Chapter 980: ?The weak

Meiman Death Knell Chapter 980 Audio Novels for the Weak

"Eisenhardt"

The ticket seller flinched slightly, and the chair was moved across the floor tiles, making a creaking sound. He raised his head to look at Magneto's face, but avoided those eyes.

He knew that he was still found, perhaps a survivor of the concentration camp, but he had handled thousands of experimental products, and that was years ago.

At that time, the young man in front of him should be just a child, his appearance is unrecognizable, and the surname is also meaningless. The Jews in the concentration camps only have numbers, just like livestock.

Magneto was not surprised at all, he knew all this long ago, in that **** on earth, he was just a little more conspicuous because of the existence of super powers.

"So what?"

As he said, he raised a hand and flew a coin from his pocket, as if being held by an invisible platform, spinning in the air.

"It's you"

When the former researchers saw this scene, they remembered that special child almost instantly, and the then Chief Schmidt used to torture the child's mother to inspire his superpowers, all of which explained Magneto's intention.

The coin fell on the counter, making a crisp jingle, and Magneto pulled down his hood and clenched his fist. "You don't remember me, only my ability. Mutants are indeed a prop in your eyes!"

"No! That was a mistake. I apologize to you. We are all living in the wrong time when we cannot help ourselves. For the sake of God, please let me go."

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

Had it not been for the girl who was with the boy at the time to persuade him to leave soon, the researcher who has opened a small movie theater now would have died that day.

Magneto has no expression on his face, "Where is Schmidt now, do you know?"

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

The researcher shook his head desperately, his hands trembling violently, bowing down to the mutant like a god.

Magneto closed his eyes and sighed. It was a dramatic change. As expected, this place is still a theater. People who used to torment themselves as guinea pigs are now so afraid of their own strength.

Sure enough, only strength is the guarantee of the right to survival.

No country will speak for mutants, they are regarded as monsters and aliens, so he will do this to speak to the world on behalf of his own race.

"In this case, you are of no use."

Magneto lifted a finger and swayed it twice in front of him. The iron fence that separated the ticket booth and the hall was torn apart like noodles, making a sour metal distortion sound.

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

Seeing the man in front of him struggling and screaming, he couldn't help but ring out himself. In order to develop their superpowers, they have used various inhuman methods, and now, they will finally taste the fruits of hatred that they have planted by themselves.

The hatred will never disappear, it will only become heavier and more solid as the years go by.

"No! Please don't!"

At this moment, perhaps it was the screams that alarmed the researcher’s family. From the small house behind the ticket booth, a figure rushed out. She was vainly picked on the steel cage in the air, as if she was planning to break it open with her hands. Horrible instrument of torture.

Magneto looked at her for a moment, and didn't know her, who seemed to be someone who had nothing to do with the revenge plan.

"Are you his wife? Then do you know who he was before?"

"I know a little, but he already knows that he was wrong and wants to change it. He is a good man now and will always help everyone with enthusiasm. Please let him go." The woman also knelt on the ground and began to cry.

Magneto took a deep breath. "He is a nazi, his hands are covered with innocent blood, do you think it can be explained by regret? I have asked these beasts to spare my family and friends in the past, you Ask if he let it go?"

"That's different, he was also forced." The woman thought her husband was a good man, and she was still trying to reason with Magneto.

But if he would be shaken so easily, Magneto would not be him, his will and determination could not be changed by words.

"I can forgive him" Magneto replied faintly, but before the woman showed a relaxed expression, his five fingers suddenly closed, and only a creaking sound rang, the former researchers were crowded into a pile. Minced meat and bone residue "But the other souls I represent cannot."

"Devil!! You must die!" The woman felt sad, and before fainting, she pointed at Magneto with a trembling finger and shouted words of curse.

Magneto looked at the woman who fell on the ground, and slowly pulled up his hood. The melted snowflakes made the cloth cold, and the splashing blood was wiped off by his hand.

"Demon? If it is to prevent the tragedy from repeating, then you will treat me as I am. These persecutors must pay a price, otherwise the world's oppression of mutants will never stop."

This person must die, because the people who died in the concentration camp were not only the parents of Magneto, but also thousands of others.

And this honest man who looks ordinary now and wears glasses was Schmidt's biggest accomplice back then.

regret? What did you do earlier? People, it's not that they don't understand the true meaning of repentance when they die.

But Magneto finished talking to himself, he took it out of his pocket, took out a small stack of bills, sandwiched between two coins, and flew into the woman's hands.

Things fall into the same size. After all, he killed her husband. Maybe the money will make her live better.

She is also an innocent person, but the hatred spreads like this. Maybe her hatred will one day swallow Magneto, but before that, he still has a lot to do.

As to whether she will use the money and what she will do with the money, it will always be a mystery.

Magneto turned and pushed open the small door of the cinema. He still had a movie ticket in his hand. He threw it in the snow. He glanced at the poster surrounded by neon lights, and the light seemed extremely dazzling.

A peaceful and beautiful life has nothing to do with him. As Magneto, his future will live for all mutants and get justice for them. And there is only darkness in his life experience, so the conceivable means are naturally not destined for light.

This person didn't know where Schmidt had gone, and seemed to be looking for new clues next.

But at this moment, in the alley where he came, a flash of red light suddenly lit up in the darkness that twisted with the lane.

"The Magneto is very good." The hoarse voice sounded with a smile, like a demon whispering in the dark, the volume is not loud, but every word clearly penetrated Magneto's ear.

"Who are you?" Magneto watched the red dots get closer and closer, until the black and yellow armor appeared in the dark night.

"I have a lot of identity, just call me the death knell, and more are not necessary for introduction, you will always know in the future."

The weird man in armor walked slowly, Magneto tried to activate the ability to control the opponent's armor, but the armor that looked like metal suddenly squirmed, growing a tentacle with a big mouth, and sticking his tongue out at him.

He couldn't help but back up a few steps. This situation was beyond his common sense. It was not armor at all, but a living thing.

"No need to try. Before I came to see you, I had made a full set of preparations. This seemingly metal armor is actually made of flesh and blood. There is a concept called cloning. You are still too young now."

The other party noticed his plan, but didn't act excessively. Instead, he waved his hand easily, indicating that he was not hostile, and said openly.

"what do you want to do?"

Magneto is still calm in his heart. After all, this is a city. Even if the equipment and props on the opponent can't be controlled, there is still metal in the city.

He can control everything up to the car and ship, down to the manhole cover chopper, as long as the overwhelming metal crushes it, he has not seen anyone who can stop it.

"Hehe, relax, I'm here to negotiate terms with you."

I don’t know why, when I heard the phrase ‘negotiating terms’, Magneto felt tight in his heart, always feeling that he would lose something precious.

He stepped back a few steps~www.NovelMTL.com~ to the other side of the street, snow fell on his head, and gradually melted into the fabric fibers. "No, I'm not interested."

After all, he turned around and left. The opponent's origin and strength were unknown, so he suddenly appeared and called out his code name.

It was too weird, being watched by that one eye, he was like a frog stared at by a snake.

"Oh? Just leave it like this?" The death knell didn't chase him, but just looked at his back and asked with a proper volume, "Even if I can take out the chips you want most, don't you think about it?"

"What do you mean?" Magneto stopped, and a black footprint was stamped on the snow.

"Hehe, I visited your interrogation just now, are you looking for Klaus Schmidt?" Su Ming touched his chin, hugged his arms and said leisurely, "Your interrogation skills are very poor, and your intelligence ability is even better. Generally, it is a pseudonym. I not only know his real name, but also where he is, how about it? Are you interested in hearing my terms now?"

In the next second, all kinds of iron objects overwhelmingly flew from all directions, including kitchen knives or iron pots that passed through the windows of residents' houses, fire hydrants or lampposts unplugged from the side of the street.

These things were used as weapons, and they rushed towards Su Ming, but they didn't immediately drop them. Instead, they were suspended in the air with Magneto himself.

"tell me!"

Magneto stepped on a manhole cover and stood in the air with his hands behind his back. His shabby cloak was directly torn away, revealing the purple-red leather tights and cloak underneath.

"Wearing a two-layer cloak" Su Ming covered his face. Magneto's aesthetics really had a problem when he was young. "Are you planning to grab information? Also, what do you think of me as a weak person, planning to exercise your rights as a strong person. But whoever is strong and who is weak still has to be touched to know."

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