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The memory is over.

Now, the great man who controls magnetism reappears with the disappearance of a scumbag's life.

Magneto!

The once frightening and trembling existence once again reappeared within the field of vision of everyone.

Although.

There were not many people in the coffee shop at the time, but the appearance of Max Eisenhardt had obviously attracted the attention of relevant agencies.

Those agents began to investigate his tracks, and a tense atmosphere began to pervade the entire city.

certainly.

The so-called tense atmosphere has nothing to do with Max Eisenhart.

This man is not nervous.

To be honest, he now understands the thoughts of those devils in hell.

"A person's past always lays the groundwork for his future. In the past, that Dr. Hatcher played with the mutant's life between applause, and then I took away his future."

"I will not take immediate responsibility for the wrong things I have done, but I will hold others accountable for their crimes."

"Well, strong and unreasonable!"

"Really?"

With his arms folded in front of his chest, Max Eisenhardt frowned as he watched the billowing white steam rising from the blue mug in front of him.

"The devil should think so too."

"!"

at this time.

The door of the room was suddenly knocked from the outside, and Max Eisenhart's scattered thoughts were slightly retracted.

"who?!"

"Hello, house cleaning, weekly housekeeping, I think you shouldn't miss it sir."

A gentle and delicate voice came from outside the door, sounding like a young girl in her twenties.

Her name is Dina.

Max Eisenhart lived here for more than half a month, and had dealings with this lovely girl several times.

Every time I ask her for help, I can always do it, of course it is some daily chores.

Including small favors like changing slippers, buying coffee, or ordering a dinner.

"It's really troublesome for you."

Max Eisenhart opened the door to the room.

Standing outside the door was a man in a blue dress with a large white apron on his waist, pushing a hotel-specific sanitation trolley filled with all kinds of towels and bathrobes. , and clean sheets and quilts.

"Hello, Mr. Sullivan, do you need to..."

Mr. Sullivan!

His alias here, which is sometimes more common than Max Eisenhart!

Magneto's real name is never revealed.

"no need."

Before Dina finished speaking, she was interrupted by Max Eisenhardt.

"This room is quite clean, I can use it for another day, but did you bring what I want?!"

...

Kansas, Beloit.

In the motel next to the highway, in the room on the west side of the second floor.

Dina, who was wearing a cleaning staff uniform, folded all the newspapers issued by the magazine today and handed them to Mr. Sullivan in front of her.

All right.

She was a little nervous.

As a hotel cleaning employee who is responsible for cleaning up guests' rooms, Dina has seen too many things in this motel.

With her clever mind, she quickly figured out that the so-called "Mr. Sullivan" was just a pseudonym of the man in front of her in just half a month.

A man who needs to use a fake name... and looks so temperamental.

What will his true identity be like? !

Oh, about this, Dina really didn't even dare to guess.

And the other side.

Max Eisenhart naturally knew this clearly.

It's a bit funny to say that he once studied psychology for his own career.

It is no exaggeration to say that he thinks that he can still be admitted to a doctorate in psychology.

And this Ms. Dina in front of her.

Although she looked calm on the surface, with a smile on her mouth as always, but...

Her eyes, the corners of her mouth, even her gaze. And the hand that clenched the newspaper subconsciously, all the micro-movements and micro-expressions showed it.

She is nervous, she is afraid.

She was saying the title "Mr. Sullivan" as much as possible, in order to convince herself that the man in front of her was no threat to her through constant repetition.

"What a naive woman."

Watching Dina go away, there was a small gap left in the green door. Through this gap, Max Eisenhardt stared at her back, a thick dark color flashed deep in his eyes.

He is very sure!

Before he puts on the helmet, few people can directly recognize his identity.

but!

When he saw Dina pull out her cell phone from her pocket and dial a series of numbers, things started to go wrong.

Max Eisenhart's face darkened suddenly, he opened the door of the room, and quickly chased after him.

And in a hidden corner, an iron nail floated slightly.

"Dina."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Dina's body froze suddenly, with a forced professional smile on her face.

"What's the matter, Mr. Sullivan?!"

"Did you forget something just now?"

Max Eisenhart raised his hand and looked at Dina who subconsciously took two steps back, with a slight smile on his face.

He didn't do anything, and he didn't think about launching any attack. He just held two banknotes in his hand.

"Oh, I did forget just now."

Looking at the banknote in the other party's hand, Dina was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then nodded suddenly, the smile on her face was more or less genuine.

"Thank you, Mr. Sullivan, and have a nice day."

...

back to the room.

"You're too paranoid, old man."

Max Eisenhardt laughed at himself, feeling that he must be aging faster.

Otherwise, why would you be thinking nonsense.

When a woman calls, it is very likely that she is calling her boyfriend, or her mother, or her sister... That call is innocent, so it is harmless.

Unless Dina is a better actor than he guessed, or a better agent!

but……

Whether he was mistaken or not, whether the woman was innocent or not, he couldn't stay in this motel any longer.

Max Eisenhardt turned his head to look at the various newspapers tacked to the wall with various thumbtacks, with a puzzled look on his face.

"The Cruel Killer Moves the Police Station"

"Terrorist attack on department store, six injured and one dead, may be a hate crime"

Mutant Sympathizers Targeted: Victim Asks 'Who Can Protect Me'

"Reptile" girl found dead three days ago, body dumped in zoo

Every story here.

Each plate represents the loss of a living life... the one who dies is his compatriots.

Mutant.

The kind that should have been protected by Magneto, his trusted king.

And those damn killers.

Those who describe themselves as purifiers, but in Max Eisenhardt's view, they simply ignore human rights and wish the world would be in turmoil and full of crazy troublemakers.

"Huh~"

Remembering the painful memories, Max Eisenhart took a deep breath slowly.

Then he walked quickly to the board, and at the same time took out a detailed map of the entire city and began to compare them, trying to find out the trajectory of the so-called purifiers through this method.

"No, it's too messy."

"No matter how long I look here, it's still useless."

After a while, Max Eisenhart frowned, and the solemnity in his eyes flashed past.

But soon, he thought about all this, and then raised his brows slightly, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"My resources are so limited these days."

"I once created the most sophisticated communication system in the world, and now I'm struggling with a refurbished laptop and newspaper clippings."

"But... I may have regressed... I was several steps ahead of a lot of guys who were interested in me, like... like S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Until now they've only been broadcasting fake news in the news media, such as anti-mutant crimes, trying to lure snakes out of their holes."

"They forget who their opponent is."

"They have forgotten how many tragedies I have seen, how many terrorist attacks, it is enough to make it impossible for me to take their tricks as real."

"It's just a matter of time before I strike a target that will make me worth their all."

"Besides, their connection is too weak, because the dispersion is very sparse, and they simply don't have the manpower to forge such a huge hatred."

Max Eisenhardt talking to himself.

The blue iron nail floating in mid-air behind him slammed into the paper-cut in front of him, and the title was written in bold black font.

Another mutant crime.

"Murderer surrenders to authorities, homeless man claims responsibility for three murders"

interesting.

Is it another game by S.H.I.E.L.D.? !

More and more of these things are happening, they are forcing me to make choices.

"But……"

"If I turn a blind eye, if I don't step into their trap, it's not going to be fun."

There was a smile on Max Eisenhart's face, and that wasn't a kind smile.

It is the breath of bloodthirsty and killing.

...

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s space carrier.

The change of time and space is really wonderful, this time and space node locked by pioneer technology!

Peggy Carter!

The female bureau chief wearing a black blindfold was sitting on a chair, frowning and listening to the reports of her subordinates.

Magneto.

Synonymous with trouble.

Now Magneto doesn’t know where he is hiding. Almost all the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. have been dispatched to various cities and regions, trying to find this “source of trouble” in the shortest possible time. ".

even.

The director also deliberately contacted many major international media, and even TV stations produced all kinds of fake news about mutants overnight.

Peggy Carter is well aware of the evils of human nature.

Such as irritability, such as venting anger, these are good starting points.

As long as he tried his best to provoke Magneto's anger to the highest level, then this man would definitely not be patient and would definitely attack.

And the moment he shot.

The S.H.I.E.L.D.'s abnormal warning radar system will be triggered to quickly locate it, and then dispatch the combat team on call at any time and the nearest agents to rush to the location of the location.

The coverage plan, like a net of heaven and earth, began to operate secretly, and they only had one goal, that is to capture Magneto!

certainly.

As a qualified bureau chief, it is natural not to favor one over another.

At the same time, the development of the situation in New York is also within the scope of observation of the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Spider Woman!

And lizardmen!

They started the fight in the heart of New York City.

Fortunately, the local police station in New York has already been dispatched, and she also sent a special operations team to go there, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

Peggy Carter thought secretly in her heart.

...

Paradise Hills, California.

Driving a blue and white second-hand off-road vehicle, driving slowly on the empty avenue.

Max Eisenhart put on a long black trench coat with his fur collar turned up, and he looked quite energetic.

"It's taken me a little longer to get here than I'm used to, but I'm running under radar anyway."

Tapping the steering wheel in front of him with a curled index finger, Max Eisenhart looked at the surveillance camera on the street lamp, and somehow thought of something.

"And the last time I flew long distance, I flew 300 miles past my destination, and for the next week, I was a little bit tired."

While muttering to himself, Max Eisenhart slammed on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road.

His eyes fell on the newspaper building not far away!

"Clarion's Paradise Daily"

It was this newspaper that published the news that the serial murderer had been arrested.

The outcome of a murder case involving mutants.

Max Eisenhart put his hands in his pockets, entered from the main entrance, and walked around the newspaper office lobby briefly.

Without doing any other actions, he went out and returned to the driver's seat of the car, rubbing his chin thoughtfully and saying.

"This newspaper ... and the prayers for the murders are like a chain of crumbs to a man who knows what he is looking for, three murders."

"No, it should be said to be three crimes against mutants. It's as simple as a child's connecting game, isn't it?"

When he said this, Max Eisenhart shrugged his shoulders, obviously feeling a little staggered by some people's IQ.

All right.

He was really not sure.

Why did that guy's IQ suddenly drop to such a level? Do you really think that this kind of kid's trick can fool yourself? !

I don't know whether to say it is pitiful or ridiculous.

"SHIELD."

"Simple-minded as always, or are they too smart?!"

"Such overwhelming news, knowing that I will find out it is false, but still trying to irritate me in this way."

"oh……"

Max Eisenhart was talking to himself, but in fact the murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger the more he said it.

"You've succeeded. Small tricks always pay off."

"I'm about to lose control. After all, I'm like a devil... I won't let go of the soul I sent to my door by courting death."