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What did Duval do to become such a powerful life form? This is simply a modern version of the Treasure Island story.

Magneto couldn't help but look back again, and saw the outline of a magnificent building. He felt his blood pressure soaring, and forced his head to turn around and disappeared in the distance.

He sensed Professor X's life magnetic field, looked up at the sky, crushed several surveillance satellites in outer space, and found Professor X and others in a mountain stronghold.

"Eric, it's a good thing you're back, otherwise we would all think you were controlled by Duva." The four thousand year old Red Devil looked at Magneto and let out a low, malicious laugh.

As a demonic mutant, he loves to have fun the most. As for the career of mutants, it is secondary to him. After all, no matter how powerful Magneto is, can he be stronger than Apocalypse back then?

"Asazzo, you should brush your teeth and clean your mouth, otherwise how could you say such things." Mystique looked at the Red Devil with disgust. She once gave birth to a child with this red-skinned man, the Blue Devil.

There is also an alien hatchling in Mystique Raven's body. When Magneto approaches, her expression becomes extremely interesting because she senses the presence of another alien from Magneto.

The Red Devil chuckled and said, "We can be sure of one good thing, that is, Eric's brain is fine now and he won't go crazy again."

"This is Stryker's conspiracy. His son is a very powerful mutant who bypassed your defenses and stimulated my brain."

Magneto glanced at Mystique, then walked past her and came to the unconscious Professor X.

Wolverine wanted to step forward to stop this dangerous man, but Magneto just raised his hand and waved Wolverine, whose whole body was made of metal skeleton, and threw him dozens of meters away.

"Charles still hasn't woken up?" Magneto's face looked very bad, but he found that Professor X's face looked even worse, no different from an ordinary human old man suffering from illness.

Professor X is still a mortal after all, and this time there was something wrong with his brain, causing serious damage to his body.

"Almost. It's getting better." Jean stood beside Professor X, expressionless.

Magneto looked at Jean Grey in surprise, and keenly felt that there was something wrong with the doctor's expression, she was too calm, and suspected that the Dark Phoenix power in her body was about to awaken. However, as he had just gone crazy not long ago, it seemed that he had no right to blame Jean.

"When Charles wakes up, I will let him have a good talk with you. It would be best if he could help you stimulate your potential as soon as possible." Magneto said.

Facing everyone's puzzled looks, Jean Grey gently shook her head.

Cyclops kept his fingers on his temples, ready to fire heat vision at Magneto at any time, and said: "You are now the most terrible terrorist in the world, the culprit who has killed countless people. Don't expect us to regard you as a friend."

"Friends? I just heard Duval say this nonsense, and it makes me sick." Magneto felt the throbbing in his chest and his face became even uglier. "After Charles wakes up, the Brotherhood and the X-Men will officially merge, and we will join forces to find Stryker and then kill him."

"Aren't you afraid of being controlled by Stryker again?" The Red Devil said with a teasing look on his face. He enjoyed watching the fun. Anyway, he had a long life and the ability to teleport. If he really met a strong enemy, he could escape to the other side of the earth in an instant, and then survive for hundreds or thousands of years, outlasting the enemy, and then come out alive and kicking again.

"The Master of Illusion is dead. I don't believe Stryker has a second mutant who can create illusions. Even if there is..." Magneto frowned and hesitated to speak.

Except for Mystique, everyone else looked at him in confusion, becoming alert and suspecting that Magneto had fallen into that crazy state again, but fortunately that was not the case.

"Rest for another day, Asarzo, and bring some of the brothers and sisters from the Brotherhood here, the strong ones, and bring some food and water." Magneto ordered.

The Red Devil was dressed in a suit and bowed elegantly: "I am willing to serve you, Leader."

After saying this, he turned into smoke and disappeared.

They were waiting, but someone was busy.

"Damn it, Magneto destroyed the satellite and caused at least another 100 million dollars in damage!"

"He looks very angry, and his energy index remains at a high level, about 30% of what it was in Westchester!"

"Ha, how ironic! What is this? The anger of a murderer? Unless he goes crazy again and massacres hundreds of thousands of people! What we should care about is whether he is controlled by Duva! If so, has he broken up with Duva? Has he fought with Duva? Why build a house for Duva?"

"Dova transformed a thief like Robert Reynolds into an extremely terrifying host. Even if we can get rid of Reynolds with a public opinion offensive, we still have to face the alien that burst out of his chest."

Reynolds is a human after all, but if the alien in his body breaks out of his chest, you can imagine that the alien will be much more difficult to deal with and will have no weaknesses.

Countless people are eager to learn Dua's method. They also want to control a powerful individual like the Sentinel, but unfortunately, they don't know that the miracle of the Sentinel cannot be copied.

Fury was overwhelmed, looking at the piles of documents on hand and the constant calls of inquiries.

The Battle of Westchester greatly shocked the world. The deaths of hundreds of thousands of people were just the destruction caused by the battle between two superhumans.

This exposed the power of superhumans directly to the world, and many people realized for the first time that when superhumans at the top level use their full strength, the consequences are no less than a large-scale war.

This is just a battle. What if there really is a guy with great power and the intention to destroy the world?

This kind of person is completely a humanoid self-propelled nuclear warhead, but he is much more flexible than a nuclear warhead and can be reused!

The status of S.H.I.E.L.D. has been greatly improved in a very short period of time. They can give money and people to people with only one goal: to train their own superhumans who can also defeat Magneto!

Fury looked at this request with a frown on his face. These guys were really daydreaming.

How many guys of the level of Sentinels and Magneto are there in the world? If there were a lot of them, they would have killed Magneto long ago.

"Strength, strength, how could I not know that this thing is important? But mastering the power of Magneto's level and cultivating the next Robert Reynolds is not that easy." Fury had a cold face, under tremendous pressure.

He played the recorded footage of the battle between the Sentinel and Magneto over and over again. Although there were always huge dust, dark clouds, and shock waves in the footage, which occasionally blocked the satellite's footage, even so, he could feel the horror and danger of this battle.

This war destroyed global rules and standards, raised the standard of "safety" to an unlimited level, and shattered the three views of hundreds of millions of people.

"Duwa is an absolute exception. I have been looking through historical records and have not found another person like Duwa. He rose too fast, and his power accumulation was too amazing. He always strikes from unpredictable angles."

Coulson came with a new stack of documents, put them in front of Fury, and said, "However, we can be optimistic. Magneto may not be parasitized by Duval."

"How can we be sure, Coulson? Find Magneto and let him bleed to see if it's corrosive?" Fury shook his head.

Coulson stared at the man in front of him. If he remembered correctly, Fury was much older than Magneto. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't think so. Magneto did not return to the Brotherhood. Instead, he went to find Professor X. The great union of mutants is an inevitable trend. We have no ability to stop it. We can only find a way to stir up conflicts among them to complete their dismemberment."

SHIELD has no way to deal with people like Magneto, even though they know that Magneto is the culprit responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people. But what can they do? Continue to issue higher-level wanted warrants, such as adding a color wanted warrant to the red wanted warrant?

Don't be ridiculous. There are so many wanted documents related to Magneto that they can be piled up from the earth to the moon, but no one really takes them seriously.

"I have new discoveries about why Magneto went crazy."

Coulson pulled out two documents and placed them in front of Fury.

The first document details Stryker's actions in organizing an army to attack Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

"What's interesting is the second file. Stryker once had a happy family, a beautiful wife and an excellent son, until a terrible fire occurred. The cause has not been found to this day. His wife died tragically and his son disappeared, at least from the population records."

Fury immediately understood what Coulson meant: "But when the firefighters arrived at the scene, they didn't see any flames. You mean, Stryker's son?"

"Many people have speculated that Stryker's son was a mutant who awakened his abilities and caused this tragedy, but after so many years, no one mentioned this matter anymore. Until Stryker attacked Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and Magneto went crazy for no apparent reason, I thought his missing son was the reason."

"Has his son Jason Stryker been found?"

"We couldn't even find the body. Perhaps it was destroyed along with Westchester. People who are good at mind manipulation generally don't have strong physical fitness."

Coulson tapped on the electronic device and opened a virtual screen: it was a world map with sporadic red dots flashing on it, and most of the red dots were concentrated on the American continent.

"The aliens are tending to gather continuously. I originally thought that they would intensify their revenge on the black magician, but now it seems that is not the case. Duval is willing to go to war with the military to get rid of Stryker. Do we need to notify Stryker?" Coulson asked.

Fury shook his head slowly: "No, the mutants and Duvall both want him dead, so let him die."

"I understand. This is the fate of adventurers. The few who succeed enjoy flowers and applause, but many more serve as cornerstones and die silently." Coulson showed a look of understanding.

"Oh, maybe Stryker should feel relieved, because he is destined not to die quietly, but with great fanfare and fanfare."

Stryker was beyond saving, but Fury valued the valuable information he possessed.

He sent a letter to Stryker, bluntly asking for all of Stryker's scientific research results and promising to avenge Stryker. Of course, the agent's promise was worthless and he just listened to it.

"Coulson, the fact that you can appear in front of me means that you already have a plan in mind, right? I want to hear it." Fury stared at the gentle man in front of him with his ferocious one eye.

Coulson flipped through the pile of documents and smiled. "Yes, Boss, I am indeed prepared. I have at least three plans to deal with Duval's threat."

"I think it's not a trick for us to ask for peace with him. We are S.H.I.E.L.D., a large organization. We cannot bow to a superhuman who relies on emotions and moods to vent his power. This will be a disaster for the world."

Institutions are more reliable than moody individuals. This is Nick Fury's logic. Institutions are the sum of a group of people and can always make wise decisions, but individuals cannot. One day they may be in a bad mood and feel that their dignity is offended, and then they may rely on their own strength to start killing, which is an unstable factor for global stability.

Coulson pointed at the many red dots on the screen and said confidently, "The first plan is to activate the Master Model Plan! This plan takes into account Duvall himself, as well as a large number of aliens and mutants."

"For the second option, I have found a powerful ally with special psychic abilities. He will permanently resolve Duval's control over the aliens and even transform the aliens' power into power controlled by SHIELD. Even the Sentinels will theoretically be affected by the aliens in their bodies."

Special psychic abilities?

Fury was very interested. He was keenly aware that this might be a very targeted psychic power. For example, it might work specifically against non-human creatures like aliens?

"The third plan, the black dragon..." Coulson suddenly lowered his voice.

Fury recalled the painful past.

"I'm in charge of the Master Model Project, which is to build a super arsenal at the edge of the sun. This was originally the ultimate solution to deal with mutants, but I didn't expect that the aliens would be among the hunting targets."

Fury looked at Coulson with admiration. This man was smart and capable. "You will be responsible for executing the second plan. If there is progress, you will be a level 10 agent. Then you should also know that you must find a way to control your allies. I don't want another Dewar to appear."

Coulson understood.

"We have a chance to see SHIELD recruit all the aliens. I feel gratified when I think of this scene. The safety of the Earth will be guaranteed to the greatest extent." Coulson's face was full of longing.

……

Suburbs of New York City.

This is a 620-meter-high, 120-story super building, like a sword pointing straight to the sky, shining brightly under the sunlight.

It can really be said that it rose from the ground.

The entire construction process was recorded in full, but no one can replicate it.

After all, this is a building built by Magneto. Could it be that they would send a subordinate to knock Magneto down and capture him like Duval did?

But letting Magneto build buildings is an operation that seems incredible no matter how you look at it.

Outside the building, there were constantly fearless people coming here, a few of them were crazy reporters, but most of them were fanatical crowds.

They admired Duva's strength and were stimulated by the Battle of Westchester to try to get their hands on power and become superhumans.

In this world, is there anyone more trustworthy than Dua?

"Where's the alien master? Which floor is he on? I think I saw him!"

"What? Alien Master? What a bad nickname. We all call him Brain Devil on the Internet! Listen, Brain Devil! He is the leader of the alien army, the devil who controls monsters and hunts monsters. You don't believe in the existence of vampires in the world, but I do. It was Duva who killed all the vampires and protected our night."

"Shut up. As far as I can remember, he has never publicly responded to online arguments or disputes, let alone announced what nickname he approves of!"

"Great Duva, perfect alien, ah, I tremble all over when I think of the alien's figure, I can't even stand steadily... Let me become one of the aliens!"

"The kind that breaks the chest?"

"No, of course not. Damn it, why would you want your chest to be broken? You should be like the sentinel. Look, the golden figure flying out of the building, isn't that the sentinel? Here he comes! ... and then flies back."

"It flew out again!"

"I am a survivor from Westchester. I am eager to join the Alien Corps. I have a strong enough body to carry the great Alien! I want to have a powerful force to protect my family!"

More and more people gathered around. Seeing that Dua did not react, and the aliens that occasionally flashed around the building did not attack the crowd a hundred meters away, some people shouted fanatically, and soon the police arrived and set up a cordon.

"These idiots, if we don't stop them, they will rush over and be torn to pieces by the aliens without mercy!" a policeman complained.

George Stacy, who had just been promoted to director, said in a deep voice: "They are frightened and will follow their instinct to seek a sense of security. In the whole of New York, is there any place safer than here? Even the strong man who defeated Magneto was Duval's man. Magneto even built a base for Duval."

That's right, George got promoted again. The brave former director was affected by the Battle of Westchester and his body was nowhere to be found. George Stacy, who had just been promoted to deputy director for two months, had to take office in tears.

"This world is really crazy. There were clearly two people who destroyed Westchester, but one turned out to be a criminal and the other was a hero." The police officer complained, "Then what should we do? What if Duva really selects people from these people?"

George Stacy also felt embarrassed. He knew the inside story and knew that Duva had been capturing vampires and sending them to the alien battlefield. This was an extremely crazy thing. It was foreseeable that if Duva really recruited people from ordinary people, there was no doubt that they would be sent to fight the aliens.

On the top floor of the building, Duval looked up and gazed at the rising sun.

"Reynolds, stop flying around. I can hear the poor people below shouting themselves hoarse." Duval pointed to the sun in the sky. "Do you have any strange feelings?"

"I get so excited just to have their cheers and shouts." Reynolds didn't understand what Duva meant at all. He always wanted to fly in front of the crowd and enjoy their admiration.

Reynolds would only get angry and frustrated if some mortals ignored him, as he is a man who values ​​public support very much.

Duva didn't mind his addiction, he was completely accepting of this minor habit, he turned to look at Erica.

"I already know about your contact with the people of Kamar-Taj. There is no need to get too close to them, but you can cooperate in hunting down the black magician. Anyone who offends us will either be eliminated physically or captured and made one of us. However, the black magician is not qualified to be a host."

When Duva thought of Casillas, he felt that it would be better to kill this guy as soon as possible. Now was indeed a good opportunity.

"Casillas paid a price, and black magic cannot repair this price. Erica, when you really meet him, I will send Reynolds to help you. Make sure to kill this lackey of black magic."

Duva glanced at Erica's slowly growing shoulders. Dealing with a black magician would always be much more dangerous.

"I can go right now! I have super speed--" Reynolds became excited. He couldn't wait to find more enemies and then accept people's cheers.

Whenever Reynolds used his super hearing, he could hear countless prayers, many of which were from people who had lost their loved ones and friends in the battle of Westchester.

The deaths of hundreds of thousands of people were enough to plunge the city into long-lasting sorrow and fear.

Reynolds believed that at times like this, the great Sentinel was needed to come down in the sacred golden light and bring comfort to the world.

In particular, Reynolds realized that his master, Duval, was an extremely generous and magnanimous person who would never criticize him for his personal preferences and private affairs, which greatly boosted Reynolds' self-confidence.

Duva looked up and glanced at Reynolds: "If you rely on yourself, don't go. With your IQ, you will be exiled by Casillas in an instant. Your way of fighting is no secret."

“What should we do with those fanatical believers out there? They long to become your people and get strength and security from you,” Erica said.

At this time, Mr. Lan, who had been looking down at various experimental data, raised his head and said, "You can give them to me. I will conduct live experiments. They can be used in many projects, such as taking live larvae."

Duva ignored him.