Chapter 982 (1/2)

”Eisenhart...”

the ticket seller recoiled a little, and the chair was driven across the floor tiles, making a creaking friction sound. He looked up at the face of wanciwang, but avoided those eyes.

He knew he was still found, maybe a survivor of the camp, but he had been through thousands of experiments years ago.

At that time, the young man in front of him was only a child, and his appearance could not be recognized. The surname was also meaningless. The Jews in the concentration camp had only serial numbers, just like livestock.

Magneto wasn't surprised at all. He knew all this. In the hell on earth, he was just a little more conspicuous because of his superpower.

”What about that?”

With that, he raised a hand and flew out of his pocket a coin, which seemed to be held by an invisible platform, spinning in the air.

”It's you...”

when the former researchers saw this scene, they almost instantly remembered that special child. At that time, chief Schmidt stimulated his super ability by torturing the child's mother, which all explained the purpose of magneto.

The coin fell on the counter, making a crisp jingle. The king of magnetism pulled down his hood and clenched his fist: ”you don't remember my person, only my ability. The mutant is really a prop in your eyes!”

”No! That's a mistake. I apologize to you. We all live in a wrong time when we can't help it. For God's sake, please let me go. ”

The researcher knelt down. He still remembers how the child got out of the camp. The terrible magnetic force swept through the steel like a tornado, killing every soldier in the camp instantly.

If the girl who was with the boy at the time had not advised him to leave quickly, the researcher who now runs a small cinema would have died that day.

Magneto had no expression: ”where is Schmidt now, do you know?”

”No, I don't know. No one has seen him since the war. He's always very mysterious.”

The researcher shook his head desperately, his hands shaking violently, kneeling down to the mutant like a God.

Magneto closed his eyes and sighed. It was a dramatic change. It was really a theater. People who used to torture themselves as experimental objects are now so afraid of their own strength.

Indeed, only strength is the guarantee of the right to life.

No country will speak for mutants. They are regarded as monsters and aliens. Then, he will do it and speak to the world on behalf of his ethnic group.

”In that case, you're useless.”

Mr. Wan raised a finger and swayed left and right in front of him twice. However, the iron fence between the ticket booth and the hall was torn apart like noodles, making a metal deformation sound that made people sour.

Then he hooked his hand, and the chair tied the conductor off the ground and flew out of the hole.

Looking at the man in front of him struggling, screaming, he can not help but ring his own. They have used all kinds of inhuman means to develop their super ability, and now they will finally taste the fruit of hatred planted by themselves.

Hatred will never disappear, it will only become more thick and solid with the passage of time.

”No! Please don't! ”

At this time, perhaps it was the scream that alarmed the researcher's family members. A figure rushed out of the small house behind the ticket booth. She was holding it in vain on a cage made of steel in mid air, as if to break the terrible instrument of torture with her hands.

Magneto looked at her and didn't know her. It seemed that she had nothing to do with the revenge plan.

”Are you his wife? Do you know who he used to be? ”

”I know a little, but he already knew that he was wrong. If he wants to change his mind, he is a good man now. He will help everyone enthusiastically. Please let him go.” The woman also knelt on the ground and began to cry.

Magneto took a deep breath: ”he is a Nazi, and his hands are full of innocent blood. Do you think it can be explained just by regret? I used to ask these animals to let my family and friends go. Did you ask him

”That's not the same... He was forced.” The woman is so obsessed with her husband that she is a good man, and she is still trying to reason with magneto.

But if it is so easy to be shaken, magneto will not be him. His will and determination can not be changed by words.

”I can forgive him...” Wan ciwang replied faintly, but before the woman showed a relaxed expression, his five fingers suddenly closed, only to hear a chirping sound, the former researcher was squeezed into a pile of meat and bone slag: ”but the other ghosts I represent can not.”

”Devil!! You must die The woman is sad from the heart, before fainting, she still points to the king of magnetism with trembling fingers and cries out the curse words.