Chapter 117

The real masters of the world never thought that mutants would become any big trouble.

It seems that the total number of millions of mutants is terrible! It's a power that destroys the sky and destroys the earth. It's very dangerous! The future direction of human evolution is magnificent! But in fact, only one tenth of the total human population, and more than 90% of them are only different from ordinary people in appearance. They don't even have any practical powers.

How can such a group of people be called a major human problem? At best, mankind's means to deal with them are just the one to deal with terrorists. In other words, their greatest threat is just the one that extremists can do. terrorist attack! assassination! destruction!

Mutants have great potential, but they are essentially just a group of unstable elements among humans. If they unite, they are still a bit tricky, but this group is also full of contradictions and extremely confused. They are like a concentrated human society, with frequent contradictions among themselves.

Such a group, who wants to threaten the world, the real master of the country, and the group who controls the operation of the society and the real power, is far from enough!

We are all millions of people in a minute. We are all big people who master the global financial lifeline, stamp their feet and affect millions of life plans. We have tens of billions of wealth. It's no use to hang out with the lower class of mutants. We have no money, no power and even lack of influence. What human rights do we play and what power do we talk about.

In their view, the real destination of mutants should be to make outstanding contributions to the extension and health of human life, the progress of scientific research, or their physical health and industrial development in the laboratory and on the operating table. Instead of making social progress, doing scientific research, or promoting the development of human society!

But all this ends in a name called Apocalypse!

In the underground base of Philadelphia, the deep buried nuclear bunker is a well-equipped underground base. It is designed for the dignitaries and rich to continue to live comfortably in this world in the event of nuclear war in the future. However, the designers at that time were far from so rich in imagination and could predict the absurd crisis of life and death.

It must be hard for them to imagine that the most powerful men in the world came here not for their physical survival and comfort, but for the appendages other than the body, the things that really represent their existence, power, status and wealth.

People here can accept death, but they can't accept living without anything.

In the base, there is a room without metal at all. This is to prevent special attacks, such as the attack of high-frequency electromagnetic waves. It is also because there is a kind of person who will be quite dangerous where there is metal, such as magneto Wang sitting on the left side of the room.

The old man sitting on the right side, his hands crossed, padded under his chin, with his right thumb wearing a burning gem, is half lifting and touching his loose submaxillary skin. The old man's eyes were half open and half closed. He seemed to be looking at magneto, but he didn't seem to be.

The jewel of the old man's thumb crossed his skin and felt the cold breath. He hesitated and said, "Eric, too many changes have taken place in just a few days. I want to hear your opinion. What do you think?"

"Ask me? Do you want me to sing praises for your grave diggers? Your destruction is at hand, and the good days are over! What do you think of me?" magneto's voice was steady and powerful, his eyes showed a sarcastic smile, and looked at the self calm old man: "mutants are ending the glory of mankind. We are the best in the sun, aren't we?"

"No! Mutants are just a group of clowns. I thought so in the past. Now, when the Apocalypse comes, I think so too. I'm not wrong. Even the Apocalypse despises you, don't I? His strength comes not from ability, but from something deeper, human wisdom."

"He is proud of his human identity. He shows the power of science. We are the future, and mankind is the future..."

"But he is still a mutant!" magneto interrupted. "Even if he doesn't admit it, he is indeed our brother and our glory. He shows the stronger side of the mutant and makes us realize the power of wisdom, which can only show that the mutant has more potential than human beings in this power."

The plastic ashtray in front of the old man suddenly floated up, swirling between magneto and the old man, "is it a mutant if there is a power? Is the Apocalypse a mutant? I also have a power, am I a mutant? This is the power of science. The Apocalypse can do this. The power is a miracle for you, but it is only a kind of research for him."

"Who are your friends and who are your enemies? Eric, you have to recognize that."

Magneto fell silent. A repressive force destroyed the ashtray in front of the old man. The electromagnetic force completely dissociated the plastic from the molecular level, and a pool of white powder flew among them.

The old man didn't seem surprised. He calmly sat in front of magneto and smiled: "Eric, your strength has improved again. You really surprise me often."

"The Apocalypse may be my enemy, but human beings are far from being my friends!" magneto looked at the old man and said in a low voice, perhaps because of fear or touching a chord. There is an irrecoverable weakness in his voice. But soon, magneto straightened his waist and restrained this vulnerability, saying, "I have only one position, that is, the position of the mutant, and I have only one determination, that is, the determination of the mutant."

"We are not your enemies, Eric. Don't forget that you are not only a mutant, but also a Jew!" the old man looked at him with a trace of approval in his tone: "You are our compatriots, you are our brothers, we are not your enemies, we are your relatives. In addition to mutants, you also need to stand in a Jewish position and consider issues."

"Jews are only the past, and mutants are the future!"

"The future?" the old man chuckled, "mutants are never the future, just a group of eliminated waste. Don't regard the power of apocalypse as the power of mutants. You were born in the system, and you have never been bound and ruled. We are the rulers, the will of the system, and mutants are just an abandoned part of the system."

"A group of overthrown rulers, a destroyed will?" magneto sneered.

"But it is also the apocalypse that destroyed us. It is his civilization that destroyed us. The Apocalypse is the same force as us. It is a war between two civilizations, a war between scientific system and wisdom. There is no place for mutants in this war. You are not the protagonist in this changeable situation."

The old man sighed: "it is precisely because our strength is not united that we will encounter failures and setbacks and usher in a devastating blow. The ruler needs a unified will and a leader. We should unite. That's why I meet you."

"Can I be the leader?" magneto Rao asked with interest.

"You can and should be one of us, because without our protection, you will encounter many dangers. There will be no second will in this country. We will unite under one banner and strive for one goal."

"What are you going to do?" magneto said solemnly.

"Some choices, we have realized that the current crisis, including the threat of apocalypse, Skynet and some economic crises, needs a stronger system to deal with. The resurrected Soviet Union has given us a good example. A strong will to adapt to the competition of civilization."

The old man looked into magneto's eyes and said that sentence word by word, "we have made some choices. Maybe socialism is a good system. Nationalism is obviously conducive to the unity of the people. You know, now we need unity to deal with some things, such as our failure in London."

Magneto Wang stared at the old man, as if he saw a flower on his wrinkled face. His eyes put a lot of pressure on the old man and made him move uncomfortable to avoid magneto Wang's direct eyes.

"* * * doctrine!" the word popped out of magneto's teeth.

"* * *, or national socialism," the old man added.

"Do you want to tell me that you want to unite under the banner of * * and build a national socialist American workers' party? Do you want to put Jews in concentration camps, just as * * did to me more than ten years ago? No, you won't do this because you are also Jewish. Who is your 'enemy'?"

"Are the two flags of racism, nationalism and * * not ridiculous for an immigrant country? I almost forget that you seem to brainwash Americans and make them think that Jews are pure! So who is your enemy, in addition to Skynet and apocalypse?"

The old man was silent. He looked at the flag on the wall and asked after a long time: "why do you react so much? I know that your mutant theory of excellence has learned a lot from Hitler. You are also an out and out * * * ist, or an ambitious man selling * * * ideas."

"We don't believe it, do we? We just get more and more centralized power through it to deal with some changes. The facts of the Soviet Union tell us that the centralized system can deal with some things and get some things. It can enable us to get through this crisis and develop rapidly."

"You're going to put us in a concentration camp!" magneto concluded: "Mutants are the next Jews, right? Anthropocentrism is also a kind of racism. Humans are more noble than mutants, Americans are more noble than American mutants. We are monsters and deformities. As most people think, we publicize our sins and then put us in concentration camps!"

"Kill mutants and let you unite? The Soviet Union is your enemy, Skynet is your enemy, and the alien is your enemy. Unite under the leadership of a leader and one will. Then what? Jews are the smartest race and the best race?"

"There are too few Jews to be recognized by most people, so we choose white! European white," the old man said.

"Racism and nationalism are the easiest to mobilize most people, aren't they? They always think they are excellent, but they can't find enough reasons to prove it, because they are an outright loser in life. Only blood, race and nationality can make them feel superior out of nothing. People are so easy to be fooled."

"Human stupidity and ignorance, I don't intend to deny this, but it doesn't mean that I will let you kill us. The mutant won't be the next Jew. We will resist and be crowned king." magneto said in a deep voice, and his fingertips have turned white.

"Even Hitler allowed the existence of Jewish concessions. You are our compatriots, Eric! The Jewish family welcomes you. As long as you stand among us, everything is not a problem. You and your brotherhood will be safe and cooperate with the government. After all, we only supervise those 'dangerous' mutants."

The old man spread out his hands: "Jewish or mutant, you have to make a choice, Eric, obviously, don't you? You know who is the one who has power and will win in the end!"

Magneto slowly got up and looked at the conspicuous David hexagon on the table in front of the old man. His fingertips touched the black-and-white photos. That was his past.

There was a calm smile on the old man's face.

But magneto's hand didn't stop. He stopped at the tip of the old man's nose, "I know who my brother is!"

The magnetic field broke everything. The air in front of the old man twisted and spread to the center of his eyebrows. The twisted magnetic field was strong enough to tear everything apart. The old man's skull would be smashed like an egg.

But everything stopped at the next moment. The space behind the old man was distorted. A bald little girl looked at Eric curiously. He curled up in pain and slipped from the table to the ground. The old man pulled back his crutches and heavy steel weapons from his abdomen, which easily paralyzed Eric's nerves.

The old man whispered in Eric's ear, "what a wrong choice, Eric! Human beings are greater than you think. We have your nemesis. How about trying this?"

The old man put a serum around magneto's neck. Magneto felt that the power in his body was gradually away from him. He was weak and paralyzed on the ground. To his despair, he could not feel the ubiquitous magnetic field. Nothing made him despair more.

"Without powers, what are you? Fools, in our eyes, you are a group of mutant orangutans. What do you know? Study hard! What is * * and what is racism! Open your eyes and have a look. We haven't taken it seriously, otherwise, you would have been killed and extinct."

The old man came to the girl and said to magneto with a smile, "the abilities of mutants are always mutually reinforcing. Guess what we have learned from her? The power jammer and, of course, the mutant serum. Don't worry, most mutants won't be forced to inject serum. They will die first in the laboratory, I promise."

"This is the power of mankind. What we fear is never a mutant. What we fear the Apocalypse is not his powers, but his knowledge and wisdom, and his reckless madness. The hyperspace transmitter will put power jammers and X gene detectors in major cities in the United States. Of course, there are troops carrying inhibitory serum. Your doomsday is coming, hybrid!"

"How long have we studied you, how long have we studied your mutants? We have the files of each of you, the analysis reports of each of your powers, the people you care about and the environment in which you live are under our control. We have developed no less than 20 kinds of targeted killing weapons for mutants, and we can control them without our own hands In the room, control these weapons and kill you cleanly. "

"We control this country, all industrial production capacity and all aspects of this society. This is the power of system and capital. As long as I move my fingers, I can mobilize more than three layers of human social resources and kill you. Do you know us? But we know you."