Lorfen City, North Alberta, Canada.

The cold weather doesn't dampen the excitement in the shabby and noisy bar, and the passing travelers and long-distance truck drivers, who are not able to continue driving in the middle of the night, have a lot of rooms on the second floor of the bar, and if you pay enough, you can also provide hot water and food.

The shouts were like a tidal wave, and in the center of the wide field was a huge iron cage, in which two strong men fought each other, blood and violence were always timeless themes, and people always liked to watch wild beasts or their own kind fight to stimulate their nerves.

Some strong gamblers lose money, and will personally participate in the fight, but the end is often beaten by the boxer, the nose is swollen, if there is no money on the body, will be thrown out of the bar, don't expect someone to call you a doctor, these guys who are out there to beg for a living, but there is no extra kindness to give to others.

In the room on the second floor, Magneto, who had disappeared for a long time, sat in the center, compared to other dirty and narrow landing places, this clean room was very good, but the leader of the brotherhood, who had always paid attention to pomp, frowned, and there was some disgust in his eyes.

"The army has been tracking our whereabouts, and many of our compatriots have been exposed, so I can only be cautious." The hat-wearing subordinate explained.

Magneto bowed slightly, he also knew that since the last Watsendon incident, humans have begun to hunt down him, so he led the members of the Brotherhood to leave the United States temporarily and go to Canada. This country of maple leaves is militarily weak, sparsely populated, and has a long border and coastline with almost no military garrison, and has always been nicknamed the backyard of the United States.

However, the last public appearance was not without results. With Magneto's generous speech in front of the Watson Tower, many mutants who are hidden in society have taken the initiative to find the Brotherhood, hoping to follow them to build a so-called good home.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to grow in strength, in the past, only those radical mutants who have been oppressed and tortured, and who are extremely hostile to humans, will choose to join the Brotherhood and follow Magneto, hoping that this powerful leader can lead his compatriots to overthrow the throne of human government, so that mutants can gain higher status and power.

Those compatriots who were hidden in the crowd, still hesitant, believed in Professor Charles's mutant academy even more. But with Magneto's public speech, the pent-up resentment of many mutants rushed out like a torrent of bursting embankments, and the impassioned speech deeply touched them. It turns out that people do prefer to believe that a leader who knows how to make speeches and has the power to sedit, such as a strong Führer of the Third Reich, is well versed in this.

"Caliban, continue to look for more compatriots, I want to bring them together, and when mutants are truly united and cooperative, humanity will be afraid and afraid."

Hearing Magneto's confident words, his complexion was unusually pale, and the thin man wrapped in his robe nodded repeatedly, he was also a mutant, and his ability was to detect his compatriots within 25 miles, and his extraordinary perception made him favored by Magneto, used to find and contact his companions.

Looking at his shrunken subordinates, Magneto couldn't help frowning, Caliban, who used to be a black market merchant, seemed to have something wrong today.

Before he had time to think about it, Magneto suddenly noticed that the world had quieted down, and the bustling sound outside had gradually disappeared, whether it was a rude guest shouting or a scantily clad hostess, as if under the control of some mysterious force, he involuntarily walked out of the bar.

Glancing at Caliban, Magneto walked out of the room, if it weren't for the Brotherhood's other missions, he wouldn't have come alone, but the proud old man didn't feel that anyone could pose a threat to him. Even when human armies swarmed, he was not afraid.

Wearing a purple helmet and a majestic robe, Magneto walked downstairs like a king, and the shabby bar with a fiery atmosphere was long empty, except for the huge empty iron cage and the roaring fire in the fireplace.

"Charles?" Magneto shouted suspiciously.

Only the bald professor who manipulated his mind could do all this quietly, but he didn't believe that his old friend who had known him for many years would join the human government.

"The professor doesn't want to face you, I understand his feelings, and I hope you can understand too, after all, making this kind of decision must be painful and even guilty, but sometimes in order to get a better result, it is inevitable to make some sacrifices."

A tall and slender figure pushed the door open, and the howling wind and snow poured in, causing a chill to roll in the warm bar.

Magneto stood at the top of the stairs, looking condescendingly at the young man who walked in, the roaring fire in the fireplace reflected the tight-fitting suit that was full of ink, and the battle instinct over the years made him feel a faint aura of danger from the other party's body.

The old man with a dignified face looked back and found that Caliban had long since disappeared as expected.

He looked at the young man contemptuously and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Sean Siperth." The young man said his name and smiled, "The plan wasn't like this, according to the strategy developed by S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stryker, it should be to coerce that poor mutant, lead you into this trap, and then use the mustard gas of World War I, such as blood agents or other biological weapons - what they all have in common is that the poison reaction is very fast, and it triggers a long and intense lethal process." ”

The black uniform showed a deep inky color under the firelight, and Sean took a step forward, and the light shone as if the spotlights on the stage were falling.

"However, Nick Fury suggested that you be led into an open area and sent out a large number of elite soldiers, who are not wearing any metal gear, resin shields, polymer weapons, and mutant suppression potions, the black chief prefers to be captured alive, while Stryker wants to solve your big problem at once."

"Mutant inhibition potion?" Magneto has captured a key word.

Sean bowed his head and solemnly introduced Ambrera's new product: "I continued Watsonton's research and found that although the X gene in the mutant human body is stubbornly rooted in the bloodline and is almost impossible to eradicate, it can be suppressed for a short time, so that you lose your natural special ability. ”

"I'm sure your brotherhood members should have appreciated the beauty of this suppressant potion."

Magneto's pupils shrank, his palm raised, and several steel beams of the bar twisted like living creatures, the sharp tips aimed at Sean standing in the center.

The leader of the Brotherhood had lost his patience, no matter what the other party's conspiracy was, but strength was the most important weight to overwhelm the balance of victory, and with his strong strength, he was not afraid even if there was a large army on display outside.

The huge bar swayed, supporting the steel skeleton of the room, turning into thick metal plates to envelop Magneto, like a strong and perfect steel fortress, hearing Sean's description just now, he also raised his vigilance, so he set up defenses in advance.

"Young people are always frivolous and ignorant, and they don't know how to be in awe of unknown forces." The old man snorted coldly, and the sharp steel tore through the air like a black python gnawing away.