Oloro's anger and resistance immediately blasted Professor X out of his mind.

Her own psionic power is not bad.

In addition, Charles didn't want to kill Oro directly, so he let her drive him away. Professor X took off the brainwave instrument with a helpless expression, because he was just linked to the thinking of the X-Men, so everyone heard Oloro's scolding, and most of the people's expressions were a little subtle and embarrassed.

How so......

Everyone's parents have indeed done some disgraceful things, and the previous generations have done it, and they can't be cheeky to say that they haven't done it, and people who grew up in the war will always think more after experiencing the war themselves, and they won't be completely shameless.

Moreover, this group of them really fought for the righteousness of mankind and for the continuation of civilization, united under this banner, and did not become angry when they were scolded, but quickly exchanged each other's views in their minds.

Acknowledge mistakes, reflect, correct and keep improving.

This era cannot be avoided, and only by facing it can we unite all civilizations that are willing to tide over the difficulties together and form a true United States mentality.

The X-Men aren't just reckless men with power.

After being called up by the government, they also automatically have the political resources to match the war, and if they don't, as a newly rising class force, they will 100% tear the old class alive.

This is no joke.

Soviet Russia has already performed an epic disaster movie called superstructure to everyone decades ago, but it doesn't dare to do a second similar thing.

"We'll talk about that later, we'll have to help Oloro first."

Professor X temporarily revealed the matter, and he was scolded and figured out something.

"Just now Oloro said that someone was chasing her, is it because our people don't listen to the command?"

In the link of thought, Professor X, who links the X-Men and the command headquarters, can easily share information, and this level of operational information transmission is at least fifty years ahead of this era.

"I'm not moving here."

The Demonic Girl in charge of the movement of the front-line tactical team hurriedly spoke.

She really didn't make any small moves, chasing a psionic person was risky, she had already ordered it properly.

"Not our people."

The command of the American team quickly sensed the clues based on the reports of the front-line personnel.

"Eric?" When Professor X is indecided, he calls out for a good friend.

"Relax, Charles, I'm watching." Suspended two thousand meters in the air, surrounded by airships to provide link support, Magneto, who acts as a space-based weapon, quietly hides in the clouds and mist, locking on a certain area below.

He couldn't see it with the naked eye, though.

But the electromagnetic induction is clear, and Oloro, the hapless kind, is being hunted down by a group of armed men of unknown power.

Not to mention.

The guys of this group of militants are quite good, not much worse than the guys under the Emperor of the Soil in Cairo, but this quality is a little worrying. Accustomed to seeing the bloody slaughter of the Sadistic Demon Army, the army that can withstand the seventy percent mortality rate of the organization personnel and carry out a brutal counterattack, looking at these third-rate armed personnel, Magneto really feels spicy.

….

If you chase people, you chase people, oh oh ah, what is the ghost called?

And who did you learn this belief in marksmanship?

Is it useful to shoot at the sky and spit on the target?

Such militants, even if there are thousands of them, Magneto is confident that even if he does not use psionic energy and leads a team of twenty US troops, he can disperse them, then chase them down and then slowly annihilate them. To put it bluntly, the military literacy of this group of people is not qualified at all, they are purely thugs with guns, not soldiers.

But the group is numerous.

In the city, Ororo, a psyker, was still driven around, and even in danger, Ororo was almost shot by an inexplicable stray bullet several times.

She had to call the wind frequently to bombard the group.

In a hurry, he couldn't charge his strength, and it was difficult for the young Oloro to call the wind and rain and summon lightning at will. And the group of militants who are struggling to hunt her down seem to know this, so they don't give Oloro a chance to recharge, which leads to this rather comical urban parkour scene.

If it is made into a Hollywood blockbuster, the visual effect must be good.

"Do you want me to do it?"

Magneto thought Oloro was funny, and although his mouth was dirty, he was now jumping up and down below, playing monkey like a monkey, and he was quite happy.

"Wait a minute......

Professor X has got new news here.

"Eric, don't kill all those armed men, leave some tongues behind."

"No problem."

Then, there is no then.

On this day, the entire people of Cairo saw the golden and fire-colored chains falling from the sky, the metal storm composed of the chain of aviation cannon shells, under the electromagnetic guidance of Magneto, fell from the sky with great precision, pierced the ceiling and walls, splashed two meters of dust on the ground, and tore the human body like an invisible sword.

In an instant, the entire street became a living purgatory.

Countless broken limbs and organs spilled on the ground, the smell of burnt flesh wafted everywhere, and the land with few survivors was filled with the howls of mad fear.

This scene directly frightened people.

It also gave this relatively comfortable city a hard experience of what is called a desperate war frontline scene. Under Magneto's precise control, he achieved zero accidental damage and 100% hits, and the power he could exert in the army was far stronger than the barbaric use of psionic energy.

Oloro, who was hiding in the house, looked at the scene outside and couldn't help but swallow.

It's brutal!

She instinctively wanted to stay away from this hell, but the coercion that fell from the sky made her stop abruptly. Oloro sensed that the psionic who had just guided this terrible fire strike was hovering directly above her, and as soon as she moved, the other party followed suit, and the meaning of her warning was self-evident.

If you can't run, just cooperate obediently.

Oloro knew the times well and stood still.

And when the follow-up American troops drove into the street, some of the soldiers showed expressions that they couldn't bear to look at directly, they came to clean up the broken corpses.

With the complaints, the finishing touches began.

No one noticed that one of the soldiers in the finishing work had secretly hidden a little bit in the test tube he carried with him while picking up the broken body pieces. On the test tube, the logo of the Umbrella Company was faintly visible, and soon in the camp where the Umbrella was guarded, the fragments of the corpses of local Cairoes were brought in without anyone noticing.

The master of subspace in the American comics.

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