Magneto glanced around him, the white walls made of poured concrete, and he couldn't perceive any metal in the pentagonal room, which was only a dozen square meters.

Even in order to prevent him from escaping, the guns of the security personnel outside are made of plastic, and, in addition, the prison where he is located is located at the lowest level of the Pentagon, hundreds of meters from the ground.

This distance means that even if he spreads the magnetic field to the maximum, it will be difficult to sense the metal on the surface, in short, Magneto's ability has a certain directivity, if he is given a target, even if it is a satellite dish several kilometers away, he can twist the satellite pot at the top of it.

But now he is trapped in the bottom prison, surrounded by either plastic, tiles, or concrete and other things he can't control, if he wants to escape, he can only keep his magnetic field like a tentacle to probe up, but this is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, and even if he senses the existence of metal, it is difficult to control it deep into the ground to save himself.

All in all, the reason is that Magneto's ability is not strong enough, or rather, he has not fully tapped his potential.

"Since you don't know anything, you might as well stay here." The guard stood on the glass, looked at Magneto at his feet, shook his head disdainfully, and then turned around and walked towards the door.

"Wait for me, do you really think I can't get out?" Magneto grimaced, clutching the photo in his hand, and at this moment, the monstrous anger surged in his chest, "It's been enough for me to trap me for ten years." ”

Under the violent mood swings, an invisible magnetic field, centered on Magneto, flapped and spread upwards like a surging tide!

At this time, in the Pentagon, some tourists who were visiting noticed something abnormal, the key on their waists suddenly shook for some reason, as if something under the floor was attracting them, and in addition, inside the invisible wall, those criss-crossing steel bars actually made a slight sound that only occurs when metal is deformed.

"I don't believe it! I can't get out! Magneto gritted his teeth and turned his hatred into motivation, frantically urging his own abilities to try to pull up the entire Pentagon.

You know, in the original plot, he lifted the entire stadium.

However, after a few breaths, he staggered back a few steps due to exhaustion, there was no way, after all, he was hundreds of meters above the ground, and the middle was full of concrete, dirt and other things, unless his ability was strengthened by the apocalypse, or his potential exploded several notches, he could barely shake the Pentagon above.

"If it doesn't work once, just twice, it will always succeed." The massacre and the appearance of the motherland really stimulated this former mutant leader, in Magneto's opinion, if his own ability is not even as good as that of his future subordinates, how can he convince the public? Isn't it a joke that he's the leader?

Of course, at this time, Nickerson and the others didn't know what Magneto was thinking, and the strange situation just now only lasted for a few seconds, which was regarded as an illusion by many people.

The president's car, an extended black Lincoln, is heading in the direction of the White House.

"According to the change in Eric's micro-expression, the technical department can basically determine that he does not know the massacre, and the motherland, Mr. President, it seems that we have run in vain this time." The guard whispered.

"It's not for nothing, since Eric doesn't know him, then he may be Charles's man."

Nickerson frowned slightly, wondering if he should send someone to spy on Charles.

"By the way, how did you check on Jervis?" After the White House incident, he immediately asked his henchmen to investigate the contact on the business card, and it turned out that it was the president of the newspaper named Vess Daily, Jervais.

The guard had a gloomy face and shook his head slowly, "I can't find out, it's the same as the massacre and the motherland, the identity information is blank, I guess they are either smugglers, or they have plastic surgery, in short, there is no information related to the three of them in the national database." ”

"Have you compared your DNA?" Nickerson asked.

"Not yet, mainly because we can't collect DNA samples from their blood, hair, etc."

"It's up to the CIA guys, and they're professional in that."

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Two months later, a sudden blockbuster news hit the water like a boulder, splashing countless waves, and in an instant, public opinion in the United States was like a keg of dynamite that had been ignited, bang, exploded!

All of a sudden, countless media reporters flocked to a newly opened company like a swarm of bees, blocking its door.

"Mr. Jervais, is your company's main business really related to mutants, as the newspaper says? Why did you choose to start a mutant company? As we all know, mutants are different from us humans in that they have extraordinary abilities, which dooms them to provoke some chaos easily. ”

One of them, a blonde and blue-eyed, tall female reporter, struggled to squeeze out of the crowd, and then took the microphone and said to Xia Shang on the stage.

"Don't worry, I won't run." Xia Shang smiled, looked at the female reporter, and invited the other party to come to his side.

"First of all, I can clearly tell you here that the main business of the Gyer Group is not a mutant."

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar in the audience.

"Aren't you kidding us? Obviously, your newspaper says that the Gyer Group recruits mutants, and its business is related to mutants. A male reporter was not angry.

"That's it, we came all the way here, and you told me it was an oolong?"

In the face of the condemnation of everyone in the audience, Xia Shang calmly stretched out his hand and pressed down, until the noisy voice slowly subsided, and then he spoke again: "Everyone, I have to correct your opinion, to be precise, the main business of Jer's company is superheroes, not mutants, please don't confuse the two." ”

"Superheroes?" In the crowd, a handsome man in a black leather coat with medium-long hair was playing with a playing card, and saw the playing card of the suit of king, like a fluttering butterfly in his fingers, wearing it and around, looking quite flexible, as if given life.

"It's a shame that you don't have the technology to go to Las Vegas."

On the side, a young man with silver hair smiled, his style is a bit like a swimmer about to enter the water, with a goggle pinned to his forehead to fix his hair, and a pair of headphones around his neck, which looks very stylish.

"Coincidentally, I just came from Las Vegas." The man's fingertips flicked slightly, and he instantly shot the playing cards into the cuffs, giving people the feeling of magic, and the playing cards disappeared in the blink of an eye. (End of chapter)