The real masters of this world never thought that mutants would become a big trouble.

It seems that the total number of millions of mutants is terrifying! The ability to destroy the world by moving is very dangerous! The future evolution direction of human beings is very grand! But in fact, a population of only one-tenth of the total human beings, and more than ninety percent of them are different from ordinary people in appearance, and they do not even have any ability to have practical effects.

How could such a group of people be called a major concern for human beings? The way humans deal with them is at best the way to deal with terrorists, or in other words, their biggest threat is just the kind of things that extremists can do. Terrorist attacks! Assassination! Destruction!

Mutants have great potential, but they are essentially just a group of unstable molecules among humans. If they are united, they are still a bit tricky. However, this group is also full of contradictions and their thoughts are extremely chaotic. They are like a condensed human society, with various contradictions occurring frequently.

Such a group is still far from the real master of this world, the real master of this country, the group of people who control the operation of this society and the real power!

Everyone is a million people in a minute, and they are all big names who control the lifeblood of global finance, stomp their feet to influence the livelihood of millions of people, and have a net worth of tens of billions. How can they hang out with the lower class of mutants, who have no money or power, and even lack influence? What kind of human rights are played and what power is mentioned?

In their opinion, the real destination of mutants should be to contribute to the extension of human lifespan and health, scientific research progress, or to make outstanding contributions to their physical health and industrial development, rather than to do social progress, scientific research, or to promote the development of human society!

But all of this ends with a name called Apocalypse!

The underground base in Philadelphia is buried deep in a nuclear protection bunker. It is an underground base with well-equipped equipment. It is designed to continue to live comfortably in this world when nuclear wars occur in the future. However, the designers at that time were far from such a rich imagination and could predict the ridiculous life and death crisis now.

They must be unimaginable. The most powerful men in the world, come here not for their survival and comfort, but for their efforts, to appendages other than those, those things that truly represent their existence, power, status and wealth.

People here can accept death, but they absolutely cannot accept living without anything.

There is a room without metal in the base, which is certainly to prevent special blows. For example, the attack of high-frequency electromagnetic waves is also because there is a kind of person in a place with metal. It will be quite dangerous, such as Magneto sitting on the left side of the room.

The old man sitting on the right side, crossed his hands, placed under his chin, and his right thumb with a burning gem was half-lifting and stroking his loose skin under his jaw. The old man's eyes were half open and half closed, as if he was looking at Magneto, but it seemed that he was not.

The old man's thumb gem streaked across his skin. Feeling the cold breath, he said slowly: "Eric. There have been too many changes in these few days. I want to hear your opinions. What do you think?"

"Ask me? Did you ask me to sing praises for your gravediggers? Your destruction is right in front of you, and the good days are over! What do you think of me?" Magneto's voice was calm and powerful, and his eyes showed a sarcastic smile, looking at the calm old man: "Mutants are ending the glory of mankind. In the sun, we are the best, aren't we?"

"No! Mutants are just a group of clowns. I thought so in the past. Now, Apocalypse is here, and I think so. I am not wrong. Even Apocalypse looks down on you, right? His power does not come from power, but from something deeper, human wisdom."

"He takes pride in his identity as a human being. He demonstrates the power of science. We are the future, and human beings are the future..."

"But he is still a mutant!" Magneto interrupted: "Even if he does not admit this, he is indeed our brother and our glory. He shows the stronger side of mutants and allows us to recognize the power of wisdom. This only shows that mutants have more potential in this power than humans."

The plastic ashtray in front of the old man suddenly floated up, and between Magneto and the old man, he was spinning, "If you have superpowers, you must be a mutant? Is Apocalypse a mutant? I also have superpowers, am I a mutant too? This is the power of science. Apocalypse can do this. The superpowers are a miracle for you, but for him, it is just a study."

"Who is your friend, who is your enemy? Eric, you must recognize this."

Magneto fell into silence, a suppressed force destroyed the ashtray in front of the old man. The electromagnetic force completely dissociated the plastic from the molecular level, and a splash of white powder flew among them.

The old man seemed not surprised. He sat calmly in front of Magneto and smiled: "Eric, your strength has improved again. You really surprise me from time to time."

"Apocalypse may be my enemy, but humans are far from being my friend!" Magneto looked at the old man and said in a low voice. Perhaps it was because of fear, or maybe it touched a heartstring. There was an unconcealed weakness in his voice. But soon, Magneto straightened his back and restrained this fragility, and said: "I only have one position, that is the mutant's position, and I only have one determination, that is the mutant's determination."

"We are not your enemy, Eric, don't forget that you are a Jew, besides being a mutant!" The old man looked at him, revealing a hint of recognition in his tone: "You are our fellow countrymen, you are our brothers, we are not your enemies, we are your relatives. In addition to mutants, you also need to stand in the position of a Jew and consider the problem."

"The Jews are just the past, and the mutant is the future!"

"Future?" the old man chuckled, "mutants are never the future, they are just a group of eliminated waste. Don't regard the power of apocalypse as the power of mutants. You are born in the system and are always bound and ruled. We are the rulers. The will of the system, and mutants are just a discarded part of the system."

"A group of overthrown rulers. A destroyed will?" Magneto sneered.

"But that was also the apocalypse that destroyed us, and it was his civilization that destroyed us. Apocalypse and us are equally powerful, a war between two civilizations, a war of scientific systems and wisdom. There is no place for mutants in this war. In this storm and cloud, you are not the protagonists."

The old man sighed: "It is precisely because our strength has not been united. We will encounter failures and setbacks and usher in a devastating blow. The ruler needs a unified will and a leader. We must unite. This is why I met you."

"Will I be that leader?" Magneto asked with interest.

"You can be a member of us, and you should be a member of us, because without our protection, you will encounter many dangers, and this country will not have a second will. We will unite under a banner and work hard for a goal."

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

"Some options, we have realized, are now crises, including the threat of apocalypse, the threat of Skynet, and some economic crises. It requires a stronger system to deal with it. The resurrected Soviet Union has given us a good example. A strong will to adapt to the competition of civilization."

The old man looked at Magneto's eyes and said the sentence word by word, "We made some choices. Perhaps socialism is a good system. Nationalist things are obviously beneficial to the unity of the people. Do you know, now we need unity to deal with something, such as our failure in London."

Magneto stared at the old man tightly, as if a flower was seen on his wrinkled face now. His eyes put a lot of pressure on the old man, which made him move his body uncomfortable and avoid Magneto's direct gaze.

"Fascism!" This word popped up in Magneto's teeth.

"National socialism, or national socialism." The old man added.

"Are you going to tell me, you must unite under the Nazi banner and build a national socialist American Workers' Party? Do you also need to put Jews in concentration camps, just like the Nazis did to me more than ten years ago? No, you won't do this, because you are also Jews, who is your 'enemy'?"

"Is it not ridiculous for a country of immigrants? I almost forgot that you seem to have brainwashed the Americans and make them think that the Jews are pure and flawless! So who is your enemy, besides Skynet, and who else is there except Apocalypse?"

The old man was silent. He stared at the flag on the wall. After a long time, he asked back: "Why are you so responsive? I know that your theory of mutant excellence has learned a lot from Hitler. You are also a complete fascist, or an ambitious man who sells fascist ideas."

"We don't believe it, right? We just gain more and more concentrated power through it to deal with some changes. The fact of the Soviet Union tells us that a centralized system can deal with something better and gain something. It can help us survive this crisis and develop rapidly."

"You are going to lock us up in concentration camps!" Magneto concluded: "The Mutants are the next Jew, right? Human supremacy is also a kind of racism. Humans are nobler than mutants, Americans are nobler than American mutants, we are monsters, deformities, as most people think, promote our sins and then lock us up in concentration camps!"

"Kill the mutants and unite you? The Soviet Union is your enemy, the Skynet is your enemy, the aliens are your enemies, unite under the leadership of a leader, unite under the will, and then what? The Jews are the smartest race, the best race?"

"There are too few Jews and it is difficult to gain the recognition of most people, so we chose white people! European white people." The old man said.

"Racism and nationalism are the easiest to motivate most people, aren't they? They always think they are excellent, but they can't find enough reasons to prove that they are a complete loser in life, only blood, race, and nation can make them feel superior out of nothing, and the people are so easily fooled."

"I do not intend to deny this of human stupidity and ignorance, but this does not mean that I will let you kill us. Mutants will not be the next Jew. We will resist and be crowned kings." Magneto said in a deep voice, his fingertips turned white.

"Even Hitler allowed the existence of Jewish franchise. You are our fellow countrymen, Eric! The Jewish family welcomed you. As long as you stand among us, it was no problem. You and your fraternity will be safe and cooperate with the government. After all, we only regulate those 'dangerous' mutants."

The old man spread his hands: "Jews are still mutants, you have to make a choice, Eric, obviously, isn't it? You know who is the one who has the power and will eventually win!"

Magneto slowly stood up and stared at the conspicuous David's hexagonal star on the table in front of the old man. His fingertips touched the black and white photo, which was his past.

A calm smile appeared on the old man's face.

But Magneto's hand did not stop, he stopped at the tip of the old man's nose, "I know who is my brother!"

The magnetic field shattered everything, and the air in front of the old man was twisted and spread to his eyebrows. The twisted magnetic field was so powerful that the separation power of atoms was enough to tear everything apart. The old man's head would be smashed like an egg, shattered.

But everything stopped at the next moment. The space behind the old man was twisted. A bald little girl looked at Eric curiously, and saw him curling up in pain and slid down from the table to the ground. The old man pulled his crutch back from his abdomen. The heavy steel weapon easily paralyzed Eric's nerves.

The old man said softly in Eric's ear: "What a wrong choice, Eric! Humans are greater than you think. We have your nemesis, how about trying this?"

The old man pierced a serum on Magneto's neck. Magneto felt the power in his body gradually fading away from him. He collapsed on the ground weakly. What made him desperate was that he could no longer feel the ubiquitous magnetic field, and nothing more despairing than this.

"Without superpowers, what are you? Idiots, in our eyes, you are just a group of mutant orangutans, the pride of human beings. What do you know? Learn well! What is Nazi! What is racism! Open your eyes and see, we have not taken seriously, otherwise you would have been killed long ago."

The old man came to the girl and smiled and said to Magneto, "The abilities of mutants are always mutually resilient. You guess what we have developed from her? Superpower interferers, and of course there are mutant serums. Don't worry, most mutants will not be forced to inject serum. They will die in the laboratory first, I promise."

"This is the power of human beings. What we fear is never mutants. What we fear apocalypse is not his superpowers, but his knowledge and wisdom, and his unscrupulous madness. The super-time teleportation device will launch superpower interference instruments and gene detectors in major cities across the United States, and of course there are troops carrying serum inhibition. Your doomsday is here, a hybrid!"

"We have studied how long you have been, how long you have been studying you mutants, we have files of each of you, and analysis reports on your superpowers. The people you care about and the environment you live in are under our control. We have developed no less than twenty targeted killing weapons against mutants, and we can control these weapons in the control room without even having to do it ourselves."
Chapter completed!