Chapter 403 Superhero! Company Opening!

Magneto scanned the surroundings, the white walls made of concrete, in this pentagonal room of only a dozen square meters, he could not sense the existence of any metal.

In order to prevent him from escaping, the guns of the security personnel outside were made of plastic. In addition, the prison where he was located was located at the bottom of the Pentagon, hundreds of meters away from the ground.

This distance means that even if he spreads the magnetic field to the maximum, it is difficult to sense the metal on the surface. In short, Magneto's ability has a certain directionality. If he is given a target, he can twist the satellite dish on the top even if it is a satellite antenna several kilometers away.

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

In short, the reason is that Magneto's ability is not strong enough, or he has not fully tapped his potential.

"Since you don't know anything, you'd better stay here." The guard stood on the glass, looked at Magneto under his feet, shook his head with disdain, then turned around and walked out the door.

"Wait for me, do you really think I can't get out?" Magneto had a cold face and clenched the photo in his hand into a ball. At this moment, the raging anger surged in his chest, "You have trapped me for ten years, it should be enough."

Under the violent emotional fluctuations, an invisible magnetic field, with Magneto as the center, beat and spread upward like a surging tide!

At this time, some tourists who were visiting the Pentagon noticed something unusual. The keys on their waists suddenly shook for some reason, as if something under the floor was attracting them. In addition, inside the invisible wall, the criss-crossing steel bars actually made a slight sound that would only be produced when the metal was deformed.

"I don't believe it! I can't get out!" Magneto gritted his teeth, turned his hatred into motivation, and frantically urged 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 because of exhaustion. There was no way. After all, he was hundreds of meters away from the ground, and there were concrete, soil and other things in the middle. Unless his ability was strengthened by Apocalypse, or his potential exploded several levels, he could hardly shake the Pentagon above.

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

Of course, Nicholson and others at this time did not know Magneto's thoughts. The strange situation just now lasted only a few seconds and was regarded as an illusion by many people.

The president's car, an extended black Lincoln, was heading towards the White House.

"Based on the changes in Eric's micro-expressions, the technical department can basically determine that he does not know Massacre and Homelander. Mr. President, it seems that we have made this trip in vain." The guard whispered.

"It's not a wasted trip. Since Eric doesn't know him, he may be Charles's man."

Nixon frowned slightly, thinking about whether to send someone to monitor Charles.

"By the way, how did you investigate Jervis?" After the White House incident, he immediately asked his confidant to investigate the contact person on the business card. It turned out that it was Jervis, the president of a newspaper called Weiss Daily.

The guard had a gloomy face and shook his head slowly, "Nothing can be found, just like Massacre and Homelander, their identity information is blank. I guess they are either illegal immigrants or have had plastic surgery. In short, there is no information about the three of them in the national database."

"Have you compared DNA?" Nixon asked.

"Not yet. The main reason is that we can't collect their blood, hair and other DNA samples."

"Leave this to the CIA. They are professionals in this area."

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Two months later, a sudden piece of heavy news was like a boulder hitting the water, splashing countless waves. In an instant, public opinion across the United States was like a ignited barrel of explosives, bang, and exploded!

For a time, countless media reporters rushed to a newly opened company like a swarm of bees, blocking its door.

"Mr. Gervis, is your company's main business really related to mutants as the newspaper said? Why did you choose to start a mutant company? As we all know, mutants are different from us humans. They have extraordinary abilities, which means they are destined to easily stir up some chaos."

One of the tall blond female reporters squeezed out of the crowd, then took the microphone and said to Xia Shang on the stage.

"Don't worry, I won't run away." Xia Shang smiled, looked at the female reporter, and invited her to come to him.

"First of all, I can tell you clearly here that the main business of the Jier Group is not mutants."

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

"Aren't you kidding us? It's clearly written in your newspaper that the Jier Group recruits mutants and its business is related to mutants." A male reporter said indignantly.

"That's right, we came all the way here, and you told me it was a mistake?"

Faced with the condemnation of the crowd, Xia Shang calmly stretched out his hand to press down until the noisy voice slowly subsided, and then he spoke again: "Everyone, I have to correct your point of view. To be precise, the main business of Jier Company is superheroes, not mutants. Please don't confuse the two."

"Superhero?" In the crowd, a handsome man wearing a black leather jacket and medium-length hair was playing with a poker card. The poker card with the suit of K was like a fluttering butterfly in his fingers, passing back and forth, looking quite flexible, as if it was given life.

"It's a pity that you don't go to Las Vegas with this skill."

A young man with silver hair smiled at the side. His appearance was a bit like a swimmer about to enter the water. He had goggles on his forehead to fix his hair, and a pair of headphones hung around his neck, looking very fashionable.

"What a coincidence, I just came from Las Vegas." The man flicked his fingertips and instantly shot the playing cards into his sleeves. It felt like a magic trick, and the playing cards disappeared in the blink of an eye. (End of this chapter)