At this time, the Broadway incident had not yet subsided, and superhuman crime was on the rise around the world.
Then came news that shook all major organizations and forces on Earth.
The Brotherhood, led by Magneto, suddenly appeared in Alaska and engaged in battle with a powerful enemy. They also seemed to have been ambushed by a group of mysterious powerhouses, suffering extremely heavy losses! It was said that several key members had died.
This was a shocking event. Magneto, a professional who had dedicated himself to his cause for many years, honing his skills, was always either in prison or on his way there. Even if humans could capture him, they wouldn't dare kill this leader of the Mutants!
Who had attacked Magneto? And who could make Magneto suffer such a setback, causing heavy losses to the entire Brotherhood? In various darknets, countless ambiguous messages were circulating wildly, making it difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood, with rumors flying everywhere, creating chaos.
Anyone with a bit of status wanted to gather information, at least to find out what enemy had taken down Magneto.
Who on Earth had such power? Weyland's dilapidated building.
Duval sat on the sofa, idly shaking the glass in his hand, which contained nothing but water.
He looked at the computer screen in front of him, taking in all the messages circulating on the darknet.
"So that's it, Magneto suffered a loss? Ikaris alone clearly doesn't have that kind of power. It would be good enough if he wasn't beaten to death by Magneto. It's probably their battle that led to the awakening of the Deviants frozen in the lake."
Duval thought for a moment, suspecting that other Eternals might have joined the battle. He remembered that among the 11 Eternals, one possessed super speed, like the Flash from next door, capable of quickly transporting comrades from all over the world to the front lines, a first-class ability to summon reinforcements, second only to teleportation.
If he were to face both the Eternals and the Deviants at the same time, and be unfamiliar with their fighting styles, it would be reasonable for Magneto's Brotherhood to suffer a major loss.
"Magneto is a staunch extremist. When he finds out that Ikaris isn't the Deviant he thought he was, but that his recognized 'ancestors' are actually a group of big black dogs crawling on the ground, what will his expression be like?"
Duval slumped into the sofa, muttering to himself, and burst into laughter, clearly in a very good mood.
Around him, a group of Xenomorphs and a person gathered, protecting his safety.
In the entire building, besides Duval, only the Queen in the underground cave was more important.
"Are you doing this on purpose? Did you pass false information to Magneto?"
Elektra's face was stiff. Even though she tried to control her emotions, she still occasionally revealed a hint of resentment. She was constantly formulating escape plans, imagining how she would take a knife and carve beautiful scars all over Duval's serene and handsome face after regaining her freedom.
Elektra was not anxious about the situation of the Mutants, but about her own life and actions being controlled by Duval.
"Why do you say that, rookie assassin lady?" Duval said, "I just chatted with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Even you didn't understand, so how would Magneto know?"
"If you're not going to talk about Mutant affairs, what do I have to do to satisfy you?" Elektra really wanted to kill this man, but as soon as she had such a thought, the parasite in her chest would squirm, the clearest and most terrifying warning.
This feeling was very frightening, and Elektra also gained the blessing of the Xenomorph genes—superior strength, speed, and super self-healing ability, her strength soared, initially breaking away from the ordinary, which made her feel both happy and unhappy.
Duval raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What makes you think you can get freedom from me alive? Or are you willing to work for an organization like The Hand rather than serve me? At least I'm generous enough to improve your strength and extend your lifespan."
Elektra opened her full red lips, but didn't know what to say.
In a sense, this man was right. Between two guys who weren't good people, she seemed to only be able to choose one that was less bad?
"What do I need to do, new boss?" Elektra seemed to have lost all her strength, and lowered her head.
"Just stay by my side. I can't do everything myself, like when I get around to deciding to eliminate The Hand," Duval said casually.
Elektra looked puzzled: "You may not know how powerful The Hand is? Just you and these Xenomorphs..."
"No, I know very well. I also know who the master behind The Hand is, a ghostly thing from outside the Earth. Their fate should be certain," Duval said.
As they were talking, a Xenomorph walked behind Duval. There was nothing wrong with this. Xenomorphs weren't sculptures. The way to protect Duval's safety wasn't to stand still.
The moment this Xenomorph attacked Duval.
Elektra, who had been looking resentful and decadent, seemed like a different person. Instinctively wanting to protect Duval, she subconsciously drew her blade and blocked it in front of Duval's neck.
With a clang.
Elektra blocked the claws aimed at Duval.
At the same time, the other Xenomorphs moved, perfectly coordinated, instantly and accurately breaking the limbs of this Xenomorph, using their tails to pierce the shoulders of this Xenomorph, and lifting it into the air.
"I was wondering how long you could hold out, but I didn't expect it to be so soon," Duval said calmly, turning his head.
The form of this Courier Xenomorph changed, eventually transforming into a person.
Mystique Raven.
"You knew from the beginning?" Raven stared at Duval.
"Of course, I can establish an inseparable mental connection with every Xenomorph, but you just had to sneak in. Do you know how awkward it is to have a vegetable pie with a curry scent mixed in with a bunch of delicious Twinkies?"
Duval sighed and patted Mystique Raven's cheek.
Hmm, feels good, he thought, and pinched it hard again.
Mystique Raven didn't show any unusual expression. This level of thing was nothing to her and wouldn't cause her any psychological change.
If she hadn't confirmed that this guy was obsessed with Xenomorphs all day long, she would have wanted to use her beauty to deal with Duval, but after thinking about it, she felt that this kind of calm man shouldn't fall for it, so she didn't do it.
"Why?" Raven was still unwilling to give up. "Why did you deliberately spread false information and use me to attack the Brotherhood? Maybe you are also a Mutant, and the ability you have now comes from the X gene..."
"That's right, theoretically there is such a possibility, but I may also be on Professor X's side, specializing in weakening you." Duval said, "But I never gave you any definite information from the beginning. You were being smart and believing what you wanted to believe. You killed your people, not me."
Raven frowned, just staring at Duval. After a while, the machine on her arm vibrated, and she said, "Erik wants to talk to you."
Duval ordered a Xenomorph to release Raven's arm.
Raven didn't take this opportunity to do anything, such as taking the opportunity to attack Duval to get herself out of trouble, but turned on the machine's speaker.
"If this was an invitation from you to me from the beginning, I have to say, you succeeded. This trick is very effective."
Magneto's voice sounded: "Boy, let's talk now, about the real Deviants. In return, I will give you what you want—that group of damned, lowly reptiles that jumped out of the lake to launch a sneak attack!!"
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