8 p.m., Eastern Washington.

Outside a dilapidated and abandoned Christian church, strange people walked in one after another, and an army-green jeep was parked on the side of the road.

Three men got out of the car, all cloaked, but looking at the figures, it was two adults and a child, who was held in the arms of one of the thinner figures, and they also walked towards the church. "You! You stop me, you're not ......"

In the inner door, there was a scantily clad mulatto black girl, with a lot of tattoos on her body, a black collar, and a long ponytail, and she was looking at the thin cloaked man, her face suddenly changed, and she wanted to uncover his hood.

However, the eyes in the hood of the cloak shone like starlight, and a deep voice floated out, a voice that carried the magic that could tempt people to fall into the abyss.

"No, we're friends, we can go in, right?"

The mixed-race black woman was stunned for a moment, stretched out half of her hand and took it back, she nodded, her eyes skimmed over the three of them, and looked at the others in the queue behind her.

The three of them found a place in the corner of the church and sat quietly, as if the people around them could not see them at all, as if the three of them did not exist here.

"You're getting more and more sophisticated."

A pair of beast-like yellow pupils peeked out from under the hood of one of the cloaks, and only a few people knew his identity, a mutant whose nickname was the Blue Devil.

"Alright, Kete, Yue'er, keep quiet, the speech is about to begin."

Leus rubbed the little girl's head in his arms, his eyes wandering over everyone around him, and finally settled on the pulpit at the back of the church, but now it was not a missionary, but a thin-faced middle-aged man in a jacket.

"Regarding today's news, how do we respond as mutants?" He pointed out the theme.

"That's what I think, we should unite and demand that the people in power be informed, that a committee should be set up to negotiate with the government, that they don't understand what it means to be mutants, and that we need to let them know that we want to maintain the status quo. Guys, you have to listen, they won't accept us......" The middle-aged man's tone began to agitate.

"They're going to exterminate us!"

"No, it's voluntary."

Nearly 100 mutants here also expressed their opinions one after another, and for a while, it was like a vegetable market.

The middle-aged man gestured excitedly with his hands, and he said, "No one has said anything about extermination, it's just ......"

At this moment, Leus's body in the corner of the church tensed almost imperceptibly, only Yue'er, who was sitting on his lap, felt it, and she followed his gaze to the row of seats at the entrance of the church.

"No one will say it! Because they will do it directly! ”

An old, calm, but powerful voice rang out, and a tall, thin old man with gray hair stood up from his seat, dressed in black leather armor and cloak, and strode to the church pulpit.

"You will continue to live in this way, until one day, when night falls, they will come to you on their own initiative."

This old man was Magneto, and in the corner, Leus's eyes were focused on him.

"Excuse me." The middle-aged man who was robbed of the limelight intends to take it back.

Magneto just flicked his fingers, and a bit of metal on his body made him obediently stay where he was, and Magneto continued to say to the mutants here, "Only then will you realize that their extermination has already begun while you are still talking about the Organizing Committee. ”

"Don't make this stupid mistake, brothers, they're not mutants, they're going to strike first, they're going to force us to be healed!"

Magneto's gaze was as sharp as a falcon, sweeping over all the mutants here, and he continued, "The only question is, will you join my brotherhood and fight alongside you, or do nothing and wait for extinction to come?" ”

"Who are you going to help? Who to champion? Mankind...... Or are we? ”

After speaking, the white-haired old man put the corner of his black shawl on his shoulders and walked slowly to the exit of the church, ignoring the church meeting that had been disturbed by him.

But at the same time, several mutants who are more prestigious in the mutant circle here are also heading for the exit.

"You're so tightly dressed, and you're talking pretty explicitly."

"Since you're so proud of mutants, what about your mark?"

Two men and a woman stopped Magneto, and the woman among them was a mixed-race black woman who had been inspecting the people attending the meeting at the door before.

Magneto looked at them, rolled up his cuffs, showed them the Nazi code imprint on his arm for Jewish mutants, and said, "I've been marked once, my dear, and I'll make sure it never happens again." ”

"Do you know who you're talking to?" The hedgehog-headed man looked at Magneto very unceremoniously, tilted his head, and suddenly his entire head burst out with sharp spikes like hedgehogs.

Magneto just smiled slightly, and as his eyes moved, the iron buckle of the leather jacket on the hedgehog-headed man began to squeeze into his body continuously, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead, and he hurriedly called to stop.

"Show, what are you capable of?" Magneto looked at the black woman with a very graceful smile.

With a few swishing sounds, the figure of the black woman moved to several locations in succession in a second, leaving behind an afterimage of one place, which was moving at high speed.

"That's your talent?" Magneto's expression was calm, and he didn't feel that strong.

She pouted and said, "Not only that, I know you can control the metal, I also know that there are eighty-nine mutants here, none of whom have reached the third level, except for you and a little girl." ”

"Can you sense the other mutants and their abilities, can you help me find someone?" Magneto looked interested.

"If you're looking for a Demonic Woman, I can help you."

At this moment, two cloaked men came out of the dark corner, one of them took off his hood, revealing a face with delicate features, this is a young man with a gentle and calm temperament and a tall figure.

"Are you...... Plum? Magneto frowned, he had some impression of the young man.

"It's me, this is her escort route, we'll see you again."

Leus walked to the exit, and as he passed Magneto, he took a note from his cloak and slipped it into his pocket, before quietly leaving with his companion.

"Did Charles ask you to come?"

Magneto froze, and it wasn't until the figures of Leus and his companions were about to disappear that he suddenly shouted at a loud voice.

"No, it's just me. Maybe you don't care, but I still remember that night, you saved me, and I have to return the favor. ”

Leus waved his hand from afar, and the voice rang in Magneto's head.

As he opened the door, Leus paused, smiled at the deserted wall not far away, and then slipped into the jeep.

After more than ten seconds, the wall seemed to move, and a pair of eyes blinked, but disappeared in an instant, as if it were just a phantom illusion.

The jeep drove on a quiet night road, with only one large and one small in the car.

"Sir, do you know the man at the wall?"

"Yes, an old friend."