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"Be on guard! Be on guard! Hurry!"

"God, where did he get that metal from?!"

The soldiers here started shouting.

However, the next second their bodies were pierced through.

Before he died.

They finally understood why the whole world feared this small, elderly man.

With just a tiny bit of metal, this old man could slaughter an entire army.

"The one I lost to was never humanity, but Charles." Magneto stood on metal, levitating in the air.

Several metal spheres, as if under the control of an arm, slaughtered everyone in the prison.

"It's time to go out."

Magneto had a sudden thought.

They tore the prison apart and landed on the ground.

He took a deep breath, feeling refreshed.

“The taste of freedom.”

“Eric.” A woman with a slender figure and covered in blue scales walked over.

Golden pupils, gleaming with an alluring light.

Magneto turned his head, looked at the familiar figure, and smiled slightly: "Raven, I knew it, it was you who saved me."

"However, I didn't expect you to be so fast."

Mystique was somewhat excited when she saw the leader, but being in her fifties, she quickly regained her composure.

"This rescue plan was indeed rushed, but there was no other way. Something big had happened outside, and the Brotherhood of Mutants needed your leadership."

Magneto pondered for a moment: "I already know a little about the mutant assassination attempt on the president."

"Now, those damned humans will probably find an excuse to wipe us out."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

It differs from Professor X's philosophy of peaceful coexistence.

Magneto's doctrine is that only one of the mutants or the humans can survive.

“There’s something else, related to our old friend,” Mystique said after a moment of silence.

"The X-Men made a high-profile appearance some time ago, entering the public eye."

"And it has received support from many people."

"I suspect this might be the reason someone framed the mutant."

"The X-Men are standing in front of the public..." Magneto frowned in thought.

He is only interested in Professor X.

Even something as important as assassinating the president was unimportant to him.

"Such a high-profile display is not like Charles's style."

As an adversary he had fought for most of his life, he knew Professor X better than anyone else.

That mild-mannered personality.

And their conservative and stubborn minds are simply infuriating.

For so many years, he has been trying to persuade Professor X.

After all, two people working together could definitely wipe out humanity.

But it has never succeeded.

Differences in philosophies.

This turned the two from friends into enemies.

Now, after being released from prison, you say Professor X has changed.

He found it a little hard to accept.

This feeling is like having admired a goddess for years, only to suddenly find out you want to be together.

Absolutely tasteless!

"Was he influenced by someone, or did he come to his own senses?" Magneto murmured, though deep down he leaned more towards the former.

"It seems this method is effective, which is why someone would attempt to assassinate the president."

"So, what exactly did they do to gain human support?"

Magneto's eyes were filled with curiosity.

Humans deeply resent mutants.

As a victim, he was acutely aware of this.

How can this seemingly irreconcilable conflict between the two sides be eased?

Even with his intelligence, he couldn't figure it out.

Without a word, Mystique took out her phone and played several videos.

It's all about the X-Men doing trivial things.

Repairing roofs, giving bread to homeless people, and helping little girls find their cats.

"Watfuck!" Magneto exclaimed in disbelief.

"This kind of thing can actually win people's favor?"

Incomprehensible, completely incomprehensible.

They did not save the world, nor did they accomplish anything extraordinary.

They were all trivial matters.

The only thing that caught my eye was the piano.

Fake!

This is what and what.

Magneto looked completely bewildered.

How many months or decades did I spend in prison?

The world is changing too fast.

“They help ordinary people, they go down the grassroots level, which is something we never considered,” Mystique explained from the side.

Magneto remained silent.

He still couldn't understand.

After a long while, he finally spoke softly.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, there was a policeman named Lynn who killed the deputy director of the Sentinel Service in front of everyone for the sake of a mutant girl."

Mystique quickly recounted what had happened.

Magneto's eyes showed some shock.

Killing the deputy director of the Special Service in the street is tantamount to going against the United States.

The key was to save a mutant little girl.

"I never imagined so many things would happen recently!"

“Yes, that’s why we need you.” Mystique gave a bitter smile.

Times are changing too fast.

The various things were intertwined, making her feel flustered.

"Notify the members of the Brotherhood of Mutants to assemble!" Magneto slowly stood up.

That slender body exuded a powerful aura that made it impossible to ignore.

Beneath his full head of silver hair, his sharp eyes were so striking that no one dared to look him in the eye.

Mystique was breathing rapidly.

The King of Mutants is back!

"I'm sorry to bother you."

A soft voice sounded, and a portal appeared.

A young boy slowly walked out.

Smiling.