Forty-three years ago, a man named Max Eisenhart, formerly known as Eric Lanshel, teamed up with villain giants such as Red Skull to kill almost all superheroes.

In order to achieve great things, Eric Lanshell did not hesitate to kill his beloved daughter with his own hands, and after the day of his fall, he was divided into several states and became a warlord.

And people generally prefer to call him by his other well-known nickname:

Magneto.

Fifty years into the wasteland, before the plot of the twilight wolf finds his homeland, Magneto, who is old and defenseless, has died at the hands of a fat black man who calls himself Jinju.

However, for now, although it is unknown if he is too old to use the mutant ability, he is still alive at this point in time.

"Of course I remember...... He led people to kill half of the Avengers. The stickman sitting on the edge of the bed somehow found a silver metal blind stick and held it in his hand.

Stroking the bandage wrapped around the stick for ease of gripping, Matt sighed softly.

The memory of that day will forever remain in his heart, the first to be attacked was the Avengers, and then all the hero organizations such as the X-Men and the Fantastic Four were attacked.

The most powerful heroes, such as Thor and Iron Man, were immediately besieged and fell.

As a relatively less famous street hero, he was not targeted, and forced his way out in the street fighting he was best at.

In the end, he was lucky enough to survive to this day.

If it weren't for the fact that White Night suddenly sent Quicksilver to his door, he actually planned to stay in the Chastity Wall Monastery and meditate for the rest of his life.

Because he's been doing this for almost forty years—since Bullseye gave him the fatal blow three years after the day it fell.

"Let's go, let me see what you're capable of."

Matt put on his sunglasses, tightened the Daredevil lining on his body, and said slowly.

The group soon drove to Salt Lake City, about 600 kilometers from Hammer City, formerly Las Vegas, and a seven- or eight-hour drive.

But the modified spider car is extremely fast, and the ability to fall off the cliff unscathed greatly shortens the distance required, and it can drive directly on countless cliffs.

Close to downtown Salt Lake City, it was dusk, and it was drizzling lightly.

The speed of the car gradually decreased, and everyone was able to observe the surroundings.

It's a far cry from the apocalyptic scene of the West, with many of the pre-war buildings preserved, the high-rise buildings on the street that look like they've been covered in ash, and the walls are covered with small potholes left by the wind and rain.

Lights were still on in many of the windows, and there were many hurried citizens busy with their work downstairs.

"I always felt something was wrong." Petro sat in the back seat and stared at the pedestrians outside, muttering that next to him was Matt.

Frank was driving as usual, while White Night sat in the passenger seat.

Although Salt Lake City has a bit of a pre-war appearance, everyone who walks by does not dare to look up at people with their eyes, and the posture of walking is weak, as if they have not eaten normal food for a long time.

When they heard the roar of the spider cart's engine, they only dared to glance at it from afar, and then quickened their pace to leave the street and enter the alley.

"This is Magneto's land." Matt next to him shook his head, although he has been living in seclusion in the Himalayas, he is still very concerned about the outside world.

Whether or not the Red Skull is still in power, whether Banner's greenskin thing died in his cave, and so on.....

Naturally, Magneto has ruled several states under his command over the past few decades, and even the Doctor Doom next door feels that he is a little brutal.

Spider cars weave between malnourished passers-by, tires gently running over dirty streets. The car continued onto a main road, and the streets were still quiet, and not many people were walking. The atmosphere in the car was a little tense, and everyone kept scanning their surroundings, alert to potential dangers.

However, when the spider car reached the end of the main road, it suddenly braked suddenly. Everyone except Matt couldn't help but look up, their eyes focused on the skyscraper at the end of the main road.

On that gloomy skyscraper, slender iron nails covered the walls, like cold blades, passing through the palms of hundreds of ordinary people, nailing them to the cold wall.

Their expressions contorted, and their cries and wails mingled throughout the neighborhood, but no one could hear their anguish for deliverance.

Their hands were firmly held in place by nails, but they clung to the painful nails, and their feet were resting on the rusty iron rods as their only support.

The blood of those innocent people was like a wailing hymn, gradually condensing into drops of crimson blood, which kept rising.

In the gloomy and rainy night, if someone could get closer, he could see the blood beads intertwined with some iron filings floating in the air, forming a strange and bloody picture.

The large characters on the walls, which were originally written in blood, gradually lost their color, as if they had been fading by the erosion of time, but as the blood beads and iron filings smeared on them, the characters once again showed a bleak glow.

Those large, brightly repainted characters are presented in front of everyone's eyes: mutants, the future.

"Looks like Magneto is probably insane."

Opening the car door, Bai Ye frowned and walked out of the car and said.

There were no pedestrians or lights around, except for the lone lamp that seemed to be lit on the top floor of the skyscraper.

It's no wonder that after blacking gold and killing Magneto in the future, he found a stadium and fed dinosaurs on the lawn every day, and there were still a bunch of people who supported him.

Without him, Magneto has been too inappropriate for decades.

In fact, if you think about it a little, you can understand why he became like this, forty-three years ago, in order to give mutants a place in this world, he killed his own daughter with his own hands and watched his son die in front of his eyes.

As a result, after paying such a high price, after finally winning a piece of land for the mutants, the number of mutants has continued to decline sharply, to the point that it is now no more than a hundred.

The so-called 'next stage of human evolution' boasted by mutants has also become a joke.

Part of the inspiration in the movie "Wolverine 3" comes from this, combined with the reason for the decrease in the number of mutants in the movie, I am afraid that the red skeleton of this universe has added some kind of medicine to the water source and food, which makes the birth rate of mutants lower and lower.

After getting out of the car in the white night, the punisher was the first to jump out of the car, holding a gun in his hand.

He looked at the men pinned to the skyscraper, his eyes burning with anger and his teeth clucking.

"No one is allowed to kill him, let me come."

With that, he took off his coat and threw it in the driver's seat, revealing the miserable white skull on the T-shirt on his chest.