In the United States, in Boston, which borders the Atlantic Ocean, somewhere in an all-night late-night cafeteria.

The sky outside was just white, and before the morning light had set, there were two unusual guests.

The man is young and handsome, and the woman is young and cute, each wearing a stolen ill-fitting dress, but it is difficult to hide the noble temperament inside. The two of them, one older and one younger, sat in the nearby corner, ordered a table full of food, and then feasted on it regardless of their image.

Watching the blonde boy finish the second plate of medium-rare steak lightly, there was no trace of bulging movement in his stomach, and there was no tendency to stop the movements at hand. The owner of the late-night cafeteria secretly wondered where this was the son of a nobleman who had been kicked out of his house, and he began to worry about whether the two of them could afford to pay for the meal.

Also, that little Lori is too pitiful, I'm afraid I haven't eaten for three days, right?

If it weren't for Lori's face, the boss would have stepped forward a long time ago and asked for the meal to be paid in advance.

"Teacher. The hut is gone, what are we going to do? ”

Jean's eyes widened and cute, and she picked up a large piece of steak with her little hands and gnawed it hard. It's just that the strength of the little hands is too small, and the beef is full of toughness, and after gnawing for a long time, I still haven't torn off a small piece of meat.

Jean suddenly pursed her lips and looked at Caesar aggrievedly.

"I'll come." Seeing this, Caesar smiled, picked up the Western knife, and didn't see him make any movements, and the beef on the piano plate suddenly burst into more than a dozen candy-sized pieces of beef.

"Thank you, teacher." Jean smiled, her eyes curled like crescent moons.

"Eat. After eating enough, you can make plans, and you can build another wooden house when it is gone. ”

Caesar shrugged indifferently, as if sensing the cafeteria owner's thoughts. He pulled an object out of his pocket slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, it raised a high parabola and landed on the boss's head ten meters away.

The cafeteria owner was startled and reached out to remove the item from his head, which was hard and round in the hand, like a large coin, but glowed golden in the light.

"It's ...... Gold? Such a big piece. The canteen owner was stunned, and when he looked closely, he saw that the gold coin still had the lines of the British coat of arms, the code of the old year, and it was impossible to forge it. This was the high-class currency that was previously circulated by the upper nobility.

"That's enough for meals plus tips, isn't it?" Caesar's bland words came slowly.

"Enough, enough!" The canteen owner was happy in his heart, and he responded with a respectful chin in his head.

Jean used a fork to pick up a small piece of beef, added sauce, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, as if he suddenly sensed something, the little hand holding the fork suddenly stopped, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Caesar saw the strangeness of the piano and couldn't help but look at her in surprise, wouldn't he start the realm again?

"Teacher."

Jean closed her eyes and opened them again, her little face full of concern, "I heard the screams and wails of many people......"

"Where did you come from?" Caesar thought for a moment and asked.

Jean was silent for a moment, then moved her mind and pointed her finger to the east, "Over there." ”

That's the direction of New York......

Caesar suddenly understood that in his perception, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was now also in New York City.

"Boss." Caesar called.

"What do you command, this guest?"

When the boss heard the shout, he immediately stepped forward to greet him, and his attitude was a 180-degree reversal from before.

"Can you turn on the TV?" Caesar lifted his chin and gestured to the television set in the hall of the cafeteria.

"No problem, I'll open it!"

As if receiving an order, the boss quickly stepped forward to turn on the TV. As the screen of the television set lit up, the morning news was playing on it.

"Good morning, listeners, this is New York TV, and now there's an urgent news on the air!"

"Just ten minutes ago, the central street of the New York city was attacked by many robots of unknown origin, and many houses and buildings and vehicles were destroyed......

Under the smooth spoken language of the hostess, the screen video switches to the reporter's camera, and in the blurry and bumpy footage, you can see the once prosperous and advanced New York City, the streets are extremely chaotic, and the streets are full of panicked people, and the street area behind them has been shrouded in thick fire and black smoke.

'Bang! ’

It seemed that something heavy fell from the sky, and after the lens focused, a two-meter-tall robot made of metal came out of the black smoke. Instead of chasing after the crowd, it lifted a car on the side of the road on the spot, easily flipped over and threw it ten meters away.

'Boom! ’

The car slammed into the phone booth and exploded into a fireball, scattering glass shards everywhere.

These robots that invaded New York were not just a single one, but many more of the same shape, crashing down the streets of New York like shooting stars, their eyes spraying scorching laser rays to wreak havoc on buildings and cars on the road.

In just a few minutes or so, downtown New York was in ruins, filled with fire and smoke, like a terrifying prospect of the end of the world.

"My God, what kind of monsters are those ......" the boss of the cafeteria owner opened his mouth.

"A generation of sentinels."

Caesar whispered to himself, without thinking about it, he knew that this was Magneto's ghost.

The Generation Sentinel already has some amazing stats, such as supersonic flight, superhuman strength, combat sharing, laser rays, and more, but it can't perfectly replicate the mutant ability.

The main thing is that the generation of sentinels is made of metal and is purely a younger brother in front of Magneto.

The real threat is the second-generation improved version of the sentry, which is no longer a metal material, and can be improved by constantly reproducing and collecting mutants, and a second-generation sentry can be said to be a weakened-level apocalypse.

"Teacher, do you want to go over?" Jean looked at the TV and turned back to Caesar.

"No, you don't."

Caesar shook his head, in his opinion, this should be Magneto's personal act and has nothing to do with the apocalypse.

The Sentinels were specially created by the superpower government to eliminate mutants, and now they are threatened by the Sentinels in turn, which can be regarded as shooting themselves in the foot.

Present. Magneto didn't target ordinary people, only destroyed city blocks, which was already considered merciful.

As soon as Caesar thought of this, in the live news footage, the sentinels who were wreaking havoc in the New York city, the soles of their feet like rockets erupting, gathered together, flew away in the same direction, leaving behind a mess of ruins.

"They're gone, where are they?" Jean tilted her neck in confusion.

"Where else can I go. In that direction, it's Washington ......"

The corners of Caesar's mouth twitched slightly, just thinking about Magneto, when did he become so principled, but the next second he ran to Washington with the sentry - Washington, but the White House with the center of government power.

Assassinating the president is addictive, isn't it?