Five trucks entered an abandoned building one after another, lined up one after another, the ground under their tires suddenly dented, slowly descended, the missing part of the ground extended from the left a steel plate of the same color as the ground, and soon the missing part was gone, as if it had never been.

The platform carried the wagons and descended until they reached an underground hall, where they stopped descending.

From time to time, researchers in white coats, more often with M16-wielding guards, walked past the underground lobby, staring at the back compartment of the van, apparently there was something in the compartment that made them 120% vigilant.

"Twenty."

"There are no accidents on the way, right?"

"Didn't you buy the police, and the limiter hasn't failed, so there won't be an accident."

After the driver of the lead truck got out of the car, he handed over the work to the guard leader, and handed over the rest of the work to the guards in the underground hall. The head of the guard turned to the dozens of guards behind him and shouted, "Guys, it's time to get started." ”

After receiving the order, dozens of guards separated half of the people, opened the carriage door, and drove the car out of the car.

Containers that were just big enough to hold individuals were loaded, and most of the people in these containers were no different from the guards, two or three of them had red and green skin, and they weren't humans, they were mutants, and all of the twenty containers were mutants.

After 1973, the United States promulgated a number of laws, one of which strictly forbade the capture of mutants. Some scientists and entrepreneurs who recognize the value of mutants do not hesitate to spend high prices to capture mutants, which also makes the business of capturing mutants booming, and a large number of hunters and mercenaries search for and start capturing through intelligence dealers.

It wasn't until the countries around the world tightened martial law that these captures were curbed, and containment did not mean disappearing, it just became more secretive.

The mutants inside the container looked at the guards outside in fear, they had been hiding themselves before they were captured again, and they had never hurt anyone, and they were actually a group of ordinary people who threw away their superpowers.

The guards were not surprised, they were all for the sake of high sums of money, and they did not take it for granted in the face of the twinkle of fear in the eyes of the mutants. The head of the guard, who checked the twenty containers in good condition, suddenly found that the twenty mutants had a person with cold eyes, and he fixed his eyes to see that it was a middle-aged man, his eyes were cold and dangerous.

How dare he look at him like that...... Didn't he know that the container was the limiter, limiting their power? ”

After doing this for many years, the experienced guard leader hurriedly checked the manifest, his eyes were over and over again, his forehead was left with a cold sweat, and his teeth trembled, "How, how is it possible!" There is no indication of this person in the manifest of goods, this person's container should be a ghost!? ”

Syllable.

The main door of the container where the middle-aged man was sitting seemed to have been removed from the outside with his bare hands, and the container door hit a guard, who didn't have time to scream, and the back of his head hit the wall not far away, and a blood flower flashed.

"Shoot !!"

The leader of the guards shouted an order, and the stunned guards came to their senses, and they raised their guns one by one to shoot, and the rubber bullets that came out were blocked by a metal plate that floated at some point, and the middle-aged man slowly walked out, his eyes contemptuous of the guards who shot in vain.

"Control Metal ...... Could it be him? ”

The guard leader squinted at his subordinates who were still shooting, "These idiots will buy me time", after making up his mind, the move of turning around and trying to escape was seen by the middle-aged man, a sneering smile appeared on his face, while controlling the metal plate to block the rubber bullet, the other hand reached into his pocket and took out a thumb-sized piece of metal, and controlled it to fly towards the guard leader with his back to him.

"It's almost ......"

His thoughts stopped at "It's almost there", and the guard leader was stabbed in the heart by metal, piercing his chest, and the bloodstained metal came into his sight, and he finally thought to himself: "Where did the metal come from?" ”

The chief fled in battle, the rubber bullets could not break through the metal plate, and the guards who were still alive saw it, and they also noticed the playfulness in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and they didn't understand that the reason why they were not dead was purely because the middle-aged man wanted to make them feel desperate, and then kill them one by one, and die in despair.

"I don't want to die!"

This is the voice of the guards, who can't help but regret why they were carried away by money, forgetting the dangers of mutants, forgetting that once the container fails, they are at the mercy of others. At this time, they really understood why mutants were superior to them, and why some mutants hated them, because their capture made more and more mutants join the side that hated them.

Mutants have never had any big conflict with humans, and have always coexisted peacefully with humans, but some humans are unwilling, they have taken a fancy to the value of mutants, and the contradictions between the two races have continued to expand, and the future has not changed, maybe "X-Men: Future Past" will reappear again, but I don't know if anyone will come back to change the past, maybe the people who will come back when the time comes are humans, and the people who fail are humans.

The metal plate resists the rubber bullets, and the other piece of metal acts as a weapon, combining attack and defense, and the guards, who have rich combat experience, are actually a group of ordinary people, falling one after another in front of the ability of the middle-aged man.

The last guard was so frightened that his index finger kept on the trigger, unaware that the M16 made a "click" sound, maybe he knew, hoping for a miracle, his right eye looked at the metal getting closer and closer, and finally his right eye went black, and before he felt the pain, his left eye followed a black, and he lost control of his limbs, like a puddle of mud on the ground, he couldn't see, his heart was filled with fear, and a trace of doubt.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Magneto."

Knowing who it was, the guard's thoughts stopped at this moment, and Ranchel, who was already a wanted fugitive, strode towards the door after looking at the door leading to the inside of the underground hall, untying the containers of the other mutants.