S.H.I.E.L.D. recruiting mutant employees?" Coleson scratched his head and touched his hairline that had moved up again.

"In the ongoing process, we are focusing on attracting students from Xavier's Genius Junior School, but a few children have come, and the older ones are not willing to contact us."

"Professor X still refuses to meet with me?" Coleson sighed.

"Yes it is."

"Trouble, they are determined to leave." Coleson was helpless.

Generally speaking, the most outstanding group of mutants are often in Xavier School and Brotherhood, and others such as the Hellfire Club also house a group of mutants with extraordinary combat power.

But these organizations were all wiped out by Downey, and they couldn't do anything about it.

"Chief, don't we do it? That's genetic medicine, as long as you have this thing..." The man was extremely excited.

Coleson's movements suddenly stagnated, turning his head to look at him, his eyes a little scary.

The man was silent.

"Brock, this is not our plan, the Sky Eye will not be that simple." Coulson smiled back and said to him.

After Bullock left, Coleson frowned deeply.

There was something weird inside S.H.I.E.L.D., which he had already noticed, and he didn't even know who to trust. Secret investigations have been going on, only to seize the key evidence.

"I hope it's not like I thought." Coleson looked terrifying.

...

The fierce confrontation suddenly came to an abrupt end. The confrontation between the Sky Eye and the unknown forces around the world stopped immediately after Downey re-reported the news.

No one dared to move.

A large number of people in black began to act frequently, issuing symbolic documents of residence permits to those qualified mutants.

The whole earth shook, and when the fantasy became reality, everything was like a dream.

A mutant walked out of their residence, or a high-rise building, or a dilapidated house or even a garbage dump, and a special person was responsible for picking them up.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't want to go too much." A mutant hesitated for a moment, and said with a fearful expression on his face without accepting the file.

"Are you sure, sir? I remind you out of professional responsibility that there is only this opportunity. If you miss this time, Cybertron's door will always be closed to you."

"I'm sure... I want to inject that genetic medicine to become an ordinary person."

"It's such a pity, sir, good luck." The man in black didn't talk nonsense, put the files in the suitcase, and hurried to the next remote location.

Many remote and backward places need people like them to run. They are not worried about finding people, and the scientific and technological strength of the Sky Eye Society is not mentioned. Professor X is also using a brain wave amplifier to observe, specifically to guide some people in black who cannot find anyone anyway.

Only people in black need to actively apply to their superiors.

Many mutants who originally applied for immigration finally gave up for various reasons.

I have to say that the overwhelming propaganda without blind spots has played a huge role.

Only when you lose it, will you know how to cherish it. This is the mentality of people on earth. Mutants with diverse and powerful abilities in the past will only feel disgusted and headaches.

But now, even Downey doesn't hesitate to build a planet and pays such attention to it, so the higher level of the earth is naturally not stupid, comprehensively evaluating the consequences of losing the mutant.

The decline in combat effectiveness is certain.

Unfortunately, their efforts are destined to be of little effect, because the Omega-class mutants appearing at the moment were swept away by Downey.

Coupled with the professor and Lao Wan's school and fraternity, the most talented group will also be taken away by Downey.

On the earth at this time, batches of mutants gathered from all over the world, waiting anxiously.

The whole world is observing in weird peace.

"It's too much less than we estimated, only 71,752." Magneto looked at the bustling crowd, very dissatisfied, with suppressed anger.

"Why didn't they leave, they believed the ridiculous rhetoric of those human beings? How many years have passed since, have they changed?" Magneto asked with an ugly face.

"There is no way, Eric. Actually, there are 700,000 people and it has surprised me." Professor X was sitting in a wheelchair, his face flat.

"With a population of over 10 million, only 700,000 are willing to follow us..." Magneto sneered. He was a bit heartache, but it was just heartache.

When necessary, his heart is crueler than anyone else.

Magneto flew into the sky, looking down at the crowd, familiar faces across his eyes, Wolverine, Storm Girl, Sabre Tooth Tiger, Devilish Girl...

He raised his head slightly and looked down more into the distance.

These 700,000 people will be the seeds of mutants, and those who refuse to leave will accompany this place on the earth and continue to erode.

When gene medicine is spread out in a large area and mixed with rainwater, food, and drinking water, the X gene in life on earth will be weakened little by little ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and the genetic sequence will be completely kicked out.

Mutants will annihilate the race.

Downey’s original promise is being fulfilled.

A huge whirlpool unfolded in front of the crowd, flashing a huge white channel, connecting the earth and Cybertron.

The land bridge was opened.

Magneto took a deep breath and looked down at his old partner Professor X.

The professor nodded, and the voice rang in the minds of the 700,000 people on the scene.

"You made the right choice, my compatriots, time will tell you the right choice."

"Perhaps our past is not beautiful, but we have the right to choose the future, and have the ability to use our hands to pursue a beautiful future that can be touched. My compatriots, you will be the new seeds of mutants, and a new era has come."

"Welcome to the new world!"