The real masters of this world never thought that the Mutants would become a big problem.
It seemed that the total number of Mutants in the millions was terrifying! The ability to destroy the world was very dangerous! The future direction of human evolution was very grand! However, in reality, the Mutants were only one in ten million of the total human population. More than 90% of them only looked different from ordinary people. They did not even have any actual abilities.
How could such a group of people be called a big problem for humanity? The methods that humans used to deal with them were at most the same as those used to deal with terrorists. In other words, their biggest threat was nothing more than what extremists could do. Terrorist attacks! Assassinations! Destruction!
The Mutants had a lot of potential, but they were just a group of unstable elements in the human society. If they united, it would be a bit tricky. However, this group was also full of contradictions. Their thinking was extremely chaotic. They were like a condensed human society, with all kinds of contradictions between each other.
Such a group of people wanted to threaten the real masters of this world, the real masters of this country, and the group of people who controlled the operation of this society. They were far from that group of people!
They were all people with millions of dollars in a minute. They were all big shots who controlled the global financial lifeline. Just a stomp of their feet could affect the livelihood of millions of people. They had tens of billions in net worth. Why would they need to hang around with the lower class mutated humans? They had no money, no power, and even lacked influence. Why would they care about human rights?
In their view, the real home of the Mutants should be in the laboratory, on the operating table, for the extension of human life and health, for the progress of scientific research. To contribute to their health and the development of the industry, they had to make outstanding contributions. They should not do anything about the progress of society. They should do things like scientific research or promote the development of human society. Such ridiculous and ridiculous things!
But all of this. It all ended with a name called Apocalypse!
In the underground base of Philadelphia, there was a nuclear bunker buried deep in the ground. It was a well-equipped underground base. This place was designed to allow the rich and powerful to continue living comfortably in this world in the event of a nuclear war in the future. However, the designers at that time were far from having such a rich imagination. They could not have anticipated this absurd crisis of life and death.
They definitely could not imagine it. The most powerful men in the world came here not for their own survival and comfort, but to fight for the appendages other than their own bodies, the things that truly represented their existence: power, status, and wealth.
The people here could accept death, but they absolutely could not accept living with nothing.
In the base, there was a room completely devoid of metal. This was obviously to prevent special attacks. For example, high-frequency electromagnetic wave attacks were also because there was a type of person in a place with metal. It would be quite dangerous, such as Magneto, who was sitting on the left side of the room.
The old man sitting on the right had his hands crossed under his chin. His right thumb, which was adorned with a shining gem, was half-raised to stroke the skin under his loose jaw. The old man's eyes were half-closed, as if he was looking at Magneto, but it didn't seem like he was.
The gem on the old man's thumb slid across his skin. Feeling the cold aura, he said slowly, "Eric. Too many things have changed in the past few days. I want to hear your opinion. What do you think? "
"Ask me? Do you want me to sing praises for your gravedigger? Your destruction is at hand, your good days are over! What do you think I should think? " Magneto's voice was calm and powerful, and his eyes showed a sarcastic smile as he looked at the old man who was forcing himself to calm down. "Mutants are ending the glory of mankind. Under the sun, we are the most superior, aren't we?"
"No! Mutants are just a group of clowns. I used to think so. Now, Apocalypse is coming, and I think so too. I'm not wrong. Even Apocalypse looks down on you, doesn't it? His power does not come from his ability, but from something deeper, human wisdom. "
"He is proud of his human identity. He shows the power of science. We are the future, mankind is the future..."
"But he is still a Mutant!" Magneto interrupted. "Even if he doesn't admit it, he is indeed our brother and our glory. He shows the stronger side of Mutants and makes us realize the power of wisdom. This can only show that Mutants have more potential than humans in this power. "
The plastic ashtray in front of the old man suddenly floated up and swirled between Magneto and the old man. "Must having abilities be a Mutant? Is Apocalypse a Mutant? I also have abilities. Am I also a Mutant? This is the power of science. Apocalypse can do this. Abilities are a miracle to you, but to him, it is just research. "
"Who is your friend, who is your enemy? Eric, you have to recognize this. "
Magneto fell into silence. An oppressive force destroyed the ashtray in front of the old man. The electromagnetic power completely dissociated the plastic from the molecular level, and a pool of white powder flew between them.
The old man didn't seem surprised. He sat calmly in front of Magneto and smiled. "Eric, your strength has improved again. You really surprise me. "
"Apocalypse may be my enemy, but humans are far from my friends!" Magneto looked at the old man and said in a low voice. Perhaps it was because of fear, or perhaps it touched a certain heartstring. There was an unconcealable weakness in his voice. But soon, Magneto straightened his back and restrained this trace of vulnerability. He said, "I have only one position, and that is the position of Mutants. I have only one determination, and that is the determination of Mutants."
"We are not your enemy, Eric. Don't forget, in addition to being a Mutant, you are also a Jew!" The old man looked at him, and there was a hint of approval in his tone. "You are our compatriot, you are our brother, we are not your enemy, we are your family. In addition to Mutants, you also need to stand in the position of a Jew and think about the problem. "
"Jews are only the past, and Mutants are the future!"
"Future?" The old man chuckled. "Mutants have never been the future. They are just a group of eliminated waste. Don't think of the power of Apocalypse as the power of Mutants. You were born into the system, and you have always been bound and ruled. We are the rulers. The will of the system, and Mutants are just a discarded part of the system. "
"A group of overthrown rulers. A destroyed will? "Magneto sneered.
"But that is also the Apocalypse that destroyed us. It is his civilization that destroyed us. Apocalypse and we have the same power. It is a war between two civilizations. It is a war between scientific systems and wisdom. In this war, there is no place for Mutants. In this changing situation, you are not the protagonist. "
The old man sighed. "It is because our strength is not united. Only then will we encounter failure and setbacks, will we usher in a devastating blow. Rulers need a unified will, a leader, and we must unite. That is why I met you. "
"Will I be that leader?" Magneto asked with interest.
"You can be one of us, and you should be one of us, because without our protection, you will encounter a lot of danger. There will be no second will in this country. We will unite under one banner. Working for one goal. "
"What are you going to do?" Magneto asked solemnly.
"Some choices. We are already aware of the current crisis. Including the threat of Apocalypse, the threat of Skynet, and some economic crises, we need a stronger system to deal with it. The resurrected Soviet Union has given us a good example. A strong will to adapt to the competition of civilization. "
The old man looked into Magneto's eyes and said that sentence word by word. "We have made some choices. Maybe socialism is a good system. Something like nationalism is obviously good for the unity of the people. You know, now we need to unite to deal with something, like our failure in London. "
Magneto stared at the old man as if he could see a flower on his wrinkled face. His gaze put a lot of pressure on the old man, causing him to shift uncomfortably, avoiding Magneto's direct gaze.
"Fascism!" The word popped out of Magneto's teeth.
"National Socialism, or National Socialism." The old man added.
"Are you going to tell me that you are going to unite under the Nazi banner and build a National Socialist American Workers' Party? Are you going to put Jews in concentration camps, like what the Nazis did to me a decade ago? No, you won't do that because you are also Jewish. Then who is your 'enemy'? "
"Racism, nationalism, the two banners of Nazism, isn't it ridiculous for a country of immigrants? I almost forgot. You guys seem to have brainwashed the Americans into thinking that Jews are all pure and innocent! So who is your enemy, besides Skynet, besides Apocalypse, who else is there? "
The old man was silent. He stared at the flag on the wall for a long time before asking, "Why are you reacting so strongly? I know, your mutant excellence theory, learned a lot from Hitler, you are also a thorough fascist, or, in other words, a peddling fascist ideas careerist. "
"We don't believe in it, do we? We just use it to get more, more centralized power to deal with some changes. The facts of the Soviet Union tell us that a centralized system is more able to deal with some things and get some things. It can help us survive this crisis and develop quickly. "
"You want to put us in concentration camps!" Magneto concluded. "Mutants are the next Jews, right? Human supremacy is also a form of racism. Humans are nobler than mutants, and Americans are nobler than American mutants. We are monsters, we are deformed. Just like what most people think, they propagate our sins and then lock us up in concentration camps! "
"Killing mutated humans will unite you all? The Soviet Union is your enemy, Skynet is your enemy, the mutants are your enemy. Unite under the leadership of a leader, unite under the same will, then what? Jews are the smartest race, the best race? "
"There are too few Jews to get the majority's approval, so we choose Caucasians! Caucasians, "the old man said.
"Racism and nationalism are the easiest to motivate the majority, aren't they? They always think they are excellent, but they can't find enough reasons to prove it, because they are complete failures in life. Only blood, race, and ethnicity can give them a sense of superiority out of thin air. People are so easily fooled. "
"I don't intend to deny the stupidity and ignorance of humans, but this does not mean that I will let you kill us. Mutants will not be the next Jews. We will resist and then be crowned kings," Magneto said in a deep voice, his fingertips already white.
"Even Hitler allowed the existence of the Jewish franchise. You are our compatriot, Eric! The Jewish family welcomes you. As long as you stand among us, then nothing will be a problem. You and your brotherhood will be safe. We cooperate with the government. After all, we only monitor those 'dangerous' mutants. "
The old man spread his hands. "Jews or Mutants, you have to make a choice, Eric. Isn't it obvious? You know who is powerful and who will win in the end! "
Magneto slowly got up and stared at the table in front of the old man, the conspicuous David hexagram. His fingertips stroked the black and white photo. It was his past.
A calm smile appeared on the old man's face.
But Magneto's hand didn't stop. He stopped at the tip of the old man's nose. "I know who my brother is!"
The magnetic field shattered everything. The air in front of the old man twisted and spread to the center of his eyebrows. The twisted magnetic field, strong enough to separate atoms, was enough to tear everything apart. The old man's skull would be smashed like an egg.
But everything stopped in the next moment. The space behind the old man twisted. A bald little girl looked at Eric curiously. He curled up in pain and slipped from the table to the ground. The old man pulled back his cane from his abdomen. The heavy steel weapon easily paralyzed Eric's nerves.
The old man whispered in Eric's ear, "What a wrong choice, Eric! Humans are greater than you think. We have your nemesis. How about trying this? "
The old man put a serum on Magneto's neck. Magneto felt the power in his body gradually leaving him. He collapsed weakly on the ground. To his despair, he could no longer feel the ubiquitous magnetic field. Nothing could make him more desperate than this.
"Without your abilities, what are you? Idiot, in our eyes, you are a group of mutant gorillas. What do you know about human pride? Learn it well! What is a Nazi! What is a racist! Open your eyes and see. We have never been serious. Otherwise, you would have been killed long ago. "
The old man came up to the girl and said to Magneto with a smile, "The abilities of Mutants are always mutually exclusive. Guess what we found out from her? Ability Jammer, and of course the mutant serum. You can rest assured that most Mutants will not be forced to inject the serum. They will die in the laboratory first, I promise. "
"This is the power of human beings. What we fear is never Mutants. What we fear is not Apocalypse's abilities, but his knowledge and wisdom, and his unscrupulous madness. The Hyperspace Transporter will drop Ability Jammer and Gene Detectors in major cities across the United States. Of course, there will also be troops carrying suppressive serum. Your end is here, bastard! "
"How long have we been studying you? How long have we been studying you mutants? We have the files of every single one of you. We have the analysis reports of every single one of your abilities. The people you care about and the environment you live in are all under our control. We have developed no less than 20 targeted killing weapons against Mutants. We don't even have to do it ourselves. We can control these weapons in the control room and kill you all. "
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