Chapter 81 The Death of Magneto

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

In this dim light, the door at the end of the corridor was half-closed, and a faint light came out from inside.

That was a ward.

Under the light, some furniture and beds inside could be vaguely seen, and only the faint sound of raindrops could be heard here.

The wind gently blew open the half-closed room.

A silver-haired old man was lying on the bed. His face looked a little old. His hands were calmly pressed on the quilt, and his eyes were closed, as if he was meditating or resting.

There was a line of black digital tattoos on his arm, which looked like some kind of number. There was a purple metal helmet on the bedside table next to him.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and four reflections suddenly appeared in his bloodshot blue eyes.

This sudden illusion made the old man's already busy brain a little down, and he began to try to understand everything that was happening in front of him.

Today's hallucination came too early. In the past, these ghosts crawling out of his memory would only come to him when he was about to fall asleep.

Rather than when he was punishing those lower species.

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

The old man holding a metal stick on the far left could kill him with just a slight move of his fingers.

The two people in the middle were unknown. The skull seemed familiar, but the familiarity quickly slipped from his mind.

And the fourth one.

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

His thoughts began to become confused, as if he was touched by something important, and then his face twisted and he burst into tears.

The iron nails that nailed those poor people outside the building also loosened and fell off. Their weak legs could hardly support themselves on the two iron bars, and then they fell.

However, before the face came into close contact with the ground, everyone showed a relieved smile.

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

The Punisher looked at the old man lying on the bed crying, his face did not fluctuate at all, only indifference. He pulled out a pistol from his waist, and the transparent parts on the gun body flickered faintly.

He always carried a gun and bullets without any metal materials on his body, just for such a time.

"I thought the Magneto I killed should not be a mental patient lying in bed."

He had a hint of anger, his eyes were fixed on the old man's forehead, and the muzzle of the gun also moved up.

"Bang"

A gunshot broke the silence of the ward, blood was sprinkled all over the white bed, and the lights in the room went out, leaving the whole building completely dark, and the rain was still falling.

The figures of the four people appeared on the street a few seconds later. There was still no light or figure here, but there were countless broken bodies on the ground near the building.

"Then what? Magneto is dead, what's next?" The old stick man said slowly, and then he hammered his back. At his age, he really couldn't stand the toss of Quicksilver running with people. But compared with the discomfort in his back, he cared more about what Bai Ye wanted to do next. Frank's behavior was in line with human nature, but it was not what the stick man wanted. This world is definitely not short of revenge and blood. "Early 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 penetrated into his skin. "At first, they will think that this is another brutal venting of their master." "And after a while, the servants who serve Magneto will discover the fact that he is dead, and those who have been prepared to replace Magneto will also rise." Matt nodded and reached out to wipe the raindrops on his sunglasses. Although he didn't need and had no eyesight, he was no different from ordinary people in this little habit of life. "It sounds like there is no difference from when Magneto was here?" asked the old man with the stick.

Bai Ye waved to Frank and Pietro to get in 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 treat their subordinates better. At the same time, there are not many people who can do as much as Magneto."

"Besides, this is only temporary. We will be back here soon."

"Really?" Matt shrugged, somewhat disapproving of Bai Ye's words, "Then what are you going to do next? Kill Hulk?"

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

In the vast wasteland, there are a total of four biggest super villains who are ruling in the order from left to right: Hulk-Magneto-Doctor Doom-Red Skull

Now that Magneto is dead, the closest one is the Hulk Land next door from a geographical point of view.

Bai Ye listened quietly to the teasing words of the old man with the stick. He did not speak, but just silently raised the purple metal helmet in his hand and looked at it carefully.

After Frank put a bullet into Magneto's head, Bai Ye did not rush to leave, but took what he wanted first.

This helmet can protect the wearer from all forms of telepathy and psionic damage.

Wanda will not read other people's minds because of her moral level, but other people in the wasteland are not necessarily good or bad.

And such a good thing would be a bit too extravagant for only one person.

"No, we won't go looking for Hulk, let's let those greenskins have fun for a while longer." Bai Ye said and put on the helmet. He checked it before taking it. There were no traps on it and it was very clean. .

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

After hesitating for a few seconds, Matt sighed: "Let's do it."

Then got in the car.

Next to a canyon in the desert, several men who looked exactly the same stood together. Their hairstyles, bandages on their foreheads, and looks were all the same, as if they were copies of the same person.

And these identical people were working hard to carry several corpses. The corpses had begun to rot, but they could still see similarities with this group of people.

The group of men carried the body toward the large hole dug with shovels in front of them, and there were faint whispers and curses coming from their mouths.

However, due to the desolate wind and the surge of air above the corpse, these sounds were very vague.

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

There seemed to be a low roar of an engine over there.

Thank you to the book friends for drinking Mingyue Shuang together for the 100-point reward, and thanking the book friends for sending the waiter for the 200-point reward.

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