Masked Rider from Marvel World

But the next moment, the smile on his face froze, because he was too familiar with the weapon in Ling Ge's hand.

The plastic pistol is carried by every guard in the prison where he is imprisoned. It is a weapon that can restrain his abilities.

"Have you been on guard against me from the very beginning?" Magneto's face was grim, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"Eh! You can't say that. After all, you have to be on guard against others!" Ling Ge waved his hands. You can't say that he prepared this trick because he was scared of being cheated by his acquaintances! But now it seems that it is better to be prepared!

"Hey! Raven, half a minute has passed, what are you still doing lying there?"

Mystique finally came to her senses and immediately dragged her lame leg away.

"Sorry!" Magneto whispered, slowly opening his right hand. The cars, railings, doors, windows and other iron-related things on the street began to shake under his control.

The onlookers who came to watch the excitement also fled in panic. This was simply a fight between gods, and it was better for mortals like them not to get involved.

Seeing this, Ling Ge had no intention of interrupting Magneto. It would be better to disperse these people to avoid hurting innocent people.

But when he saw those people holding cameras turning back to take pictures halfway through their run, he couldn't help but complain: Which is more important, news or life? How can they not distinguish the primary from the secondary?

In these ten seconds, Mystique had changed her clothes and turned into a lame old man. Just as she was about to blend into the crowd, a car flew towards her.

At the critical moment, she lunged forward and dodged, but then several cars hit her, and she definitely couldn't avoid them with her lame legs.

At this time, Lingge fired, and the plastic bullet shot at Magneto.

Naturally, he also noticed this, and immediately controlled a car to block in front of him. With a "bang", the bullet pierced through the windshield of the car and passed through Magneto's ear.

As his attention was diverted, the pressure on Mystique was much less, and she escaped the continuous bombing of vehicles.

"What a pity, it almost exploded in the head." Ling Ge said regretfully.

"Do you really want to kill me?"

"That's not the case, I won't kill you.

If you die, the future of this universe will lose a lot of fun, but I can still hurt you, and I won't have any psychological burden." Ling Ge said, then looked at Mystique and roared angrily, "What are you still standing there for, run!

This gun doesn't have many bullets. If you run out of bullets, you'll be at the mercy of others!"

"Then you must also have a chance to shoot." Magneto said coldly, and then he controlled more than ten cars, along with countless metal products, and smashed them towards Ling Ge. He took advantage of this time to control the remaining metal and smashed it towards Mystique.

"Oh my god!" Looking at the dark 'Iron Curtain' rushing towards him, Ling Ge's face also showed a trace of bitterness. Magneto really thinks highly of him.

In order to hold him back, 99.9% of the "ammunition" was used directly on him.

But this is still underestimating him. It may be difficult for ordinary people to avoid large-scale uncontrolled objects thrown from high altitudes, but it is not a problem for him.

Ling Ge did not hesitate and turned around decisively. In the first moment, he showed a running speed that was enough to break the world record and escaped amid countless bombardments.

When he looked back, Mystique had already blended into the crowd, still limping forward, while Magneto disappeared from his sight.

Just as Ling Ge was wondering where the people had gone, a gurgling sound of struggling came from a wishing well on the side.

The Beast was seen holding Magneto under the water, looking extremely bitter and resentful as if he wanted to drown him.

"Good fight." Ling Ge secretly gave Hank a thumbs up.

At this moment, the metal decorations in the wishing well seemed to come alive, wrapping around Hank's limbs and binding him in a big letter shape above the wishing well. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free from this posture which was not very harmful but extremely insulting.

Really handsome only lasts three seconds.

Without his obstruction, Magneto climbed out of the wishing well easily.

But Mystique had already escaped, and he could do nothing about not being able to find his target and betraying the "organization". He could only leave here in embarrassment and make other plans.

661. The Key to the Sentinel Project

"Tsk! You are basically no different from the monkeys in the zoo that are on display for everyone to see."

"I know, can you put me down first?" Hank said weakly.

"Of course." Ling Ge smiled and took out the Faiz pistol and switched it to single-shot mode.

The next moment, several red rays broke the iron bars that bound Hank's limbs.

puff!

Hank fell into the wishing well from mid-air, splashing a large amount of water.

"You should go back to school first! You are not fit to be seen on the street in this state."

Hank nodded silently and ran away quickly.

The beast had already shown up once. If he continued to stay there, someone would probably come with troops to capture him soon.

In the hotel, Logan was still confused like a mental patient under Charles's deception.

"What happened to him?" Ling Ge took off his mask and asked in surprise.

"How should I know? It's like he suddenly lost his memory. He almost stabbed me to death with one claw."

"Well, I guess it was stimulated by something. The consciousness transmitted from the future is a little unstable. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be fine after a while."

"What are you talking about? Why don't I understand anything?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Logan was in a trance. He rubbed his head with one hand and shook his head gently, "Professor."

"Ha!" Charles breathed a sigh of relief. "What happened to you just now?"

Logan thought of the younger version of Stryker and said through gritted teeth, “I met someone who will make me miserable in the future.

Where's Riven?"

"Run, we have to leave here as soon as possible." Charles said as he pulled Logan up and prepared to leave, but at this time an arm blocked his way.

Ling Ge pursed his lips and said, "Actually, there's no need to be so troublesome."

After saying that, a dimensional wall appeared outside the corridor.

"What is this?" Charles asked blankly.

"One of his abilities can be understood as a space portal." Logan said, and then looked at Ling Ge, "Didn't you say that abilities cannot be used casually?"

"I also said that as long as we don't get discovered, it'll be fine. The attack just now scared away everyone on this floor, and most importantly, there are no surveillance cameras here." Ling Ge explained impatiently, "You can go back to the mutant school by passing through it. Of course, if you want to take a plane back, that's not impossible."

"Of course, we use the dimensional wall." Logan said immediately.

"Wait." Charles suddenly asked, "What about Hank?"

Ling Ge was stunned for a moment. "I asked him to go back first. He will be my immediate superior in the future. I still trust him very much on this little matter."

...

The next morning.

As the morning news played, a familiar reporter appeared on the TV screen, "Yesterday, the peace summit was interrupted by the appearance of unidentified attackers the likes of which the world has never seen.

There was confusion across the country, with everyone asking where they came from and if they would ever come back.

The most important thing is whether they are friends or enemies..."

The politicians in the president's office all looked at the news with serious expressions, each of them remained silent.

"Can anyone tell me what this is all about?" the president asked.

The secretary placed Magneto's information on the desk and said, "Two days ago, a man named Eric Lancer escaped from the maximum security prison in the Ministry of Defense. We believe that this woman is Lancer's former helper. They were both in Cuba on the day of the crisis eleven years ago.

In addition, Lancer is suspected of assassinating the former president.”

"What about that monster?" the president asked, pointing at the beast on TV.

"We don't know what they are," one general said. "We know nothing about them, exactly."

"No, we know they are mutants." Trask stood up and walked to the TV, "This man can control metal. If I'm not mistaken, your weapons are all made of metal.

This woman can transform into anyone, a general, a secret agent, or even you, Mr. President.

If she wanted, she could walk into this office and order a nuclear attack."

Hearing this, everyone at the scene felt a chill down their spine. The threat from mutants skyrocketed at this moment.

Trask was very satisfied with everyone's expressions and continued, "I don't know much about this blue monster.

However, this man wearing a mask and sunglasses does not seem to be a mutant, and he saved my life in the conference room, so he should be on our side.

But what I find strange is that he seems to be very familiar with these mutants, and he may have been in contact with mutants for a longer time than all of us."

"You mean he's a key figure?" asked a senior secret agent.

"It can be said that if we can find him, we will have an advantage in dealing with mutants."

"But how do we find him?" The president said with a wry smile, "If you look at the news, you will know that this guy is wrapped up so tightly that even his eyes are not exposed. It is obvious that he does not want anyone to find him.

Besides, twelve hours have passed. If I were him, I would definitely run as far as I could.

It is simply unrealistic to find such a person under these circumstances.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ve seen his true face.

They could draw a portrait based on my instructions and send it to the CIA, and arrest me immediately once they get any information.

But try not to hurt him during the arrest. On the one hand, he is my lifesaver, and on the other hand, we just need him to provide some information about mutants, so it is better to be polite. "Trask said, smiling at a middle-aged man in the office, "I hope Mr. Director will give me this face."

"I understand," the CIA director said calmly, but his heart was a little bitter.

Trask said it was easy, but this man is not that easy to catch, let alone catch him without any harm, which is extremely difficult!

Apart from anything else, he was able to shoot the bullet out of Magneto's hand with a pistol from a distance of dozens of meters. There were only a few people in the CIA who had such marksmanship. Moreover, he was able to shoot decisively across a large crowd in that situation. His psychological quality was absolutely impeccable. What's more, Ling Ge's running speed also reflected his terrible physical fitness.

But he had no choice but to agree! Trask was the world's top weapon design expert, and his connections and influence were even more extensive than the president's.

The military is his staunch supporter, and there is more than one general sitting in this room. If they don't give face to Trask, the military will probably not give face to the CIA in the future.

However, it would be a great success if Ling Ge could be recruited into the CIA. He would be a king of agents without any training.

At this moment, Ling Ge suddenly felt a chill on his back and sneezed twice.

"Caught a cold?" Logan asked in surprise.

"Impossible, I definitely won't catch a cold with my physique.

Someone must be thinking about me behind my back. There is nothing I can do about it. After all, I am too good. "

Logan: ....

I shouldn't care about you at all.

...

boom! boom! boom!

The president tapped his desk a few times to draw everyone's attention back.

"Ahem! Dr. Trask and everyone here, I want to ask, do we have any countermeasures or defenses against mutants?"

"I've been waiting for you to ask this question!" Trask said with a smile, and then handed over the document recording the Sentinel Project.

"His project is still in the experimental stage and seriously violates regulations." A middle-aged congressman said in a low voice. He did not support the plan very much.

The president ignored him. The threat of mutants had already appeared. Why bother about whether it was against the rules at this time?

He flipped open the file and looked at the structural diagram of the Sentinel components. "Are you trying to tell me that these mutants are on the loose and our best defense is these metal robots?"

“Many mutants look similar to us, but my Sentinels can tell them apart.

I have eight prototypes built and ready to go, all made from a revolutionary polymer with no metal in them.”

The president looked at everyone in the office, then set his sights on Trask, "I want to hold an exhibition, I want to let the world know that we have the ability to protect everyone.

How much does it cost to get these robots up and running?"

Trask nodded and said, "I reported the amount to the parliament before, but unfortunately they voted it down."

After the words were spoken, several members of parliament in the room lowered their heads.

“It’ll cost a little more to get them moving.”

"Just speak up." The president said generously. As long as the threat of mutants can be eliminated, money is nothing.

"There's one more thing." Trask pointed at Mystique on the TV, "If I can catch them, I want her.

Of course it's for research purposes, I have a feeling she's the key to making the Sentinel perfect."

On the other side, Magneto, alone in a small room, carefully looked at the design drawings of the Sentinels he had snatched from the conference room, trying to analyze their structure.

But at this time, a piece of news broadcast on TV completely disrupted his thoughts.