"Hey, hey, have you had two hits. ”

As with the original plot, Magneto, who has evolved into a villain, relies on the magnetic field to hold a huge ring stand for watching baseball games towards the White House.

Feeling the 'disconnection' of the sentinels, a grim smile appeared on Magneto's face.

"It's a shame that the problem that could have been solved with bullets has to be done in a different way......"

Holding a stadium, Magneto's flight speed is really not fast, and a stadium floating in the air is so dazzling that unless the entire military and police in Washington are blind and deaf, they will not be aware of it.

There were already dozens of police cars on the ground chasing from all directions, but these police cars and the people sitting in these police cars were useless, and they couldn't put even the slightest obstacle on Magneto.

The only ones that could hold Magneto in his footsteps a little bit were a few military helicopters, but they all turned into fireballs after a slight delay in Magneto's time.

"It's party time, cheer!

The White House was already in sight, and Magneto looked at the green army on the ground, his eyes full of ice.

“Kogdong~！”

This man directly threw his borrowed 'fortress' towards the White House, as if he was playing with rings in an amusement park, but this time both the 'ring' and the 'prize' were magnified countless times.

"Pounds!"

An indescribably loud sound was made the moment the stands hit the ground.

The earth shuddered with an overwhelming blow from the blow.

Under Magneto's control, the White House was encircled into an isolated island, and the troops stationed near the White House suffered numerous casualties.

"Click!"

Magneto's troops on the ground have been on the offensive since Magneto appeared in mid-air, but they are using conventional weapons.

Magneto has always been dismissive of those metal warheads, and at that level, even his body can't get close.

But this time is different.

"Phew!"

Lifting that kind of heavyweight 'moving bunker' and flying so far, even Magneto in his true peak couldn't ignore such consumption, so after throwing out the 'ring', Magneto inevitably relented.

The consequence of this moment of relaxation was a blood flower that bloomed on Magneto's left arm.

"Ceramic?"

Hurriedly placing two iron plates in front of him, which had not been thrown out with the stands, Magneto painfully dug out shrapnel from his left arm.

He snorted, then extended his right hand to the area below that was surrounded by the stands.

The five fingers were spread out and clenched, and in an instant, all the metal products in the area were out of place, and began to run out of order and run chaotically.

Bullets, steel bars, key rings, cans, like a tornado of steel raging in the arena.

In just a few seconds, the world was silent.

"Who else?!"

Landing lightly, Magneto let the two iron plates that protected him in the air surround him like satellites, and with him wearing a helmet and a cloak, he looked like a Martian visitor.

Holding his injured left arm, Magneto looked at the corpse-strewn slaughter and asked.

This man has become Shura.

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"Trigger Quest: 'Fate'. ”

Just a minute or so before Magneto brought the White House a big dish, Mo Xie heard a voice from the Holy Codex.

"Mission 1: Subdue/Kill Magneto. If you succeed, you will get 1,000 points, and if you fail, you will deduct 2,000 points!"

"Mission 2: Kill all ZF/military dignitaries within a 1km radius. If you succeed, you will get 500 points, and if you fail, you will get 3000 points!"

"Mission Three: Make sure the mutants of Charles' camp survive. For every person who survives, 500 points will be gained, and for every person who dies, 1,000 points will be deducted!"

"Choose one of Quest 1 and Quest 2 to complete!Please make your choice within 3 seconds!"

The voice of the Holy Book was serious this time.

This kind of seriousness seems to be a reminder that something big will happen next for Mo Ye.

"I'll go, I'll choose the mission......!"

Just invited the potential 'point deduction' out of the venue, Mo Ye was unprepared for this wave of tasks.

Instinctively, Mo Xie weighed the pros and cons:

Magneto may have been adjusted to the peak of his strength now, and it is very difficult to fight this boss.

There may be a lot of ZF/military dignitaries within a kilometer, but they are basically ordinary people, and it is not difficult to kill, but it may be a little troublesome to do.

If it was Lin Ming standing here, then he didn't have to think too much about it at all, and directly chose task two.

"I'll pick mission one!"

Mo Xie hesitated slightly before making his choice.

"Logan, protect the professor, if something falls from the sky, just run straight to the White House!"

Mo Xie yelled at Logan, ignoring the fact that 'Logan's Chinese level is not good'.

Because the next second after he made his choice, a huge 'floating fortress' emerged from behind the rows of buildings to the west of the White House.

"Watch out there!"

The meeting room was already chaotic at the moment, with soldiers still investigating the inexplicable grenade attack, and the president and senior officials questioning the officer who had inexplicably snatched the microphone and then inexplicably made 'horrific remarks'.

None of these people noticed the approaching behemoth in the sky.

"That's ......!!"

"Eric!"

Mo Xie's actions only reminded the people around him, but the few people around Mo Xie reacted quickly.

"Click!"

After creating the 'Grenade Incident', Charles concocted the 'Heavy Incident' again, and through brain waves, he controlled one of his nearest Heavy to shoot in the direction of the 'Levitating Bunker' in the sky.

“ＵＦＯ？”

The president was no longer on the stage, and he was already on his way back to the room, supported by a group of officers.

"No! it's a stadium!"

Being short didn't affect Trisk's eyesight, as he had a pair of binoculars in his hands.

"Magneto!"

He shouted, uttering a name that was almost equivalent to Satan for someone who had lived through the 'Paris tragedy'.