American comic: Wanda starts off strong, becoming a hundred times stronger.

They also realized the huge business opportunities and traffic within it.

They all seemed to want to broadcast it.

the reason is simple.

What movie or news?

Is it more sensational than Tony Stark's livestream?

"Lynn, there are currently seven television channels and three media outlets that want to acquire broadcasting rights."

Tony began to speak.

“Great, that’s good.” Lynn’s eyes lit up; this was an unexpected delight.

This way, more people will see it.

Who is the real mastermind behind the assassination attempt on the president?

An assassination attempt on the president by one of the government's own people.

The more people know, the harder it is for governments to explain to the world's mutant population.

At that time, public sentiment will be agitated.

The easier it is to whitewash one's actions in killing Caesar.

Tony did not hesitate.

They directly agreed to the demands of the television station and the newspaper.

In S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury frowned.

"What is Tony up to, streaming at this hour?"

He didn't understand.

Even if they wanted to help Lynn, they would search the internet, investigate everything about mutants, and look for any clues.

How did the live stream start out of nowhere?!

"Chief, could we be wrong? Tony Stark and Lynn have a very ordinary relationship." Coulson paused for a moment before tentatively asking.

"After all, their collaboration was based on joining the Avengers."

"Now that Lynn has encountered this situation, it's impossible for him to join the Avengers."

"So, it's very possible that the two of them will become strangers again."

“Impossible, don’t forget.” “He’s not the type to meddle in other people’s business. The fact that he went to the police station to see Lynn before us means their relationship must be special.”

Fury rubbed his temples.

He couldn't understand how the two of them, who had only met a few times, could have such a deep bond.

But now, Tony is behaving very strangely.

It's a bit messy.

"It can't be that this was Lynn's idea, but what can you do with a live stream?"

Fury rubbed his dark scalp.

Vaguely.

He seems to have figured things out.

However, there are still problems that I haven't figured out.

Stark Tower.

“When I contact you, start your live stream.” Lynn stood up and downed her red wine in one gulp.

I don't like the taste, but it's expensive.

That one sip cost at least 300,000, in US dollars.

"Are you leaving?" Tony asked.

“Yes, there are still things to worry about.” Lynn stretched his arms.

He glanced at his phone; it was a message from Laser Eye.

Mystique has already made her move.

"He went to rescue Magneto, huh..." Lynn smiled. "Then I should hurry up and go too."

Lynn snapped her fingers.

Blink quickly spread his hands, and a purple portal appeared in the room.

The two walked away.

Tony was left marveling.

"I suddenly realized that this kind of mutation ability is much more useful than technology."

At least for now, we rely on technology.

They want to create this kind of portal.

Basically unlikely.

For a moment, he even had the idea of ​​researching mutant abilities.

"Fuck, what am I thinking?" Tony quickly stopped himself from thinking about it.

"Jarvis, I'm going to take a shower. Let me know when you start the live stream."

Yes, Mr. Stark!

An underground plastic prison.

Magneto's body and face were covered in scars.

But his expression remained calm throughout.

"This guy thinks he's Magneto, the one everyone fears."

"Heh, now he's just a useless old man. If it weren't for orders from above, I would have killed him."

Several soldiers, holding plastic guns, said disdainfully.

Every time they saw Magneto's arrogant and indifferent expression, they felt a surge of annoyance.

Oh shit!

You're here as a prisoner, not on vacation.

Therefore, they were very unhappy.

He also frequently greets Magneto with his fists.

"Dinner's ready, Eric." A fat prison guard walked in.

He was very happy because last night at the bar, a hot woman threw herself into his arms.

The only pity was that, for some reason, my alcohol tolerance was particularly low that day.

He got drunk after just one glass of wine.

This also meant he didn't remember what happened afterward, but it must have been a very wonderful experience.

“You seem to be in a very good mood.” Magneto smiled.

He had already sensed something unusual.

He smelled metal on the fat prison guard.

"Raven, did you come to save me?"

Magneto stood up.

"Sit down!" The fat prison guard looked somewhat nervous.

The shadow of a famous tree.

Even without metal here, Magneto is just an ordinary old man.

He was still instinctively afraid.

"NO!" Magneto resolutely refused.

With a gentle flick of the finger.

Iron elements were extracted from the fat prison guard's body.

Under Magneto's manipulation, these iron elements constantly changed shape.

Whoosh whoosh!

A series of whooshing sounds rang out.

Six iron balls shot out, piercing through the plastic.

"Fuck! He's out."