"Don't be too anxious, Mr. Pierce. This war has just begun, right?"

Unlike Pierce's furiousness, the person who was replying to him through the communicator in his hand looked completely relaxed and indifferent. Although the situation in front of him and the expectations of Pierce and his group, the person who spoke seemed to completely ignore the situation, as if he and Pierce were not in the same camp at all.

This answer naturally made Pierce furious. He even forgot the existence of Rose beside him and yelled at the guy.

"Don't forget your identity. You are just a soldier under the Baron. What qualifications do you have to say this to me? Think clearly. If all this fails because of you, then I promise that what is waiting for you will be the cruelest punishment. You can't even wail, because in his hands you will only become dolls without any consciousness. Don't blame me for not warning you."

"Okay, okay. Since you are so anxious, then we'll just go out. But Mr. Pierce, don't blame me for not warning you. If we did all this for you and you haven't done what you promised to the Baron, then your fate would probably not be better than what you warned us just now."

"Don't tell me this, do what you should do. I'm going to see your actions now, do you understand?"

After gritting his teeth and saying this, Pierce turned off the communicator in his hand. At this time, he realized that General Ross was looking at him with a very strange look. This made him pull his tie a little uncomfortable and then asked.

"What kind of look you look like? Are there any problems?"

"Can I ask, who did you contact just now?"

General Ross's eyes were a little strange, but Pierce, who was upset, did not notice the change in his expression at this time. He just waved his hand and said perfunctorily.

"Just a group of war wild dogs that can help us solve the problems in front of us. Don't pay much attention to them. Although these guys are very disgusting, their abilities are still worthy of trust."

"A group of mercenaries who can deal with mutants? I don't know that there are such guys in this world?"

He sucked a cigar and spit out a smoke. General Ross said to Pierce in such a smoke. Hearing him say this, Pierce patted his shoulder and replied.

"I said that this is not the point we need to care about. The current situation in front of us that we need to care about now is not a more important thing compared to such a small matter? I don't think you want to see the army representing the United States be defeated and then completely slide into the abyss."

"What you said makes sense, but do you have any other way to do these things in front of you?"

Pointing at the roller that was still rolling, General Ross frowned deeply. He didn't even dare to mobilize his army to enter this area now, because he knew very well that once those aircraft and tanks appeared in Magneto's eyes, they would immediately become other people's weapons. Therefore, he had to suppress himself and dare not act rashly.

But this has no purpose for the current situation. At least for now, he can only place his hope on the war hyenas mentioned by Pierce.

But can these guys really work? He doubted this, and what he even more doubted is, would there really be such a war hyenas?

Just as he was still watching the changes in the battle situation on the field with confusion, a guy wrapped in black had silently approached the front line of the mutant camp and became closer to the position of the old man who was exerting his power.

Logically speaking, such a strange guy should have received considerable attention. But the fact is not the case. Although he is tightly wrapped, the arthropod shells that grow weirdly and look a bit like insects are enough to make most mutants here regard him as a kind of person.

Mutants have always been relatively friendly to mutants. Especially when they need to be united, they will not easily doubt their own compatriots. This creates opportunities for this strange and unique guy.

He looked at the surrounding situation again and again, and when he was sure that no one noticed him, he quietly stretched out one of his fingers to Magneto, who was operating the roller not far away. Then, like a sniper rifle equipped with a muffler fired a bullet, a special claw flew out from his fingertips and quietly nailed to Magneto's neck.

In nature, almost most insects with chestic thorns carry some deadly toxins, and this special guy is no exception. Not only is he close to insects in appearance, but he is even no different from insects in terms of ability. His chestic thorns also carry venom, and it is also a very special poison.

So in just a moment, Magneto, who had just shown his power, stopped his movements, and his whole body maintained a stiff expression and fixed it there motionlessly.

This sudden situation did not make the mutant people excited by the spectacular scenes on the battlefield before them noticed that they were still staring at everything on the battlefield and bursts of loud cheers from time to time. And until the huge press began to stop working, and they stopped there like a hill, these people felt something wrong.

Among these people, the first person to realize that something is wrong was Magneto's old friend for many years, Professor Charles, the leader of the mind.

He noticed Magneto's stiff movements and saw the meridians spreading like vines on his face. He noticed his old friend was gasping heavily, and his muscles were twitching uncontrollably. All of this showed that he had been conspired.

"What happened, Eric was assassinated. He was poisoned and the situation became very dangerous."

As soon as he confirmed that Magneto was plotted against, Charles did not make excessive statements, but told the news to the women stationed on the front line through his own spiritual link. While receiving this message, Lilith had already appeared quietly next to Magneto with a gloomy black shadow.

"What happened? How did he get plotted against?"

Lilith asked Charles when she tried to scatter a scarlet and blood-like divine power, while stabilizing Magneto's situation. Hearing her question, Charles shook his head.

"I was like this when I found him. Sorry, I don't know how this happened."

"Aren't you a spiritual person? Using your abilities, do you still need me to teach you this kind of thing? Isn't it easy for you to read their thoughts and find people in suspicion?"

Waving his hand, Lilith said to Charles as if she was ordering her subordinates. When she heard her order, Charles just smiled helplessly.

"Sorry, I can't do this. It's an immoral act. Whether it's my fellow countrymen or those innocent ordinary people, I can't use this method to spy on the privacy and secrets in their hearts. So please forgive me, I'm afraid I can't help with this kind of thing."

"Pediatric!" said Lilith in a cold voice to Charles in a queenly tone. "Listen to me, Mr. Professor. You are on the battlefield now, and the least necessary thing to mention on the battlefield is morality. This is something that I said thousands of years ago that I was in, so you have no reason to regard this as an excuse."

"Think about it, if you don't use this ability. Now your friends are being plotted against by them, then the next one may be your students, or even you. Although the life and death of you people have nothing to do with me, don't forget that this is closely related to your fellow countrymen and your race."

"This is obviously the enemy's means, and the meaning of this means is to dismantle your power. When you lose the power to resist the enemy because of some conspiracy, I hope you don't regret making your current choice."

Such cold words, every word and sentence, penetrated deeply into Charles' heart like a file. Listening to these words, his bitter smile became deeper and deeper, and the luster in his eyes became dimmer and dimmer.

The most important thing for a person is his own persistence and principles. No matter what, those who can stick to these things are enough to be a spiritual strongman. But sometimes, the cruel reality forces you to give up your principles and persistence.

Just like most things in the world, on a scale, many things have weight. Having weight itself means that it can be replaced and crushed by other things. Just like Charles is now.

He really wanted to continue to stick to his original intention, but in the face of the rise and fall of his compatriots and races, he could not continue this unnecessary persistence. Which one should be chosen between individuals and races, a person's reputation and the survival of races is a clear question once peace is put into practice. After thinking clearly about this question, it is already a very clear thing for Charles to make.

"I know what I should do, ma'am."

With the helpless words of the old man, the huge spiritual fluctuations centered on him, covering the entire battlefield and even more distant places in the blink of an eye.

What is hidden in it is not only the assassinator who is hidden in it, but also the hearts of all enemies and every intention of theirs. The war has become fierce here.

The mutants and the military were pushed one step further into the abyss. There may be no other possibility beyond the life and death.
Chapter completed!