Chapter 611: SHIELD Director Peggy Carter’s plan to capture Magneto!

The memory is over.

Now, the great man who controls magnetism appears again with the disappearance of a despicable guy's life.

Magneto!

The once terrifying and trembling existence once again reappeared in everyone's sight.

Although.

There were not many people in the coffee shop at that time, but the appearance of Max Eisenhardt had obviously attracted the attention of relevant agencies.

The agents began to investigate his whereabouts, and a tense atmosphere began to pervade the entire city.

certainly.

The so-called tense atmosphere has nothing to do with Max Eisenhardt.

This man is not nervous.

To be honest, he now somewhat understands the thoughts of those devils in hell.

"A person's past always foreshadows his future. In the past, Dr. Hatcher played with the lives of mutants in applause, and then I took away his future."

"I will not immediately take responsibility for the wrong things I have done, but I will hold others accountable for their crimes."

"Well, strong but not unreasonable!"

"Really?"

With his hands folded across his chest, Max Eisenhardt raised his brows as he looked at the billowing white steam on the blue mug in front of him.

"The devil probably thinks so too."

"!"

Just then.

The door of the room was suddenly knocked from outside, and Max Eisenhardt's divergent thoughts were slightly restrained.

"who?!"

"Hello, house cleaning, weekly cleaning, I think sir you shouldn't miss it."

A gentle and delicate voice came from outside the door, sounding like a young girl in her twenties.

Her name is Dina.

Max Eisenhardt has lived here for more than half a month and has interacted with this lovely girl several times.

Every time I ask her for help, I can always do it, and of course it's just daily chores.

This includes small favors such as changing slippers, buying coffee, or ordering dinner.

"I'm really troubling you."

Max Eisenhardt opened the door to the room.

Standing outside the door was a woman wearing a blue dress and a large white apron on her waist. She was pushing a hotel-specific sanitary cart filled with various towels and bathrobes.

, as well as clean sheets and quilts.

"Hello, Mr. Sullivan, do you need..."

Mr. Sullivan!

His pseudonym here is sometimes more common than Max Eisenhardt!

Magneto's real name is always unknown.

"No need."

Before Dina finished speaking, she was directly interrupted by Max Eisenhardt.

"This room is quite clean. I can use it for another day, but have you brought what I want?!"

…

Beloit, Kansas.

Motel next to the highway, in the room on the west side of the second floor.

Dina, who was wearing a cleaning uniform, folded all the newspapers issued by today's magazines and handed them to Mr. Sullivan in front of her.

All right.

She was a little nervous.

As a hotel cleaning employee who is responsible for cleaning guest rooms, Dina has seen too many things in this motel.

Her clever mind allowed her to quickly figure out in just half a month that the so-called "Mr. Sullivan" was just a pseudonym for the man in front of her.

A man who needs to use a fake name...and looks so classy.

What would his true identity be?!

Oh, Dina really didn't even dare to guess about this.

And the other side.

Max Eisenhardt naturally knew this very well.

It's a bit funny to say that he once studied psychology specifically for his career.

It is no exaggeration to say that he thought he would be able to get a doctorate in psychology more or less.

And this Ms. Dina in front of me.

Although she looked calm on the surface, with the same smile on her face as always, but...

Her eyes, the corners of her mouth, even her gaze, and the hand that subconsciously clenched the newspaper, all the micro-movements and micro-expressions showed it.

She is nervous, she is scared.

She was saying the title "Mr. Sullivan" as much as possible in order to convince herself that the man in front of her was no threat to her through constant repetition.

"What an innocent woman."

Watching Dina go away, a small crack was left in the green door. Through this crack, Max Eisenhardt stared at her back, a rich dark color flashing deep in his eyes.

He confirmed it!

Before he puts on his helmet, few people can directly identify him.

but!

When he saw Dina take out her cell phone from her pocket and dial a series of numbers, things started to go wrong.

Max Eisenhardt's face suddenly sank, he opened the door to the room and quickly chased after him.

And in a hidden corner, an iron nail floated slightly.

"Dina."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Dina's body stiffened suddenly, with a rather forced professional smile on her face.

"What's the matter, Mr. Sullivan?!"

"Did you forget something just now?"

Max Eisenhardt raised his hand and looked at Dina who subconsciously took two steps back, with a faint smile on his face.

He didn't do anything, let alone launch any attack. He just held two banknotes in his hand.

"Oh, I did forget just now."

Looking at the banknotes in the other person's hand, Dina was obviously stunned, and then nodded in sudden realization, with a more or less genuine smile on her face.

"Thank you, Mr. Sullivan, and have a nice day."

…

Return to the room.

"You're so paranoid, old man."

Max Eisenhardt laughed at himself, feeling that he must be aging at an accelerated rate.

Otherwise, why would you think so wildly?

When a woman calls, she is most likely calling her boyfriend, mother, or sister... The call is innocent, so it is harmless.

Unless Dina is a better actor than he guessed, or a better agent!

but……

Regardless of whether he was mistaken or not, regardless of whether the woman was innocent or not, he could not stay in this motel any longer.

Max Eisenhardt turned his head and looked at the various newspapers pinned to the wall with various thumbtacks, his expression inexplicable.

"The brutal killer moved the police station"

"Terrorist attack on department store, six injured and one dead, may be a hate crime"
To be continued...