In the silent corridor, the light rain outside the window knocked on the glass window, making a faint sound, and the gray wall, the dim light cast a faint halo.

In this dim light, the door at the end of the corridor was hidden, and a faint light came out of it.

It was a hospital room.

Under the light, some of the furniture and beds inside can be faintly seen, and only the faint sound of rain can be heard here.

The wind gently blew the hidden room open.

An old man with silver hair was lying on a hospital bed, his face looking slightly old, his hands calmly pressed against the quilt, his eyes closed, as if he was contemplating or resting.

He has a black number tattoo on his arm that looks like some kind of number, and a purple metal helmet on the bedside table at hand.

The old man opened his eyes suddenly, and there were suddenly four more reflections in his bloodshot blue eyes.

This sudden vision caused the old man's already busy brain to crash a little, and he began to struggle to make sense of what was happening in front of him.

Today's hallucinations came too early, and in the past the ghosts crawled out of his memories only when he was almost asleep.

And not when he punished those inferior species.

But he calmed down and began to analyze the hallucinations in front of him one by one, acting as a spice to pass the time.

The old man on the far left with a metal stick can kill him with the slightest movement of his fingers.

The two men in the middle couldn't see anything famous, and the skull seemed familiar, but that familiarity quickly slipped out of their thoughts.

And the fourth... Fourth ......

The old man lying on the hospital bed, when he saw the fourth hallucinator, the familiar face with the same silver hair as his own appeared in front of him, his eyes widened, and he was at a loss for a moment.

His thoughts began to be confused, as if he had been touched by something important, and then his face distorted and he began to weep bitterly.

The nails that had been nailed to the poor people outside the building also loosened and fell off, and their weak legs could no longer support themselves on the two iron rods, and then they fell.

But before their faces made close contact with the ground, everyone smiled with relief.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and the uncontrollable emotions made the old man lose control, and sobbing cries echoed in the ward: "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry for you guys......"

The punisher looked at the old man lying on the bed crying, his face did not fluctuate in the slightest, only indifference. He pulled his pistol from his waist, the transparent part of the gun gleaming.

He carries a gun and bullets that do not contain any metal materials with him all year round, just for this kind of time.

"I thought the Magneto I killed wasn't supposed to be a bed-lying psychopath."

With a hint of anger, his gaze locked on the old man's forehead, and the muzzle of the gun moved upward.

"Bang"

A gunshot pierced the silence of the room, blood splattered the white beds, and the lights in the room went out, plunging the entire building into complete darkness, and the rain continued to fall.

The figures of the four appeared on the street a few seconds later, and there was still no light or human figure here, except for countless scattered corpses on the ground near the building.

"And then? Magneto is dead, what's next? ”

The old stick said slowly, after saying that, he hammered his back, he was really a little old and couldn't stand the toss of Quicksilver running with people.

However, he cared more about what the white night in front of him wanted to do next than the discomfort in his back.

Frank's performance is human, but it's not what the stick wants.

There is absolutely no shortage of revenge and blood in this world.

"Tomorrow morning, the rain will stop, and the citizens of Salt Lake City will find the bodies on the ground." Bai Ye wiped the raindrops on his forehead, and the cool feeling seeped into his skin.

"At first, they would think it was yet another brutal outpouring by their master."

"After a while, the servants who served Magneto will find out that he is dead, and those who have been preparing to succeed Magneto will rise up."

Mart nodded, reaching out to wipe the raindrops off his sunglasses, although he didn't need and didn't have eyesight, he was no different from ordinary people in this little habit of life.

"That sounds like it was when Magneto was there?" Sticker asked.

Bai Ye waved his hand to signal Frank and Pietro to get into the car, and then looked at the old man standing in the rain like himself and said calmly:

"There are still some differences, in order to win people's hearts, they will temporarily be better to the people under their hands, and at the same time, there are few people who can do it to the same level as Lao Wan."

"And it's only temporary, we'll be back here soon."

"Really?" Matt shrugged, a little dismissive of Bai Ye's words, "So what are you going to do next?" To kill the Hulk? ”

"If that's the case, spare my old bones."

In the vast wasteland, there are four of the biggest supervillains, in order from left to right: Hulk - Magneto - Doctor Doom - Red Skull

Now that Magneto is dead, geographically the closest is the Hulklands next door.

Bai Ye quietly listened to the teasing words of the stick, he didn't speak, just silently raised the purple metal helmet in his hand and looked at it carefully.

After Frank sends a bullet into Magneto's head, White Night doesn't rush to leave, but gets what he wants first.

The helmet protects the wearer from all forms of telepathic and psionic damage.

Wanda wouldn't read other people's minds because of her moral level, but no one else in the wasteland, good or bad, wasn't necessarily the case.

And such a good thing ... It's a bit too extravagant to just use it for one person.

"No, we're not going to go to the Hulk, let's have fun with the greenskins for a while." Bai Ye said and put on the helmet, he had checked it before, there were no traps on it, and it was clean. 、

After moving his neck and getting used to the feeling of multiple things on his head, he pulled the car door and sat in the passenger seat, and said to the old Daredevil who was still standing outside, "Let's go find an old X-Men friend first, and then you will agree with me." ”

After hesitating for a few seconds, Matt sighed: "It's done." ”

Then I got in the car.

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By a ravine in the middle of the desert, several identical-looking men stood together, their hairstyles, the bandages on their foreheads, and their appearances, as if they were replicas of the same person.

The identical men were struggling to carry several corpses, which had begun to decompose, but they could still see similarities with the group.

The men carried the corpse towards a large pit dug out with a shovel in front of them, and there were faint whispers and curses coming from their mouths

However, the sounds were faint due to the desolate sound of the wind and the surging air currents above the corpses.

Suddenly, they stopped what they were doing at the same time, raised their heads together, and their eyes focused on the yellow sand in the distance.

There seemed to be a low roar of engines.