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

"Natasha, you..."

Captain Steve and Hawkeye Clinton opened their mouths to greet Natasha, but after seeing Natasha's bruised and swollen face, disheveled hair, and the look of dozens of lionesses in her eyes, they silently swallowed their words.

As for nonsense like "How did you get arrested too?", that goes without saying.

"This is a big problem."

The captain and Hawkeye exchanged a glance, both sensing that something was terribly wrong.

Thor is still out of contact, Hulk is acting crazy somewhere, Tony's armor is still under development, and Natasha has been captured. The Avengers have been completely defeated by mutants.

In addition, Magneto plans to spread fear by using the heads of Women's Federation members at the presidential inauguration ceremony. Originally, it was only Captain America and Hawkeye, but now Black Widow's head has also been added.

"Hopefully Tony can make it in time."

Iron Man became the last hope, and rightly so, this cynical playboy always manages to come up with a solution.

Tony Stark, always trustworthy.

Although the captain and Hawkeye were uneasy, they were not yet in complete despair.

But the next second, they were completely desperate.

"Guys, it's time to hit the road."

Several mutants walked over expressionlessly, in pairs, and carried away Captain and Hawkeye, who were bound together like cocoons with ropes.

"Homelander is out there, he will come to save us."

Natasha had just arrived and hadn't yet been properly tied up. Without the mutants urging her, she consciously followed Captain America and Hawkeye, secretly conveying information to them using lip reading.

Are you sure?

Captain America and Hawkeye weren't as optimistic as Natasha. Homelander talked about joining the Avengers, but he'd never even been to the Avengers headquarters, making it hard to have any expectations.

"You don't understand."

Natasha returned a faint look.

Natasha can't say for sure, but Gray will definitely come to save her in the end, or at least he won't watch her die. Physical intimacy is the best way to enhance mutual understanding. Even though Gray occasionally shows a crazy and violent side, the look in his eyes when he likes someone is impossible to hide.

More accurately, he would try every means to get his hands on things he liked, and then treasure them like precious gems, like a greedy and lustful dragon.

The journey to the execution platform was quite long, so Magneto chose the Pentagon in Arlington as the location. This historic moment did not take place at the White House, not because the president lacked prestige, but because the Secretary of Defense was too indecisive.

He devoted himself to the oppression and research of mutants for thirty years, working tirelessly until Magneto had no choice but to cut off his head as a tribute to the spirits of his compatriots.

"Emma, ​​can your psychic powers control Homelander?"

In the central garden of the Pentagon, Magneto exudes a powerful magnetic field, and countless metals converge and deform under his control, instantly forming a magnificent podium.

The thought of the upcoming inauguration ceremony caused Magneto's weathered face to tremble slightly.

From youth to old age, he harbored the dream of mutants dominating the world, and fought tirelessly throughout the long years, spending countless years in prison.

Now, the dream is finally within reach, and the era of mutant rule is about to begin.

"I have no idea."

A large Becken Bear plush toy standing nearby slowly shook its head.

"Emma, ​​are you cold?" Magneto asked, looking her up and down with a puzzled expression. "Why are you dressed like this? As one of the most outstanding mutants, you should be dressed up. You know, the inauguration ceremony is very important. I will introduce you to everyone in a grand manner, a powerful, beautiful, and extremely intelligent mutant leader."

In Magneto's grand plan, Emma plays a crucial role, and he intends to appoint her as vice president to assist him in managing the country.

Of course, Emma is still young, and he is too old to handle anything too complicated.

No problem, I'll use my mental powers to control inferior humans and make them dry and crippled 24/7.

"A mutant leader?" Emma shook her head and said, "Mr. Eric, thank you for your kindness, but I can't be a leader. I don't have that kind of talent. If I hadn't awakened my superpowers, I probably wouldn't have even been able to get into college."

"No, Emma, ​​you're wrong."

Magneto spread his hands, gesturing for Emma to look around, to see the Pentagon so easily breached by mutants: "Your talent is unparalleled. Ordinary people think about trivial things like going to school and working, but you should be thinking about how to change the world! How to make ordinary humans willingly serve mutants like slaves!"

Emma pursed her lips and remained silent.

Magneto is too radical and goes against her ideas. Trying to talk to him will only escalate the conflict, so she might as well remain silent.

As for whether she could control Homelander, she really didn't know and didn't want to know.

To control a person's mind, you must first establish a mental connection. The minds of the Chinese people are simply too dark to bear.

Forget about controlling it, just hearing the name of Homelander makes Emma tense and makes it hard for her to concentrate.

She knew she was probably sick; she had developed homeland phobia.

"Emma, ​​are you alright?"

Raven walked over with a worried look on his face.

It took a long time to persuade Emma to go out, but now she's suddenly acting up again, squatting under a banyan tree, her furry back looking lonely and pitiful, muttering something to herself.

"Almighty God, I pray to you in this chaotic world, asking that you grant me inner peace, so that when I face my fellow countrymen, I may hold fast to my faith, muster my courage, and not be overwhelmed by fear and anxiety, Amen..."

? ?

Raven opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

At first, she thought Emma was just frightened and therefore a little anxious, with a slight tendency toward autism, and that her condition was not nearly as serious as it is now.

I don't know what happened today, but my condition suddenly worsened. Not only did I try to comfort myself, but I also resorted to religious brainwashing. I was just trying to convince myself.

"What's wrong with you? So you can't control me after all? You made me hesitate for ages before coming over. You're such a little rascal!"

A terrifying chill instantly crept up Raven's back; she could feel the hairs on her body stand on end. Resisting the urge to turn around, and trying to appear as harmless as possible, she calmly asked, "Homelander?"

"Hi."

Gray casually patted Raven's shapely buttocks as a greeting, then walked over to Emma, ​​squatted down, tilted his head, and said, "Little sister, listen carefully. Violating personal privacy is an extremely immoral and illegal act. You've gotten yourself into big trouble, you know? Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"

"..."

Emma couldn't speak, her body trembling slightly. She held her head tightly in her hands, burying her face deep in the fluffy cotton, as if that would keep her homeland away.

Even without looking, Emma could clearly feel a pair of eyes filled with desire staring intently at her, making her feel almost suffocated.

"If you don't speak, I'll take that as a confession. So, I won't make things difficult for you, just two punishments. First, you're mine from now on. Second, protect me from mental attacks. If you don't agree, I'll chop up your sister Raven and then slaughter every mutant in Washington." Gray finished speaking, stood up, and gently stroked Emma's fluffy head like petting a pet, urging, "What are you waiting for? Nod."

Emma nodded hastily.

Raven, who was standing nearby, witnessed the whole scene and felt her blood freeze. She knew that things were heading in the worst possible direction.