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"Is this the first exchange of fire today?"

Coulson looked up at the sky, the sun was setting, and the sky was dyed a fiery red like blood.

"The forty-seventh time." Someone reported.

"In just one day, the Tianyanhui's strongholds around the world have been attacked so many times, and the battle will be more intense at night." Coulson shook his head.

Everyone wants to get the formula of the genetic medicine. With this thing, they can use mutants with confidence. This is a well-understood mentality.

Just like the ancient feudal dynasties, the emperor could tolerate ministers with lack of personal morality, lust for money, etc., because the emperor needed to grasp the handle of the ministers so that he could beat or even kill the ministers at any time.

Many people are eager to get the formula of the genetic medicine. For a reason, they must first have the weapon to kill the mutants before they can accept the mutants with confidence.

In the past, ordinary people feared and rejected mutants. In addition to worrying about being hurt for no reason, they also worried about being unable to retaliate and being crushed all the time.

The upper echelons have been tacitly acquiescing and even fueling the flames, because they themselves don't know how to deal with mutants.

But now the opportunity has come, the strongest Downey has taken away a lot of manpower, and the combat power of the Sky Eye Society is unprecedentedly empty.

This is their best chance to get the potion and fool the mutants into staying.

It's a pity that this "emptiness" is always relative. The sudden burst of power from this behemoth of the Eye of the Sky is shocking. A large number of undead warriors poured out in batches and were distributed to all parts of the world. Blood for blood and the invaders Crazy fighting.

In a month's time, hundreds of thousands of the most elite soldiers and more unknown agents have died on the earth, and countless ammunition has been consumed, and artillery fire is flying.

"How is the work of recruiting mutant employees for S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Coulson scratched his head, stroking his hairline that had moved up again.

"It's in progress. We're focusing on recruiting students from Xavier's School for Gifted Boys, but there are a few kids here, and the older ones don't want to touch us."

"Professor X still refuses to meet me?" Coulson sighed.

"Yes."

"Trouble, they are determined to leave." Coulson was helpless.

Generally speaking,

The best group of mutants are often in the Xavier School and Brotherhood, and other places, such as the Hellfire Club, also accommodate a group of mutants with extraordinary combat power.

But these organizations were all wiped out by Downey, and there was nothing they could do.

"Director, why don't we do it? It's a genetic medicine, as long as we have this thing..." The man was extremely excited.

Coulson's movements froze suddenly, and he turned his head to stare at him, his eyes were a little scary.

The man was silent.

"Brock, this is not our plan. The Sky Eye will not be that simple." Coulson smiled again and said to him.

After Bullock left, Coulson frowned deeply.

There was something weird inside S.H.I.E.L.D., and he had been aware of it for a long time, and he didn't even know who to trust. The undercover investigation has been going on, only to seize the key evidence.

"I hope it's not what I thought." Coulson's eyes were a little scary.

...

The fierce confrontation came to an abrupt end. This confrontation between the Sky Eye Society and unknown forces in the world stopped immediately after Downey sent back the news.

No one dared to move.

A large number of men in black began to act frequently, issuing symbolic documents of residence permits to mutants who passed the review.

The whole earth shook, and when the fantasy became reality, everything seemed like a dream.

When a mutant walks out of their residence, or a high-rise building, or a dilapidated building or even a garbage dump, there are special personnel responsible for picking them up.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't really want to go." A mutant hesitated for a moment, but said with a fearful expression on his face, without taking the file.

"Are you sure, sir? I remind you out of professional responsibility that there is only one chance. If you miss this time, the gate of Cybertron will be closed to you forever."

"I'm sure... I want to inject that genetic medicine to become an ordinary person."

"That's it, that's a pity, sir, I wish you good luck." The man in black didn't talk nonsense, he put the documents in the suitcase directly, and then hurried to the next remote location.

In many remote and backward places, people like them need to run. They are not worried about not being able to find anyone, not to mention the technological strength of the Sky Eye Society, Professor X is also using a brain wave magnifier to observe, specially guiding some people in black who cannot be found no matter what.

It is only necessary for the man in black to take the initiative to apply to his superiors.

Many mutants who originally applied for immigration eventually gave up for various reasons.

It has to be said that the overwhelming publicity has played a huge role.

Only when you lose it, you will know how to cherish it. People on earth have this mentality. Mutants with diverse and powerful abilities in the past will only feel disgusted and headaches.

But now, even Downey doesn't hesitate to build planets, so he pays so much attention to it, then the earth's upper echelons are naturally not stupid, and comprehensively evaluate the consequences of losing mutants.

The decline in combat effectiveness is certain.

It's a pity that their efforts are doomed to have little effect, because Downey wiped out all the omega-level mutants that appeared at the moment.

In addition to Professor and Lao Wan's school and fraternity, the most talented group will also be taken away by Downey.

On Earth at this time, groups of mutants gathered from all over the world, waiting anxiously.

In an eerie calm, the whole world watched.

"It's much less than we estimated, only 71,752 people." Magneto looked at the bustling crowd, very dissatisfied, with suppressed anger.

"Why didn't they leave, and actually believed the ridiculous words of that group of humans? How many years has it been, have they changed?" Magneto said with an ugly face.

"It can't be helped, Eric, I'm actually surprised that there are 700,000 people." Professor X sat in a wheelchair with a flat face.

"There are more than 10 million people, only 700,000 people are willing to follow us..." Magneto sneered. He felt a little heartbroken, but it was just a heartache.

When necessary, his heart is more ruthless than anyone else.

Magneto flew into the sky and looked down at the crowd. Familiar faces flashed across his eyes, Wolverine, Storm, Saber-toothed Tiger, Mystique...

He raised his head slightly and looked down into the distance.

These 700,000 people will be the seeds of mutants, and those who refuse to leave will continue to rot along with the earth.

When the gene agent is spread on a large scale and mixed with rainwater, food, and drinking water, the X gene in the life on earth will be weakened little by little, and will be completely kicked out of the genetic sequence.

Mutants will be wiped out.

Downey's original promise is being realized.

A huge vortex unfolded in front of the crowd, flashing a huge white channel, connecting the earth and Cybertron.

The land bridge, open.

Magneto took a deep breath and glanced down at his old partner, Professor X.

The professor nodded, and the voice rang in the minds of the 700,000 people present.

"You made the right choice, my fellow citizens, and time will tell."

"Maybe our past is not good, but we have the right to choose the future, and we have the ability to use our hands to pursue a beautiful future that can be touched. My compatriots, you will be the new seeds of mutants, and a new era has come."

"Welcome to the new world!"