Time rewinds to ten minutes ago.

At half past six in the afternoon, during the rush hour, the cosmopolitan metropolis is full of traffic, the streets reverberate with shrill horns, and cars drive on the congested highways like droplets of water flowing into a river.

Peter rides his newfound electric car, holds a bouquet of delicate roses in his hand, stops at an intersection and waits for a red light, the young Spider-Man seems to be running from time to time lately, since the last time he took a photo of Senator Kelly, he also got key evidence from his old classmate Sean that Watson conducted illegal human experiments, so that the daily Clarion always publishes eye-catching and powerful reports, and even the mean-spirited boss James rarely expresses praise.

He also said that if Peter could keep it up, he would soon become a regular employee of the daily Clarion newspaper, which happened to lack a chief photographer.

Peter, who was in a difficult financial situation, heard this promise as if he had been injected with a booster. He cheered himself up every day, hoping to get that official position and no longer rely on a meager salary to pay rent and live.

Looking down and sniffing at the scent of roses, Peter couldn't help but smile contentedly, this was a surprise for Mary Jane, who was going to perform for the first time in a small theater today.

Peter, who is not good at creating romantic moods, specially made a reservation in advance for a five-Michelin-starred French restaurant at Gwen's reminder, and prepared a wonderful candlelight dinner to win the joy and cheers of the goddess of dreams.

Filled with longing, Peter found his beloved little sheep shaking suddenly, as if pulled by an invisible force, free from his control, and floating out of thin air.

"What's going on...... Wait a minute! My new car! ”

Before Peter could finish his sentence, he heard shouts one after another, like the waves of the sea, and the brand-new little sheep, which he had just bought, as if controlled by a large invisible hand, disintegrated in the air and became countless pieces of metal and floated into the air.

It's not just Peter who has suffered this strange thing, all the cars parked at the intersection are like this, the young Spider-Man watched a car next to him, and in just a few seconds, the body broke into pieces, wrapped in the chassis and engine floating in the air, and flew into the sky together, leaving only the owner holding the steering wheel and looking blankly at the car leaving the ground.

Peter didn't have time to care about his beloved little sheep who had been dismembered, and he looked up at the metal frenzy in the sky like a raging storm, flying in a certain direction, a looming figure standing in mid-air, and a metal staircase formed out of thin air at his feet, and the other party appeared in such a sensational way!

"Mutants?" Peter, who subconsciously raised his camera, thought to himself.

The streets were like boiling oil pans, and people abandoned their cars and fled, screaming incessantly, and panic spread like a tidal wave. Peter looked at the delicate rose in his hand, and sighed in frustration, it seemed that he was about to miss the appointment again this time, and he had a headache at the thought of Mary-Jane angrily questioning him.

The metal tornado swirled and roared in the sky, Magneto wore a helmet, purple robes hunting and flying, his majestic face revealed a chilling coldness, he stepped on the metal staircase in the air, like an invincible king, the mighty metal frenzy in the air, like his own subjects, obeying the summoning order.

Magneto spread his hands as if waving an invisible baton, and the cars of the entire block flew into the air like a long dragon, not even the street lamps and garbage cans on the side of the street, and almost all objects with a metal nature were manipulated and pulled by this force, and they disintegrated and scattered, merging into a tornado storm that obscured the sky and the sun.

Looking down at the small figures running around and panicking below, Magneto couldn't help but smile coldly in his heart, this world belongs to the pioneers who are at the forefront of the evolutionary path, ordinary people with no power, they can only tremble under the power of the strong, and ask for help pathetically.

Looking at the Watson Tower standing in the center of the city, Magneto's face was grim, he originally planned to attack Liberty Island, and transform the dignitaries of various countries who came to attend the high-level summit into mutants in one fell swoop, hoping to change the world pattern and let his compatriots have a new and free future.

But Watsonton's covert use of mutants for human experiments completely angered the mutant leader, and those bloody and cruel photos made him recall the dark past buried deep in his heart, locked up in a cold and damp concentration camp, where people kept dying every day, and the painful memories that faded into old photographs suddenly appeared clearly.

Later, the demon girl Raven also suggested that if you want to announce the strength of mutants to the world, you might as well go to Watsonton and attack the dignitaries of various countries on Liberty Island, which will only make the situation of your compatriots worse, and even provoke an overreaction in the human world, once a full-scale war is launched, then the situation can no longer be recovered.

After much deliberation, Magneto finally accepted this proposal, and although the mutants were talented, they were divided into two camps, like a plate of scattered sand, and they could not directly confront the deep-rooted and powerful human government.

At this point, even if he is as proud as Magneto, he has to admit that it is really difficult for mutants to overthrow the rule of mankind by their own strength, unless his old friend Charles is willing to stand on his side and no longer hold the ridiculous and stubborn idea of peace.

With a wave of his hand, the mutant leader shattered the floor-to-ceiling windows at the top of the Watson Tower, shards of glass rained down, and Magneto stepped on the metal staircase and walked straight into the office of the building's owner, Marcus Watson.

The usually dignified Watsendon at the helm tried his best to maintain his demeanor, but the intense panic in his eyes had betrayed his mood at this time.

"You're using my compatriots to carry out those brutal and bloody experiments?"

Magneto's voice was high, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at Marcus Watsonton, whose face was full of fear, and couldn't help but think of the Nazi officers in the concentration camp, and the dark past and painful memories were surging like a tidal wave, breaking through the floodgates of memory in his mind.

"It is because of people like you that I will lead the Brotherhood on a very different path from Charles."

Magneto's fingers flickered, and the floating metal turned into a solid noose around Marcus's neck, and Watsonton's helmsman struggled back, but to no avail.

"From today onwards, the world will no longer ignore the voice of mutants, everyone will know - we are not weak lambs, if humanity wants war, then mutants will rise up and resist!"

Magneto shouted loudly, and he strode out of Watsonton, standing in the void, the floating and surging metal frenzy under the control of that invisible hand, like a candle melted by the heat, condensed into a huge steel cross, with a loud bang, smashed deep into the earth, and the cement pavement burst into fine cracks.

Magneto, who made a big scene, stood at the top of the cross, his arm waved, and Marcus, who was tied up in a metal noose, shouted for help, but unfortunately the police who arrived did not dare to move, but just pointed their guns at the majestic figure.