New York, Manhattan, Cross Avenue,

The former bustling streets were forcibly emptied, and barriers were erected on both sides of the road, prohibiting civilians from entering.

Seventy-one police cars blocked the middle of the road, and 507 regular police officers used police cars as cover as if they were facing a major enemy, and pointed their guns at the end of the road.

Eight police helicopters hovered in the sky, their propellers whipped up fierce winds, and the cool beams of searchlights illuminated the scene below.

Unlike the LAPD's SWAT team counterparts known as the SAT, the NYPD's SWAT team is known as the EmergencyServiit, or ESU's emergency services team.

These highly trained New York City SWAT officers have already set up snipers on tall buildings on both sides of the street, just waiting for the order to shoot deadly bullets at their targets.

Not only that, but the New York City National Guard, which was urgently called, drove tanks, armored vehicles, and even helicopter gunships loaded with missiles into Manhattan, blocking the area around Crow Street.

Such a big battle is aimed at only one person.

Eric Lansell,

Or rather, Magneto.

Dressed in his iconic scarlet cloak, Magneto walked unhurriedly, facing the cold muzzles of his guns and bathing in the searchlights of helicopters, like a god walking on earth.

The neon billboards on both sides of the street were still shining, and the wind brought up by the propeller stirred up the dust, and Magneto slowly raised his palm.

The U.S. soldiers at the end of the street raised their guns an inch in unison, their eyes widened, their sweaty fingers lightly gripping the trigger.

The bullet lies in the center of the chamber and flies forward at any moment following the guidance of gunpowder.

Before the march, Magneto smiled and did nothing but smooth out his windswept hair.

Mutant Affairs Authority, S.H.I.E.L.D., FBI, YPD... Countless people are waiting for him at the front, waiting for the next move of the world's most recognizable terrorist.

"I'm turning myself in."

Magneto pointed to the New York City Police Department headquarters on the corner of Crow Avenue and said aloud, "Isn't there anyone who came to meet me?" ”

The atmosphere at the scene was still scorching, and every movement of Magneto was broadcast in real time, and hundreds of intelligence officers analyzed the tone of his every movement, every look, and every letter frame by frame, trying to find out the pattern and know Magneto's true thoughts.

Numerous assessment reports were uploaded one by one, and intelligence agencies across the United States quickly came up with what they thought they would, and within half a minute, they appeared in the tactical command room under the White House in Washington.

A dozen seconds later, decisions from the owner of the White House were delegated to a certain National Guard commander.

Soon, an armed armored car slowly drove out and stopped in front of Magneto.

Click, the back door of the armored car opened, and several expressionless big men walked down with their guns on their shoulders, and without saying a word, they escorted Magneto onto the vehicle.

These seemingly majestic fully armed soldiers are actually useless, and in front of Magneto, who has the ability to manipulate magnetic fields, no matter how many ordinary people there are, it is just a matter of a metal storm.

Everyone knows Magneto's abilities, everyone knows that the regular army is ineffective, and everyone knows that if the other party wants to, they can easily slaughter a total of tens of thousands of soldiers present in a quarter of an hour.

However, everyone is cooperating with the performance, performing this drama that has attracted the attention of the whole world.

Soon, Magneto, who was sitting in an armed armored vehicle, was transferred out of Manhattan.

The entire interstate highway was completely blocked, and helicopters, tanks, armored vehicles, and motorcycles were crowded in front and behind, and tens of thousands of federal military and police escorted them.

This is not at all the treatment that a criminal suspect who has turned himself in in should be.

I don't know how long it took to drive before the convoy finally stopped.

The doors of the armored car were pulled open, and the muzzles of the guns were densely pointed at Magneto.

The guns are all 3D printed and made entirely of plastic, and the soldiers holding these special guns have no metal parts on their bodies.

Where the car was parked, it was a barren countryside, and as far as the eye could see, only the withered yellow grass and trees could be seen, and the brightly lit city could only be reduced to a point of light in the far distance.

The ground beneath Magneto's feet was covered with a plastic mulch reinforced with plastic film, and the makeshift tents around it were made of plastic pipes and plastic film, and everything here had nothing to do with metal.

Magneto got out of the car, and the nervous soldiers surrounded him, hugging him towards the plastic tent.

There was a man in the tent, a one-eyed black man named Nick Fury, who held the position of Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. director.

Nick Fury looked at the freshly baked world-class terrorist in front of him and said indifferently, "Sit down, Your Excellency Magneto." ”

Eric sat down in silence and looked at the airtight plastic isolation tent with interest.

Some intelligence officers in uniform uniforms were busy outside the tents, fiddling with some new and quirky instruments.

After a few seconds, Magneto was shocked to find that the tent was completely covered in a recurring electromagnetic pulse, and his magnetic field manipulation ability was so greatly affected that he could not even lift an iron nail within half a meter.

Nick Fury smiled freely and said calmly, "We have communicated with the Mutant Affairs Authority about your detention strategy. It can ensure that without affecting your physical health, you can prevent you from using abilities to harm yourself or others to the greatest extent. ”

Magneto nodded noncommittally, he wasn't going to talk to Nick Fury yet.

The black one-eyed dragon only represents the federal control power over the transcendental, to put it bluntly, it is a thug erected by the federal government to target the aliens, and communicating with Nick Fury means delegating himself to the status of ordinary transcendents.

Magneto is still waiting, waiting for the person who can really decide the direction of the situation to appear.

For a while, neither of the two people in the tent squeaked, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Finally, with the sound of the helicopter propeller sounding again, the dusty Secretary of State, His Excellency Walter Holland, arrived belatedly.

He slipped headlong into the tent surrounded by agents on the third floor and the outer layer, glanced at Magneto, who was honestly seated in his seat, and let out a heavy breath.

"I'm the Secretary of State of the United States of America," Walter said with a smile, slowly arranging his tie, "Your Excellency Magneto, I'm sorry to see you on this occasion."

But without further ado, what do you, and the forces behind you, want? ”

Magneto smiled, he lay lazily in his chair, and said casually, "What we want is very simple, just equality." ”

"Equality?"

"That's right." Magneto said: "In today's era, it is the era of the equal rights movement, and what we mutants need is the word equality. ”

The Secretary of State frowned deeply and hesitated, "Can you be more detailed?" ”

"Of course you can," Magneto said gently, "what we want is the equality of mutants' social status, and they will no longer be rejected because of their specialness, and they will not be disgusted because of their abnormality."

To that end, the mutant forces I represent are willing to put aside their old grudges with the federal government and join in the grand event. ”

Walter was really shocked by the shamelessness of the other party, one second he was beheading all over the world, and the next second he was able to ask for cooperation in a grand manner.

It was only after a while that His Excellency the Secretary of State digested the news and asked softly, "What do you want to do?" ”

"The general public's fear of mutants comes from the unknown." "We've developed a device that can help ordinary people activate the mutant gene. With the help of that instrument, together we can build a city entirely of teenage mutants, proving to the world that mutants are not a cancer, but the future of humanity as a whole. ”

"The project is called the School City Plan."