Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

"If Homelander can disregard the lives of 100,000 people, why can't I, Magneto?"

The elderly Eric Lansheer stood on a magnificent metal platform, his sharp gaze sweeping over the densely packed mutants below.

After days of careful planning, this old scoundrel who has been causing trouble for decades is now ready to get serious.

"Fellow countrymen!"

Eric squinted, raised his hands, and spoke in a deep, powerful voice, stirring the crowd: "For so long, how much injustice have we suffered? Humanity fears us, oppresses us, and treats us as outsiders! They rob us of our freedom and trample on our dignity like ants!"

His emaciated body was slightly hunched, his fists were clenched tightly, his voice was mournful and hoarse, and the wrinkles on his face were like a cracked riverbed, trembling violently with grief and indignation.

"We've endured for so long, and made so many concessions, yet humanity is still not satisfied. They intend to exterminate us. Can we continue to tolerate this? No, I have reached my limit!"

A commotion immediately arose in the crowd, and anger and resentment began to spread, with low curses and shouts rising and falling.

Magneto composed himself, waiting for morale to reach its peak. Then, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed into the distance: "Look at that White House! It's the center of human power, and the source of oppression for our race. That extremely evil Homelander, who disregarded the lives of 100,000 people, was not only not ostracized, but instead gained the worship and respect of humanity. How ironic!"

And what about us? Why should we be allowed to be slaughtered? Today, we will show humanity that the power of mutants is not to be underestimated! We are no longer weaklings to be bullied at will!

"Our families struggle to survive amidst human discrimination. Our friends are cruelly persecuted for displaying their abilities. Our patience has reached its limit!"

Eric's eyes burned with rage, his voice growing increasingly impassioned and frenzied. He wildly swung his withered, bony hands, roaring like a madman, "Today, mutants must take up arms and fight for themselves! For the future of our entire race! Storm the White House, kill the president, slaughter 100,000! Let humanity hear our roar, let them see our power! From this day forward, mutants will control their own destiny!"

Suddenly, the audience fell silent, then erupted in deafening cheers.

"Slaughtering humanity!"

"Storm the White House!!"

"Mutants, never slaves!!!"

Magneto's expression was cold and stern as his body slowly floated into the air. Then, a tooth-grinding "hissing" sound rang out, and the huge metal beneath his feet seemed to come alive, twisting, deforming, and falling apart.

Under the control of an invisible force, the broken metal fragments broke free from the constraints of gravity and surged into the air.

They collided and rubbed against each other, scattering countless sparks. In the blink of an eye, these fragments coalesced into a massive, dark steel tornado that swept towards Washington.

Upon closer inspection, one can vaguely discern the silhouettes of a train's long, narrow body, a ferry's wide deck, an airplane's outstretched tail, a tank's sturdy turret, and even an aircraft carrier's massive hull from these chaotic fragments.

Magneto stood atop the dragon's head, surveying all directions with disdain.

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"Wow!" Gray exclaimed.

The images playing on the computer screen were a hundred times more exciting and passionate than politicians campaigning for votes.

That's right, Magneto is live-streaming, openly declaring war on the whole world!

He rode a metal monster several kilometers long, reigning supreme over the White House with an absolutely invincible presence.

The action was exceptionally swift; in less than ten minutes, the entire city of Washington was plunged into chaos. Even from over 300 kilometers away, Gray could hear countless cries and screams.

"It's fine to shout, but using me as an analogy is a bit inappropriate."

Gray was somewhat dissatisfied with Magneto for infringing on his reputation and using his influence to defeat him. He thought this shameless behavior was no different from robbery.

"The entire Avengers are assembling? Okay, okay, I got it. I'll go as soon as I have time in a few days!" Gray rolled his eyes and pursed his lips, casually tossing his phone into the trash can. Natasha's voice on the other end sounded a bit fierce, and he didn't want to listen.

"Gray, something terrible has happened!"

Jessica and Gwen searched together for a long time before finally finding Gray in a nearby internet cafe.

The mutants' sudden takeover of Washington was a bombshell, and Gwen's birthday party was naturally ruined. Neither of them was in the mood to argue with Gray; they just hoped he could do something to help.

Gwen's expression was solemn, and her words were concise and powerful: "Your abilities are outstanding. Come with me to Washington."

She knew that it would be difficult for an individual to fight against a large number of mutants. In the interaction under the table just now, she had kicked Gray in the groin at least a hundred times, but Gray was unharmed, which showed how strong she was.

"Should I go too?" Jessica asked, her little hands clenched tightly, looking hesitant.

If it were a small-scale terrorist attack against the government like in the past, she wouldn't have taken it seriously. But this time it's different. Magneto plans to follow Homelander's example and livestream the massacre of 100,000 people.

"You can go if you want, I don't want to go anyway." Gray waved his hand, indicating that the two of them should stop getting in the way.

Why aren't you going?

Gwen looked puzzled. In her opinion, there was no reason for a righteous person like Grey to stand idly by.

Jessica peeked at the computer screen and gave a knowing look.

"Of course I have more important things to do." Gray stared intently at the computer screen, and seeing the two still standing there motionless, he became a little impatient: "Time is life. Magneto just dropped hundreds of bombs to clear the area. If you delay any longer, all the innocent civilians over there will die."

Upon hearing this, both of them were jolted. Gwen couldn't help but mutter a curse under her breath, "That damn Magneto is even worse than Homelander!"

You can curse all you want, but why drag me into it?

Watch out, this little one and Jessica are teaming up to rip you off at the supermarket!

Gray thought to himself, a wicked smile creeping onto his lips.

His malicious gaze secretly swept over Gwen and Jessica's voluptuous and toned bodies, instantly conjuring up over 500GB of inappropriate content in his mind, making him feel as refreshed as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit.

Gwen shivered involuntarily, and for some reason, she suddenly felt a chill on her face, and goosebumps rose on her arms.

"Fine, if he's not going, Gwen, I'll go with you!"

Jessica seemed to sense something, her expression changed slightly, and she quickly grabbed Gwen's small hand and fled the internet cafe as if she were escaping.

After the two left, Gray stood up, stretched comfortably, and muttered to himself, "It's time to find my sisters a more spacious and nicer home. With Magneto helping to cover for me and drawing all the world's hatred away, I can just sneak off and take over some territory. Nobody should notice, right?"