Because of the appearance of Magneto, how long did the peace and order of the camp remain?

One-hit wonder!

When the fierce birds with white eyes, as well as dogs, and even the werewolves that rushed out of the dark forest like evil ghosts, they were like hammers smashing mirrors, easily shattering the fragile order and calmness.

Screaming!

Struggle!

Tussle!

Cry!

The area around the camp seemed to be an inferno invaded by demons in an instant.

Mutants weren't terrified by the strange invaders, they were truly horrified by the fact that their vaunted abilities had abandoned them like a betrayal at this moment. In other words, they are now like ordinary people with bare hands.

Like the gods who were once high and suddenly became mortals!

Magneto's body shook, and he felt that power! The kind of power he's ingrained in prison!

That's the power of leeches!

That's the terrifying power that can neutralize the abilities of a qiē mutant!

Once like him, he also succumbed to that power and tasted all the suffering.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out.

The first gunshot sounded as if a horn had been sounded, and the mutants in the inner circle, who had not been involved in the chaos for the time being, brought out a variety of guns and weapons nearby.

But the so-called gunshots only brought a small amount of peace of mind to the mutants around them. All mutants know that guns and bullets are not abundant in the camp. More mutants prefer to fight with their abilities rather than human-made weapons.

This is a subconscious idea, because under their abilities, firearms-type weapons are not very useful. But now, with their abilities inexplicably disappearing, this has almost become a fatal factor!

How many guns did their companions have?

How many bullets can these guns fire?

These bullets are facing enemies as fierce as evil spirits. And how much of a role can it make?

The mutants who shot didn't want to think about it, even if they saw it.

The mutants who listened to the gunshots didn't want to think about it, even if they could see it.

The only thing they want is that there will be enough bullets and the gunfire will not stop. Even if this means of counterattack did not serve much purpose, the gunshot rang out. At least they can feel a little bit of security when they have lost all their abilities.

In the shadows of the night, Magneto's Eric Lanshel's cold face was like a solemn sculpture, and his palms poked out in the direction of the helicopter's fall, the skin on his face twitching, showing a kind of struggle.

There was a whistling sound in the darkness in the distance, like the propellers of a helicopter cutting through the air in circles. The rumbling sound even overpowered the chaotic screams of the camp for a moment, but it was already filled with a withered gunfire.

Fragments of stump branches and broken leaves were cut and flew sideways.

A propeller pulled from a helicopter roared through the air, and with the gesture of Magneto Eric, it turned around in mid-air in the night. U-turn and crash into the raging horde of monsters.

The propeller rotates at high speed with the sound of the wind, cutting like the sharpest knife in the world! The horde of monsters that had been at ease under the rain of bullets collapsed in an instant under its spinning, and the flesh and blood were turned into a pulp, and the blood and flesh were churned together, and then splattered out like a torrent of swirling oars.

When the propeller, which symbolized death, stopped spinning and sank into the trunk of a towering tree, it spun and moved the trajectory of death. The bloody land was covered with bloody flesh and blood, and the stumps and severed arms.

Magneto Eric gasped heavily. He felt his body heat up, his muscles aching, and he was extremely tired. With his ordinary strength, it was easy to do what he had just done, but right now, he had a sense of powerlessness. He knew that he was also affected by the leech's abilities. I can barely use the ability under the ability of the leech. It was already one of the rare gains he had during his years in prison.

Magneto's behavior was like a needle thrown into the water, pulling back the fallen morale again. The stormy and violent sweep also gave all the mutants who were not caught up in the propeller's kill area a rare time to breathe and calm down.

Even if it may be short.

All the mutants gasped, snapped together with their companions, and retreated to the area where Magneto was. It's like those soldiers in the battlefield who subconsciously surround their king. Their eyes stared horrified into the darkness they saw, where there seemed to be the gasps of beasts, sharing the rhythm with the beating hearts in their chests.

They are not afraid of unknown enemies, but the premise of not being afraid is that they are capable. Having the ability means that they are wolves that can fight their enemies! The ability has disappeared inexplicably, and facing the demon-like monster just now, it means that they are lambs to the slaughter with no way to escape!

……

Selena glanced at the werewolves who were grabbing the trunks on either side, and the hand holding the gun tightened, and finally the muzzle of the gun fell under Meng Ao's men. She doesn't have a deep hatred for werewolves now, but the hunting habits that have been ingrained for hundreds of years are not so easy to get rid of for a while.

She looked at Meng Ao and said, "I don't remember when you humans were able to drive werewolves?" ”

"There's a lot you don't know, and you don't necessarily know much if you live a long time." Meng Ao said.

"You made them?" Selena stared at Meng Ao's side face.

"It's not me, I'm just providing a specially prepared leech virus." Meng Ao shook his head in denial.

"What about vampires? Do you also make vampires? Selena asked again.

"Don't ask me, I'm just one of the partners in that organization. Storm is not the only one in the world who has the ability to make biological weapons. And those who can become partners of S.H.I.E.L.D., each one has something to do with their own. ”

"I don't know if these are produced by S.H.I.E.L.D. or if one of their partners helped make them, if you want to know, look over here," Meng Ao said, taking a step back, swinging his head towards Natasha Romanov's position on the other side, and uttering the last two words: "Ask her!" ”

"I don't know anything, I'm only responsible for doing things." Looking at Selena's gaze, Natasha Romanoff replied lightly.

"You humans want us aliens to disappear, but you keep creating aliens." Selena muttered under her breath and stopped talking. In fact, she didn't have much time to speak, as they were already close to the battlefield.

From their position, they could already see the situation on the field by the light of the camp fire.

Meng Ao's gaze didn't need to be searched, and it automatically fell on a somewhat old middle-aged man.

That person's face was so tough, and his body was so tall in the crowd, so that the eyes that fell on him went back in time in a trance, and he saw the peak of his youth.

Like Charles, he was admired, adored, and followed in high places! But he was more arrogant than Charles. Charles dismisses the idea of coexistence and mutual assistance with humans, he is a fanatic who wants to occupy the throne of the world with his race, and in the eyes of such a person, there is nothing impossible.

Even if he had, even in a difficult situation, he never wavered in his will.

He was indeed a king.

A king who is outdated, but still sticks to his ideals like a knight.

He used to be extremely powerful, but now, Meng Ao only saw a weakness that could not be concealed. (To be continued......)

ps:ps: It seems that there are a lot of readers who want to explode, so let's try it. As a handicapped and lazy cancer patient, plead for a little encouragement. Two more per day, 4,000 words, and then recommend the accumulation of 1,000 plus 1 more, 100 plus 1 more, 20 plus 1 more for the monthly pass, as for the alliance leader or something, we will never expect extravagance.

Thanks to everyone, the book subscription finally didn't hit the street to grandma's house, and even according to the editor, it was not bad, so what, for this extremely important month for the new book, let's spell it down! Pleading for fire support......