"Don't be in a hurry, Mr. Pierce. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This war has just begun, hasn't it? ”

Unlike Pierce's anger, the person who was replying to him through the communicator in his hand was completely relaxed and unconcerned. Although the situation in front of him was much more than Pierce and his gang expected, the speaker seemed to completely ignore the situation, as if he and Pierce were not in the same camp at all.

This answer rightfully made Pierce furious, and he even forgot about the existence of Rose next to him, and yelled at the guy.

"Don't forget who you are. You're just a small soldier under the baron, so what right do you have to talk to me like that? Think clearly, if all this is failed because of you, then I promise that the most cruel punishment awaits you, and you will not be able to do even a little wailing, for in his hands you will only become unconscious puppets. Don't blame me for not warning you. ”

"Okay, okay. Since you're in such a hurry, then we're on the move. Don't blame me, Mr. Pierce, for not warning you, though. If you have not done what we promised the Baron, you will probably not be better off than you have just warned us. ”

"You don't need to tell me that, do what you have to do. I'm going to see you guys right now, you know? ”

After gritting his teeth, Pierce turned off the communicator in his hand fiercely. And at this time, he realized that General Ross beside him was looking at him with a very strange look. This made him pull his tie a little uncomfortable, and then asked.

"What kind of eyes are you, is there anything wrong?"

"May I ask, who were you just contacting?"

General Ross had a strange look in his eyes, but the distraught Pierce didn't notice the change in his expression at all. He just waved his hand and said perfunctorily.

"Just a pack of war dogs that can help us solve the problem at hand. Don't pay too much attention to them, although these guys are very disgusting, but their abilities are still worth trusting. ”

"A bunch of mercenaries who can deal with mutants? I didn't know there was such a thing in this world? ”

He took a puff of his cigar and exhaled a puff of smoke. General Ross said to Pierce in the middle of the smoke. Hearing him say that, Pierce patted him on the shoulder and replied.

"As I said, it's not what we need to focus on. Isn't the current situation of the war that we need to care about now more important than such small things? I don't think you want to see the U.S. military just lose and slide into the abyss. ”

"What you say makes sense, but is there any other way for you to do these things in front of you?"

Pointing to the rolling steamroller, General Ross furrowed his brows deeply. He didn't even dare to move his troops into the area now, because he knew very well that once those planes and tanks appeared in Magneto's eyes, they would immediately become someone else's weapon. Therefore, he must hold himself back and not dare to make any rash moves.

But that was of no use to the situation at hand, at least for now, he could only put his hopes on the war hyenas that Pierce called them.

But can these guys really make a difference? He was skeptical, and he was even more skeptical, could such war hyenas really exist?

And while he was still watching the changes in the battle situation on the field with full doubt, a guy wrapped in black had silently approached the front line of the mutant camp, and was getting closer and closer to the position of the old man who was exerting his power.

It stands to reason that such a strange guy deserves a lot of attention in his own right. But that's not the case, and although he's tightly wrapped, the strangely growing, insect-like arthropod shell on his body is enough for most mutants here to regard him as one of their kind.

And mutants have always been more friendly to mutants. Especially at a time when they need to be united, they will not easily doubt one of their own compatriots. And this created an opportunity for this new and strange guy.

He looked around him again and again, and when he was sure that no one was noticing him, he quietly held out a finger of his own to Magneto, who was operating the steamroller not far away. Then, like a silencer-mounted sniper rifle firing a bullet, a special chela flew out from his fingertip and silently pinned to Magneto's neck.

In nature, almost most insects with chelices have some deadly toxins, and this particular creature is no exception, not only is he close to insects in appearance, but also in ability. His chela also has venom, and it is a very special poison.

So in just an instant, Magneto, who had just shown his might, had already stopped his movements, and the whole person maintained a stiff expression and was fixed there motionlessly.

This sudden situation did not make the mutants who were thrilled by the spectacle of the battlefield in front of them notice, and they were still staring at everything on the battlefield, and from time to time let out loud cheers. And it wasn't until the huge press began to stop working, standing there like a hill, that they felt that something was wrong.

And among these people, the first to notice that something was wrong was none other than Magneto's long-time friend, Professor Charles, the mind controller.

He spotted Magneto's stiff movements, and saw the meridians spread out of his face like vines. He sensed his old friend gasping heavily, his muscles twitching uncontrollably. And all this shows that he has been subjected to a plot.

"Something happened, Eric was assassinated. He was poisoned and the situation became dangerous. ”

At the first time when it was confirmed that Magneto was plotted, Charles did not make excessive noise, but told the news to the women stationed on the front line through his spiritual connection. At the same time as receiving this message, Lilith had already quietly appeared by Magneto's side with a gloomy black shadow.

"What happened? How was he plotted? ”

Unleashing a scarlet divine power like blood with vigorous vitality, Lilith asked Charles as she stabilized Magneto's situation. Listening to her question, Charles shook his head.

"That's what he was like when I found him. Sorry, I don't know how this all happened. ”

"Aren't you psychics? Use your abilities, do you want me to teach you this kind of thing? Shouldn't it be easy for you to rummage through their minds and find suspects from them? ”

With a wave of her hand, Lilith said to Charles as if she were ordering her own men. Hearing her command, Charles just smiled helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that, that's immoral. Neither my compatriots nor those innocent ordinary people can use this way to peek into the privacy and secrets of their hearts. So I beg your pardon, I'm afraid I can't help you with this kind of thing. ”

"Pedantic!" After a cold evaluation, Lilith said to Charles in a queenly tone. "Listen to me, Mr. Professor. You're on the battlefield right now, and the last thing you need to mention on the battlefield is morality. This is something that was proven thousands of years ago when I said I was in a time when I lived, so you don't have any reason to use this as an excuse. ”

"Think about it, if you don't use this ability. Now it's your friends who are plotting against you, and then it could be your students, or even yourself. Although the life or death of you people has nothing to do with me, don't forget, it is closely and deeply related to your people and your race. ”

"This is clearly a means of the enemy, and the meaning of this means is to break up your power. When you lose the power to resist the enemy because of some conspiracy, I hope you will not regret the choice you have made. ”

Such cold words, every word and sentence were like a file, deeply inserted into Charles's heart. Listening to these words, his wry smile became deeper and deeper, and at the same time, the luster in his eyes became more and more dim.

The most important thing for people is their own persistence and principles, and a person who can stick to these is enough to be a strong person in soul no matter what. But sometimes, the harsh reality makes you have to give up your principles and persistence.

As with most things in the world, many things have weight on a scale. And having weight itself means that it can be replaced and crushed by other things. Just like Charles is now.

He was tempted to continue to insist on his original intentions, but in the face of the rise and fall of his compatriots and race, he simply could not continue this senseless insistence. The question of which one should be chosen between the individual and the race, between one's reputation and the survival of one's race, is a question that is clear once it is put in peace. And after thinking about this issue clearly, what choice Charles will make is already a very clear thing.

"I know what I'm going to do, ma'am."

With the old man's helpless words, a huge mental fluctuation centered on him, covering the entire battlefield and even more distant places in the blink of an eye.

It is not only the assassin who hides within, but the hearts and minds of all enemies and their every intent. At this point, the war has become white-hot.

The mutants, the bureau, were pushed even further towards the abyss. I'm afraid there is no other possibility than life and death. (To be continued.) )