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Chapter 402
**Chapter 402: Magneto: Where Did This Guy Come From?**
"Mm." Nixon nodded calmly, then waved for everyone to sit down. His main purpose for coming this time was to see if Magneto knew about the mutant Butcher.
Because their methods were very similar, both having attacked the President, he had reason to suspect that Butcher was likely a fish that slipped through the net, missed during the previous cleanup of the Brotherhood of Mutants.
"Which screen shows Magneto?" Nixon scanned the monitors in the Room. There were at least thirty or forty feeds here, basically covering every corner of The Pentagon.
"Mr. President, the ones on this wall are all his," one of the Staff said.
After hearing this, Nixon walked over. "Has his behavior been unusual recently?"
"Everything is normal. We strictly follow the requirements, prohibiting anyone from carrying metal objects near the Isolation Room where Magneto is held."
"Very good." Nixon stood behind the Staff, his hands hanging lightly, his gaze fixed on Magneto in the surveillance footage.
On the other side, the Guard holding the photo, after passing through the metal detector, saw the isolated Magneto.
"This guy is really relaxed." The Guard looked through the glass at Magneto, who was lying on the floor at his feet, taking a nap.
Magneto had noticed the Guard's arrival long ago, but he didn't pay attention. "It doesn't seem to be mealtime yet, does it? Isn't it a bit early to come now?"
"I'm not here to bring you food." The Guard came to a long, narrow opening, then put the photo inside. "Take a look, do you know the person in the photo?"
"Not interested."
The photo floated down the concrete pipe, landing beside Magneto's head. But Magneto didn't even glance at it, just propped his head with one hand, turned over, and changed his sleeping position.
"I advise you to adjust your attitude, otherwise, for the next week, you might go hungry." Seeing this scene, the Guard couldn't help but get angry. They say a Phoenix in trouble is worse than a chicken, but this guy is so arrogant, still thinking he's the mutant leader?
"Whatever." Compared to ten years ago, Magneto at this time appeared more mature, and the leadership aura he exuded was also stronger.
"Aren't you even concerned about information regarding Mystique?" Facing this stubborn and difficult guy at his feet, the Guard knew very well what could pique his interest.
"Mystique?"
Magneto suddenly opened his eyes, propping himself up with his hands on the floor, and sat up. His expression became a bit unpleasant, and he said in a low voice, "Mystique was captured by you?"
As far as he knew, among the Brotherhood of Mutants, only Mystique was still at large, not captured. Could it be that this last remaining person ultimately couldn't escape the clutches of the government? Thinking of this, his mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of self-reproach flashed in his eyes.
If he hadn't chosen to save Kennedy, who was also a mutant, perhaps the Brotherhood of Mutants wouldn't be existing in name only like it is now.
"To be precise," the Guard said coldly, "we captured her a year ago."
"Then she must have exposed herself. Otherwise, with her ability, your government wouldn't be able to find her even if it had eight eyes."
The Guard did not deny Magneto's words. "That's right. A year ago, in front of everyone, she publicly assassinated Dr. Trask and was then captured by us on the spot. But I didn't come here this time to talk about that. Just a few days ago, someone broke into the White House and rescued Mystique."
"What?" Magneto raised an eyebrow, suspecting he had heard wrong. Breaking into the White House and rescuing Mystique sounded like a fantasy.
Mentioning this matter, the Guard's complexion became even more unpleasant. After all, this matter was particularly disgraceful for the government.
"Haha, interesting. It seems a formidable guy has appeared among mutants." Magneto grinned, his laughter mixed with a hint of mockery.
"The one who rescued Mystique is the person in the photo. I advise you to confess honestly and tell us everything you know."
The Guard glanced at the surveillance camera. He knew Mr. President was also paying attention to the situation here at this moment.
"You suspect he's one of my brotherhood people?" Magneto was extremely intelligent. Through just a few words, he analyzed and figured out the purpose of the Guard's visit this time. He showed a rare smile for the past ten years, reached out and picked up the photo nearby, and examined it carefully.
"Hmm, looks quite fierce, like a born thug. What is his superpower? He must be very strong, otherwise, it would be impossible to abduct Mystique right in front of you."
"Supersonic flight, fire control, it seems he can also control metal like you, and super defense that even bullets can't penetrate." Every time the Guard mentioned an ability, the smile on Magneto's face stiffened a bit. By the time the last ability was mentioned, his eyes were filled with even more shock.
"How can one person have four kinds of abilities?"
He became no longer calm and subconsciously retorted.
Seeing that Magneto's emotions fluctuated, the Guard, for some reason, felt much more comfortable in his mind. "His level of danger is no lower than yours. He once declared he would carry out indiscriminate massacres in the United States, and because of this, his nickname is Butcher."
"Where did this guy come from? Are mutants outside this strong now?" Looking at the photo in his hand, Magneto's mind was in turmoil.
But before he could fully digest this astonishing information, the Guard immediately dropped another bombshell.
"He originally also wanted, like you, to assassinate Mr. President, but was stopped by another mutant."
"Charles?"
Magneto blurted out. After all, he could only think of Charles as the one who could stop that guy.
However, he saw the Guard slowly shake his head.
"Not Charles, but a guy named Homelander. He is even stronger than Butcher; at least Butcher didn't dare to engage him in a head-on confrontation."
*Gasp!* Magneto drew a sharp breath, the look of horror surging wildly in his eyes. What's going on? He's only been locked up for ten years, how does it feel like a century has passed?
"It seems you don't know either of them," the Guard said with some disappointment.
"Damn it! How can I escape from here?"
Magneto's thought of escaping was stronger than ever before. He had a premonition that if he could bring those two mutants under his command, perhaps his dream of many years might truly be realized one day.
The most precious thing a person can have is hope. But ever since he was captured and the Brotherhood of Mutants was destroyed, Magneto had completely given up the thought of overthrowing human rule. But now, the thought that had long been extinguished in his mind actually began to rekindle.
"No way, I must find a chance to escape!"
(end of chapter)
"Mm." Nixon nodded calmly, then waved for everyone to sit down. His main purpose for coming this time was to see if Magneto knew about the mutant Butcher.
Because their methods were very similar, both having attacked the President, he had reason to suspect that Butcher was likely a fish that slipped through the net, missed during the previous cleanup of the Brotherhood of Mutants.
"Which screen shows Magneto?" Nixon scanned the monitors in the Room. There were at least thirty or forty feeds here, basically covering every corner of The Pentagon.
"Mr. President, the ones on this wall are all his," one of the Staff said.
After hearing this, Nixon walked over. "Has his behavior been unusual recently?"
"Everything is normal. We strictly follow the requirements, prohibiting anyone from carrying metal objects near the Isolation Room where Magneto is held."
"Very good." Nixon stood behind the Staff, his hands hanging lightly, his gaze fixed on Magneto in the surveillance footage.
On the other side, the Guard holding the photo, after passing through the metal detector, saw the isolated Magneto.
"This guy is really relaxed." The Guard looked through the glass at Magneto, who was lying on the floor at his feet, taking a nap.
Magneto had noticed the Guard's arrival long ago, but he didn't pay attention. "It doesn't seem to be mealtime yet, does it? Isn't it a bit early to come now?"
"I'm not here to bring you food." The Guard came to a long, narrow opening, then put the photo inside. "Take a look, do you know the person in the photo?"
"Not interested."
The photo floated down the concrete pipe, landing beside Magneto's head. But Magneto didn't even glance at it, just propped his head with one hand, turned over, and changed his sleeping position.
"I advise you to adjust your attitude, otherwise, for the next week, you might go hungry." Seeing this scene, the Guard couldn't help but get angry. They say a Phoenix in trouble is worse than a chicken, but this guy is so arrogant, still thinking he's the mutant leader?
"Whatever." Compared to ten years ago, Magneto at this time appeared more mature, and the leadership aura he exuded was also stronger.
"Aren't you even concerned about information regarding Mystique?" Facing this stubborn and difficult guy at his feet, the Guard knew very well what could pique his interest.
"Mystique?"
Magneto suddenly opened his eyes, propping himself up with his hands on the floor, and sat up. His expression became a bit unpleasant, and he said in a low voice, "Mystique was captured by you?"
As far as he knew, among the Brotherhood of Mutants, only Mystique was still at large, not captured. Could it be that this last remaining person ultimately couldn't escape the clutches of the government? Thinking of this, his mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of self-reproach flashed in his eyes.
If he hadn't chosen to save Kennedy, who was also a mutant, perhaps the Brotherhood of Mutants wouldn't be existing in name only like it is now.
"To be precise," the Guard said coldly, "we captured her a year ago."
"Then she must have exposed herself. Otherwise, with her ability, your government wouldn't be able to find her even if it had eight eyes."
The Guard did not deny Magneto's words. "That's right. A year ago, in front of everyone, she publicly assassinated Dr. Trask and was then captured by us on the spot. But I didn't come here this time to talk about that. Just a few days ago, someone broke into the White House and rescued Mystique."
"What?" Magneto raised an eyebrow, suspecting he had heard wrong. Breaking into the White House and rescuing Mystique sounded like a fantasy.
Mentioning this matter, the Guard's complexion became even more unpleasant. After all, this matter was particularly disgraceful for the government.
"Haha, interesting. It seems a formidable guy has appeared among mutants." Magneto grinned, his laughter mixed with a hint of mockery.
"The one who rescued Mystique is the person in the photo. I advise you to confess honestly and tell us everything you know."
The Guard glanced at the surveillance camera. He knew Mr. President was also paying attention to the situation here at this moment.
"You suspect he's one of my brotherhood people?" Magneto was extremely intelligent. Through just a few words, he analyzed and figured out the purpose of the Guard's visit this time. He showed a rare smile for the past ten years, reached out and picked up the photo nearby, and examined it carefully.
"Hmm, looks quite fierce, like a born thug. What is his superpower? He must be very strong, otherwise, it would be impossible to abduct Mystique right in front of you."
"Supersonic flight, fire control, it seems he can also control metal like you, and super defense that even bullets can't penetrate." Every time the Guard mentioned an ability, the smile on Magneto's face stiffened a bit. By the time the last ability was mentioned, his eyes were filled with even more shock.
"How can one person have four kinds of abilities?"
He became no longer calm and subconsciously retorted.
Seeing that Magneto's emotions fluctuated, the Guard, for some reason, felt much more comfortable in his mind. "His level of danger is no lower than yours. He once declared he would carry out indiscriminate massacres in the United States, and because of this, his nickname is Butcher."
"Where did this guy come from? Are mutants outside this strong now?" Looking at the photo in his hand, Magneto's mind was in turmoil.
But before he could fully digest this astonishing information, the Guard immediately dropped another bombshell.
"He originally also wanted, like you, to assassinate Mr. President, but was stopped by another mutant."
"Charles?"
Magneto blurted out. After all, he could only think of Charles as the one who could stop that guy.
However, he saw the Guard slowly shake his head.
"Not Charles, but a guy named Homelander. He is even stronger than Butcher; at least Butcher didn't dare to engage him in a head-on confrontation."
*Gasp!* Magneto drew a sharp breath, the look of horror surging wildly in his eyes. What's going on? He's only been locked up for ten years, how does it feel like a century has passed?
"It seems you don't know either of them," the Guard said with some disappointment.
"Damn it! How can I escape from here?"
Magneto's thought of escaping was stronger than ever before. He had a premonition that if he could bring those two mutants under his command, perhaps his dream of many years might truly be realized one day.
The most precious thing a person can have is hope. But ever since he was captured and the Brotherhood of Mutants was destroyed, Magneto had completely given up the thought of overthrowing human rule. But now, the thought that had long been extinguished in his mind actually began to rekindle.
"No way, I must find a chance to escape!"
(end of chapter)
