The harbor of New York, once the site of the Hulk and the Abomination, was rebuilt after two destructive beasts nearly destroyed the docks.

An ocean-going freighter bearing the RAND logo is moored in the harbor, containers laden with cargo are loaded one after another, and the whistle pierces the night sky, and the ship is about to start.

Sean sat in the car, and the driver for him was James Wesley, the current Hell's Kitchen Emperor of the underworld, the window slowly lowered, and the Sven man sitting in the front row greeted the person in charge of the port terminal.

"Let them wait a while." The person in charge wearing a hard hat nodded, without the slightest look of dissatisfaction.

Shaun was oblivious to all of this, and he looked at the figure sitting next to him, Doctor Doom shrouded in a dark green cloak, like a hard, cold steel statue.

Today is an important day for Victor Doom to leave New York and embark on his journey.

"You'll have an account with an overseas company, and Wesley will be responsible for providing the funds and manpower, buying arms, medical resources, all kinds of infrastructure...... All of this will be done for you - if you get legitimacy in Latvia, the warlord leaders, the noble lords who own a lot of land, you have to sweep them all into the garbage. ”

Sean said lightly, with a cold tone in his tone, he wanted Victor Doom to bring hope to Latvia, that small backward and remote Eastern European country, but before a peaceful life could come, he had to go through a bloody baptism.

"The government of that country, from top to bottom, is already rotten to the point where money can buy off politicians, violence can eliminate warlords, and you, Viktor Doom, the former rising star of Latvia, are the Doctor of Doom who has returned to his homeland as a savior......"

"You have to be the master there, behind the scenes, in the legal sense, in Latvia, it is up to the Dum to decide everything, even if it is your softest breath, the law that cannot be blasphemed or violated."

The silent Doctor Doom lifted the cloak on his head, behind the steel mask that flickered with cold light, his empty eyes reflected the aura of Senhan, and he nodded and said, "Yes, my master." ”

A long period of painful brainwashing and indoctrination of memories almost created a new personality for Victor Doom, and in the fragmented picture of his mind, a golden sun hung high in the sky, exuding a dazzling brilliance.

"I will do all this, bring destruction and rebirth to Latvia, my mother country." A metallic sonorous sound echoed through the car.

Sean bowed slightly, Victor Doom was his first masterpiece, and by putting the other party in Latvia, he could use that small Eastern European country to radiate his influence to the whole of Europe.

Just like arranging Magneto to Africa, the North American continent is its base camp, the seat of its power base, through the rapid rise of Ambrera, the integration of mutants, and the rapid growth of the horizontal and vertical groups, and now it is basically facing the embarrassing situation of slow development.

And Sean can't open up new territory casually, only with the help of other forces, Latvia under the rule of Dr. Doom will sooner or later get rid of the poverty and backwardness of the past, and Magneto can also bring a surprise to the isolated Wakanda.

Throwing these people off the chessboard and giving them a certain level of help, he just needs to wait for the day when it will come to fruition.

As for the question of loyalty and betrayal, the young man never thinks too much about it, if only he didn't want to play by the rules of the game, turn the table upside down, and start all over again.

With a dark green cloak fluttering in the wind, Doctor Doom boarded an ocean freighter bound for Latvia, and in about twelve days of sailing, he would be able to set foot on the land of his homeland.

At the same time, Ambrera on Long Island, New York, mutants are about to embark on a long journey with an unknown future, and Magneto, who has re-donned his fuchsia robes, stands on the top floor of a spire-like building, stretching his hands, feeling the majestic magnetic force hidden in the depths of the earth for a long time.

"The boss said that when you gain a foothold in Africa, he will hand it over to you alone, which is a strong guarantee for getting a large amount of vibranium resources from Wakanda."

Bronski stared at the silver-haired old man in front of him, wondering how long it would take for the avatar to shred the other party.

"Wakanda? I've never heard of this country, but I've heard of vibranium, which is said to be extremely expensive, equal to the price of gold. ”

Magneto ignored Bronsky's malicious gaze and cleared the inhibition serum from his body, and the confidence and pride that belonged to the strong returned to his body.

The leader of the Brotherhood looked down at his fellow citizens who had chosen to continue following him, the saber-toothed tiger, the toad, and the master of illusions...... Except for the Demon Girl, all of them are here, and Raven is also one of the conditions for him to regain his freedom.

With a low sigh, a defeat could not reduce the raging fighting spirit in Magneto's heart, but the thought of leaving this land and going to the distant and unfamiliar African continent will inevitably have some faint melancholy.

"From this moment on, the forces of the Brotherhood will fully retreat, leaving their bases in North America and gradually moving towards Africa." Magneto glanced at Bronsky, and naturally said to the boss on the other side, "Mutants deserve a future, and I will lead my compatriots to open up a new home." ”

He raised his hands slightly, manipulated the geocentric magnetism, and flew straight into the air, the cold wind blowing the old white hair, looking down at the ground under his feet, Magneto's eyes showed deep nostalgia.

The old man couldn't help but think of the first time he set foot on this land of freedom and light many years ago, when he was full of vengeful anger and had not yet received the title of "Magneto", and the other young man was not in a wheelchair and had thick black hair.

Eric.

Charles.

Two young acquaintances smile at each other, with the torch-bearing Statue of Liberty behind them and surrounded by a group of energetic friends and friends.

Decades of images flashed as Magneto landed in front of the Brotherhood, turning his head to look at the towering building with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

"Fellow citizens, the road ahead may be full of bumps, but at least we no longer need to repeat the original tragedy, endless attrition and infighting will come to an end, and we can use our hands to build our own homeland......"

The purple cloak fluttered, and the majesty and pride of the king appeared on Magneto's face again, and he waved his arms and strode forward, leading the Brotherhood members into the darkness.

At the same moment, the professor in Westchester put down the brainwave booster he was wearing on his head, and he sat in a daze in the silent circular space, which was the search room on the second floor of the basement and the place where the instruments were stored.

"Goodbye, Eric." After a long time, the bald old man said softly.

For old friends who want to build a mutant home all their lives, this is not a good choice, at least so that the next generation does not have to continue the fate of their elders and face the hardships of suffering and hiding.

The professor slowly pushed the wheelchair and closed the door behind him, the old era ended from this moment, there was no more strife and antagonism among the mutants, and the fruits of peace and a new home would gradually be realized in the future.