The distant full moon was obscured by dark clouds, revealing half of a cold face, and the sparse moonlight shone in this much deserted night city, which was a little more deserted. Under the dim streetlight, all kinds of noises came from an inconspicuous small door.

“…… Ha, an incompetent government, a waste of taxpayers' money......"

“…… Damn, bastard, why don't these **** bloods die......"

"......****,......"

“……”

Cursing, whining, loud, all sorts of irritating sounds filled the crowded bar, as if all the scum of society had gathered here. Panic, fanaticism, apathy, and all other emotions mixed together, giving this crowded space an oppressive atmosphere, like a powder keg, and a spark that was almost detonated would blow it to pieces.

In the corner, a pale and somewhat emaciated white man sat there, quietly watching the information about the Bloodline constantly playing on the TV, his bearded face frowning slightly, and his blue eyes flashing with a thoughtful look.

"Damn, can George change the channel, I don't want to see those ****-like monsters!" A drunk man was obviously dissatisfied with this kind of news-like picture on TV, and shouted loudly, which naturally attracted countless followers. At this time, the bar owner naturally behaved very democratically and chose to listen to the opinions of the public.

"Okay, okay, damn it, stop yelling, you fucking drunks!" yelled at the crowd of coaxes, put down the wine bottle in his hand and moved his somewhat fat body, twisted the button to change the table.

The TV station changed, and the white man sitting in the corner stopped staying, drank the beer in his hand and got up to leave.

Hiss!

Pushing open the door, the cold air envelops the whole body. Through the gap in the collar of the clothes, he went directly into his body, and he couldn't help but shudder, put his hands in the empty bags, and wrapped the clothes on his body vigorously, as if he could give himself some warmth. The thin white man let out a white breath and looked up at the moon hiding behind the clouds.

"It's so noticeable." Muttered. There was some concern in his tone.

The temperature outside is a bit cool, and it is better during the day, but at night the temperature can drop below freezing. If it were an ordinary person, he might not understand what would have changed so dramatically, but all this was not a difficult question for him, a genius nuclear physicist.

The radiation of the sun acting on the earth per unit time is certain, and part of it is intercepted, which will naturally cause local changes in the earth's temperature.

"Ha, what does this have to do with me. I need to worry about it myself. ”

Smiling self-deprecatingly, the thin white man habitually lowered his head slightly, and walked quickly with the help of the dim street lamps and the not too bright moonlight. The light pulls the white figure for the long man.

……

The small town of Brighton, an ordinary federal town. Towns that have developed from gold mines occupy a large area, and the scattered buildings in the towns show the prosperity of the past. It's just like most small towns, with the depletion of gold mines. The town also ushered in loneliness.

It's just a town that hasn't been here for a long time, but at this time it has welcomed a group of uninvited guests. Military personnel in camouflage uniforms surrounded an old rental house on the edge of town.

"General Ross." Looking at the gray hair in front of him, the hooked nose of the eagle. A grim general, Banner has a complicated face. His girlfriend's father, the Hulk's never-give-up pursuer, he doesn't know what kind of mentality he should have towards the person in front of him.

"Bruce? Banner. Looking at the dejected-looking man in front of him, Rose frowned. The kid in front of him kidnapped his daughter, and he was even more of a monster. As a father like him, to be with his daughter, in his opinion, he doesn't have to think about it, and at this time, he can't wait to shoot the person in front of him.

For a moment, there was some silence between the two.

"Hello Dr. Banner, it's a pleasure to meet you. Am I George? Washington. In the midst of the silence, an old white man with meticulously combed hair and a gentle smile on his face stepped forward and held out his hand to Bruce Banner.

Turning his gaze away from General Ross, he looked at = the old man in front of him. The simple and decent suit sets off the old man's deep bone marrow, and his every move is elegant, which makes people can't help but feel good, but all this is very false for Banner.

A keen sense of perception can help him easily distinguish the kindness and malice of those around him. Thinking of the disgusting thoughts of the people around him, Bruce had no idea if this ability was a gift from heaven or a curse from the devil.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to being in contact with strangers." Glancing at the other's trimmed palms, Banner walked over to the refrigerator in the room and opened the door.

"Something, Coke, beer, sorry I don't have any wine here." Talking to himself, he took out three cans of beer from the refrigerator. Seeing the visitor shake his head, Banner didn't force it, opened a can of beer and drank it.

"Can you tell me about your purpose?" Banner leaned on the refrigerator behind him with a can in his hand, looking at the two people in the room, two people who were far above him.

"You're not trying to get me back as a guinea pig, are you?" When his gaze swept over General Ross, he said in a somewhat mocking tone.

"Humph!" The mocking words naturally aroused the annoyance of General Ross, who snorted coldly and did not say anything. Seeing General Ross's appearance, Banner was also bored. Then he set his eyes on the strange old man. He is not stupid, so he can naturally see that the two of them are obviously dominated by this strange old man.

"Dr. Banner, we are here in good faith." The old man's gentle smile didn't change anything.

"Sincerity? You can't be talking about the sincerity of this Mr. mutant next to you, right? Looking at the old man with a false smile in front of him, Banner was noncommittal, and turned his head to look at the space not far in front of the old man. A powerful energy lurks there. Let him be vigilant in his heart.

Cracking sound!

In the transparent air around the old man, subtle currents were dissociating. Entangled, intertwined, weaving a blue barrier, the barrier disappeared, and a tall old man walked out.

"Magneto?" Looking at the visible figure, Banner frowned, then looked at the old man with a gentle smile, and said sarcastically: "It's really unscrupulous." ”

Magneto is a mutant, but he's not just an ordinary mutant. As a representative of the radical wing among mutants, he has absolutely no good reputation among humans, even worse than his infamous green monster. Those in the government are even more open fire on mutants for their own benefit. And now the two sides have come together. Sure enough, he is a politician who is desperate for the sake of profit. (To be continued.) )