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Subversive weapons research and development department.

"Hahaha!"

"Finally I've been waiting for this moment!"

"The launch of the shuttle program will only prove the ignorance and stupidity of you people. The world will not remain static."

"In every special era, a person will appear to promote the development of the world. It just so happens that this time, it's my turn!"

"The world will remember Folsen's name, and everyone will shout endlessly for this historic moment!!!"

The crazy Dr. Folsen is currently waiting for his close assistant and the No. 1 Experimental Combat Team to successfully return with the mission goal.

A pair of blue eyes filled with ambition, looking at the space shuttle with the large Pioneer Technology logo painted on it, finally let out a hearty laugh in the empty laboratory.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The abnormal report sent back by the team in progress on the mission ahead finally returned to the laboratory.

"Beep beep beep!"

The siren suddenly flashed a red light continuously, accompanied by a harsh siren sound. The electronic screen in front of me, which originally had a safe blue color, was suddenly replaced by a scary red color.

"What's going on?"

Dr. Folsen's face was ugly. He trotted all the way to the computer and began typing quickly on the keyboard with his hands. Under his thick glasses, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"There is something strange at the time and space node?"

"How is this possible?"

Bang!

Dr. Folsen gritted his teeth and clenched his fists hard.

It hit the table next to it with a loud bang, and the force was so strong that a special alloy was even made into a small crater on the experimental table.

If Dr. Gemma were still here, he would definitely be wide-eyed with horror.

Because he discovered a secret!

A secret that no one knows except Dr. Folson.

He actually used his own body to conduct experiments. This guy has definitely transformed his own body.

Maybe it's some kind of technology, maybe it's some kind of medicine, but in short he is an out-and-out lunatic.

"no."

"There is no way to transmit the data. I'm afraid things are a little tricky now..."

Dr. Folson frowned.

Just when he was about to start the second plan, suddenly, the screen on the computer screen changed, and the blue words representing safety reappeared, and the alarm that had been noisy in his ears also quieted down.

"This is!"

Dr. Folsen was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was obviously the second self-inspection of the front experimental team that passed.

The rescue target, that is, the Magneto he expected still exists, then everything will be fine.

"The mission continues."

"I look forward to your arrival, Magneto."

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Inside the motel.

In the small room, whether it was an iron frame bed, an iron nail that a previous guest had accidentally left in the table, or other items, everything was floating in the air.

Max Eisenhardt was using all his rationality to suppress the anger in his heart.

That's right.

The picture flashed across the TV just now.

Coincidentally, there was news about a doctor who was brutally murdered in public three days ago, and this news completely aroused Max Eisenhardt's memories and anger.

Dr. Eli Hatcher.

One person especially likes to leave the laboratory on time at 3:00 every afternoon, take a bus to an outdoor coffee shop 3 kilometers away from the laboratory.

Just looking at his appearance.

Just like a good old man wearing a white research coat, honest and honest, always with a smile on his face.

The most important thing is that he is very talkative, and everyone who has talked to him, without exception, feels as warm as a spring breeze. Even if he goes to inquire about his neighbors, everyone will always praise him when they mention him.

However!

Facts prove.

A person who looks too honest and can be praised by everyone will never be as simple as he appears on the surface.

Code name: Derek Anger, also known as: John Hendricks.

Significant contributions to anti-mutant organizations such as the Purifiers, human rights organizations and Friends of Humanity.

For this Ph.D.

Three days ago, Max Eisenhardt went to look for it in person, and had a cordial and friendly conversation face to face in Eli Hatcher's favorite coffee shop.

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then.

"Can I sit here?"

Wearing a black trench coat and a shaved head, his handsome appearance made other customers in the coffee shop look at him from time to time.

As he spoke, Max Eisenhardt pulled out the chair directly opposite him and sat down on it. At the same time, he and the lady who came with a menu and dressed in a maid outfit skillfully ordered a cup of black coffee.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

Looking at the familiar guy in front of him, Eli Hatcher blinked in confusion.

All right.

He admitted that because he was in the laboratory all day long, his memory might not be particularly good.

but!

He had just racked his brains to recall for a long time that since he was a child, he had never dealt with a bald man.

so.

Who is this familiar guy wearing a black windbreaker?

"You don't know me, but we know each other now."

Max Eisenhardt shrugged his shoulders bluntly.

Staring straight at the honest man in front of him, he tapped his fingers on the table with a playful smile.

"Although it is surprising that we have never met, Dr. Eli Hatcher, our common fields of activity should have brought us to meet each other long ago."

Even though Max Eisenhardt didn't point it out, perhaps this statement was confusing to other people's ears, but it still made Eli Hatcher's face change suddenly because of something that was clear to both parties.

Mutants!

He stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh creaking sound as it slid on the cement pavement.

"what you up to?!"

"No, you damn guy, what is your purpose!!"

Almost instantly, all the eyes of everyone in the coffee shop were directed here.

after all.

Everyone has curiosity and gossip.

Especially a quarrel between two men, isn't it?

"Did you think you would never have to pay for your anti-evolution crimes and atone for your support of genetic ethnic cleansing?!"

Max Eisenhardt also stood up slowly and said these words in a cold tone.

His overwhelming height advantage allowed him to look down at the pale man in front of him.

The biting sound was like the scythe of death, approaching Eli Hatcher bit by bit.

"That's just because no one asked you."

"All the drama, so far!"

As the words fell.

All the metal instruments in the sky flew up and crashed onto Dr. Eli Hatcher's body.

Max Eisenhardt strolled away amid the screams and running of the crowd.
Chapter completed!