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Chapter 403
Chapter 403: Superhero! Company Opening!
To prevent him from escaping, the security guards outside were equipped with plastic guns. Furthermore, the prison he was in was located on the lowest level of The Pentagon, hundreds of meters away from the Ground.
This distance meant that even if he spread his magnetic field to its maximum extent, it would be difficult to sense the metal on the Surface. Simply put, Magneto's ability had a certain directivity; if given a target, he could twist the satellite dish at the top of a satellite antenna even kilometers away.
But now he was trapped in the bottom-level prison, surrounded by things he couldn't control, like plastic, tiles, or concrete. To escape, he could only constantly extend his magnetic field upwards like a tentacle, but this was undoubtedly like searching for a needle in a haystack. Moreover, even if he sensed the presence of metal, it would be difficult to control it to go deep Underground and rescue himself.
In short, the reason was still that Magneto's ability wasn't strong enough, or rather, he hadn't fully unleashed his potential.
“Since you don't know anything, you should just stay here properly.” Guard stood on the glass, looked down at Magneto below, shook his head disdainfully, then turned around and walked towards the door.
“Just you wait, do you really think I can't get out?” Magneto said with a cold face, crushing the photo in his hand into a ball. At this moment, monstrous rage surged in his chest. “Ten years of being trapped, that should be enough.”
Under the intense emotional fluctuations, an invisible magnetic field, centered around Magneto, surged and spread upwards like a raging tide!
At this moment, inside The Pentagon, some visiting tourists noticed a slight abnormality. The keys on their waists suddenly began to tremble for some unknown reason, as if something beneath the floor was attracting them. Furthermore, within the unseen walls, the crisscrossing steel bars emitted faint sounds typically produced during metal deformation.
“I don't believe it! I can't get out!” Magneto gritted his teeth, turning his hatred into motivation, frantically pushing his ability to try and lift the entire Pentagon.
You know, in the original plot, he lifted an entire Stadium.
However, after a few breaths, he stumbled back a few steps due to exhaustion. There was nothing he could do; after all, he was hundreds of meters away from the Ground, with only concrete, soil, and other materials in between. Unless his ability was enhanced by Apocalypse, or his potential burst several levels higher, he could barely shake the Pentagon above.
“If once doesn't work, then twice. I'll succeed eventually.” The appearance of Butcher and Homelander truly stimulated this former Mutant leader. In Magneto's view, if his abilities weren't even as good as his future subordinates, how could he command respect? Wouldn't his leadership be a joke?
Of course, Nixon and the others at this time didn't know Magneto's thoughts. The strange situation just now only lasted for a few seconds and was considered an illusion by many.
The President's motorcade, a stretched black Lincoln, was heading towards the White House.
“Based on the changes in Erik's micro-expressions, the technical department can basically confirm that he doesn't know Butcher or Homelander, Mr. President. It seems this trip was in vain,” Guard whispered.
“Not entirely in vain. Since Erik doesn't know him, he might be one of Charles's people.”
Nixon frowned slightly, wondering whether to send someone to monitor Charles.
“Right, how's the investigation into Mr. Jervis going?” After the White House incident, he immediately had his confidants investigate the contact person on that business card. The result was that it was the Club President of a Newspaper Agency named The Providence Journal, Mr. Jervis.
Guard's face darkened, and he slowly shook his head. “We can't find anything. Just like Butcher and Homelander, their identity information is completely blank. I estimate they are either illegal immigrants or have undergone plastic surgery. In short, there's no information related to the three of them in the national database.”
“Have you compared their DNA?” Nixon asked.
“Not yet. The main issue is we can't collect their blood, hair, or other DNA samples.”
“Hand this matter over to the people from the Central Intelligence Agency. They are professionals in this area.”
…………
Two months later, a sudden piece of major news, like a giant rock hitting the water's surface, splashed up countless waves. In an instant, public opinion across the United States exploded like a lit powder keg, booming open!
For a time, countless Media Reporter, swarming like bees, rushed to the front of a newly opened company, blocking its entrance completely.
“Mr. Jervis, is your company's main business truly related to Mutants, as the newspaper said? Why did you choose to start a Mutant Company? As everyone knows, Mutants are different from us humans; they possess extraordinary abilities, which means they can easily stir up some chaos.”
One of the blonde, blue-eyed, tall female Reporter struggled out of the crowd, then held a microphone and spoke to Xia Shang On Stage.
“Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.” Xia Shang smiled, looked at the female Reporter, and invited her to come closer.
“First of all, I can clearly tell you here that Jiel Group's main business is not Mutants.”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar among the audience.
“Aren't you messing with us? It clearly says in your newspaper that Jiel Group recruits Mutants, and its business is related to Mutants.” A male Reporter said indignantly.
“Exactly! We came all this way, and you're telling us it's a misunderstanding?”
Facing the crowd's condemnation, Xia Shang calmly reached out and pressed downwards until the noisy voices gradually subsided. Only then did he speak again: “Everyone, I need to correct your view. To be precise, Jiel Company's main business is Superhero, not Mutants. Please don't confuse the two.”
“Superhero?” In the crowd, a handsome man wearing a black leather jacket with medium-length hair was playing with a poker card. The King of Spades card fluttered between his fingers like a dancing butterfly, moving back and forth, appearing quite nimble, as if it had been given life.
“It's a shame your skills aren't used in Las Vegas.”
Beside him, a young man with silver hair chuckled. His look was somewhat like a swimmer about to enter the water, with goggles pushed up on his forehead to keep his hair back, and headphones hanging around his neck, appearing quite stylish.
“What a coincidence, I just came from Las Vegas.” The man flicked his finger, instantly shooting the poker card into his cuff. It felt like a magic trick; the poker card vanished in the blink of an eye.
(end of chapter)
To prevent him from escaping, the security guards outside were equipped with plastic guns. Furthermore, the prison he was in was located on the lowest level of The Pentagon, hundreds of meters away from the Ground.
This distance meant that even if he spread his magnetic field to its maximum extent, it would be difficult to sense the metal on the Surface. Simply put, Magneto's ability had a certain directivity; if given a target, he could twist the satellite dish at the top of a satellite antenna even kilometers away.
But now he was trapped in the bottom-level prison, surrounded by things he couldn't control, like plastic, tiles, or concrete. To escape, he could only constantly extend his magnetic field upwards like a tentacle, but this was undoubtedly like searching for a needle in a haystack. Moreover, even if he sensed the presence of metal, it would be difficult to control it to go deep Underground and rescue himself.
In short, the reason was still that Magneto's ability wasn't strong enough, or rather, he hadn't fully unleashed his potential.
“Since you don't know anything, you should just stay here properly.” Guard stood on the glass, looked down at Magneto below, shook his head disdainfully, then turned around and walked towards the door.
“Just you wait, do you really think I can't get out?” Magneto said with a cold face, crushing the photo in his hand into a ball. At this moment, monstrous rage surged in his chest. “Ten years of being trapped, that should be enough.”
Under the intense emotional fluctuations, an invisible magnetic field, centered around Magneto, surged and spread upwards like a raging tide!
At this moment, inside The Pentagon, some visiting tourists noticed a slight abnormality. The keys on their waists suddenly began to tremble for some unknown reason, as if something beneath the floor was attracting them. Furthermore, within the unseen walls, the crisscrossing steel bars emitted faint sounds typically produced during metal deformation.
“I don't believe it! I can't get out!” Magneto gritted his teeth, turning his hatred into motivation, frantically pushing his ability to try and lift the entire Pentagon.
You know, in the original plot, he lifted an entire Stadium.
However, after a few breaths, he stumbled back a few steps due to exhaustion. There was nothing he could do; after all, he was hundreds of meters away from the Ground, with only concrete, soil, and other materials in between. Unless his ability was enhanced by Apocalypse, or his potential burst several levels higher, he could barely shake the Pentagon above.
“If once doesn't work, then twice. I'll succeed eventually.” The appearance of Butcher and Homelander truly stimulated this former Mutant leader. In Magneto's view, if his abilities weren't even as good as his future subordinates, how could he command respect? Wouldn't his leadership be a joke?
Of course, Nixon and the others at this time didn't know Magneto's thoughts. The strange situation just now only lasted for a few seconds and was considered an illusion by many.
The President's motorcade, a stretched black Lincoln, was heading towards the White House.
“Based on the changes in Erik's micro-expressions, the technical department can basically confirm that he doesn't know Butcher or Homelander, Mr. President. It seems this trip was in vain,” Guard whispered.
“Not entirely in vain. Since Erik doesn't know him, he might be one of Charles's people.”
Nixon frowned slightly, wondering whether to send someone to monitor Charles.
“Right, how's the investigation into Mr. Jervis going?” After the White House incident, he immediately had his confidants investigate the contact person on that business card. The result was that it was the Club President of a Newspaper Agency named The Providence Journal, Mr. Jervis.
Guard's face darkened, and he slowly shook his head. “We can't find anything. Just like Butcher and Homelander, their identity information is completely blank. I estimate they are either illegal immigrants or have undergone plastic surgery. In short, there's no information related to the three of them in the national database.”
“Have you compared their DNA?” Nixon asked.
“Not yet. The main issue is we can't collect their blood, hair, or other DNA samples.”
“Hand this matter over to the people from the Central Intelligence Agency. They are professionals in this area.”
…………
Two months later, a sudden piece of major news, like a giant rock hitting the water's surface, splashed up countless waves. In an instant, public opinion across the United States exploded like a lit powder keg, booming open!
For a time, countless Media Reporter, swarming like bees, rushed to the front of a newly opened company, blocking its entrance completely.
“Mr. Jervis, is your company's main business truly related to Mutants, as the newspaper said? Why did you choose to start a Mutant Company? As everyone knows, Mutants are different from us humans; they possess extraordinary abilities, which means they can easily stir up some chaos.”
One of the blonde, blue-eyed, tall female Reporter struggled out of the crowd, then held a microphone and spoke to Xia Shang On Stage.
“Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.” Xia Shang smiled, looked at the female Reporter, and invited her to come closer.
“First of all, I can clearly tell you here that Jiel Group's main business is not Mutants.”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar among the audience.
“Aren't you messing with us? It clearly says in your newspaper that Jiel Group recruits Mutants, and its business is related to Mutants.” A male Reporter said indignantly.
“Exactly! We came all this way, and you're telling us it's a misunderstanding?”
Facing the crowd's condemnation, Xia Shang calmly reached out and pressed downwards until the noisy voices gradually subsided. Only then did he speak again: “Everyone, I need to correct your view. To be precise, Jiel Company's main business is Superhero, not Mutants. Please don't confuse the two.”
“Superhero?” In the crowd, a handsome man wearing a black leather jacket with medium-length hair was playing with a poker card. The King of Spades card fluttered between his fingers like a dancing butterfly, moving back and forth, appearing quite nimble, as if it had been given life.
“It's a shame your skills aren't used in Las Vegas.”
Beside him, a young man with silver hair chuckled. His look was somewhat like a swimmer about to enter the water, with goggles pushed up on his forehead to keep his hair back, and headphones hanging around his neck, appearing quite stylish.
“What a coincidence, I just came from Las Vegas.” The man flicked his finger, instantly shooting the poker card into his cuff. It felt like a magic trick; the poker card vanished in the blink of an eye.
(end of chapter)
