Magneto left with soaring rage, trying to recall his recent fragmented memories. He suddenly remembered that Sentinel—Robert Reynolds—seemed to be the person Duval had asked Professor X to find at the joint summit.
An unremarkable ordinary person, what did Duval do to make him such a powerful life form? This is simply a modern version of Treasure Island.
Magneto couldn't help but look back, catching a glimpse of a magnificent building's outline, feeling his blood pressure spike. He forcibly turned his head and disappeared into the distance.
Sensing Professor X's Life Magnetic Field, he glanced at the sky, casually crushing a few surveillance satellites in outer space, and found Professor X and the others in a mountain stronghold.
"Erik, it's good you're back, or we would have thought you were controlled by Duval." The four-thousand-year-old Red Devil sized up Magneto, emitting a malicious low laugh.
As a Devil Mutant, he loved having fun the most. As for the Mutant cause, it was secondary to him. After all, no matter how powerful Magneto was, could he surpass Apocalypse back then?
"Azazel, you should brush your teeth and clean your mouth, or how could you say such things?" Mystique looked at Red Devil with disgust. She once had a child with this red-skinned man, the one known as Nightcrawler.
Mystique Raven also had a Xenomorph larva in her body. When Magneto approached, her expression became extremely interesting because she sensed the presence of another Xenomorph on Magneto.
Red Devil chuckled, "We can confirm one good thing, that Erik's head is fine now and won't go crazy again."
"This is Stryker's conspiracy. His son is a very powerful Mutant who bypassed your defenses and stimulated my brain."
Magneto glanced at Mystique, walked past her, and came to the unconscious Professor X.
Wolverine wanted to step forward and stop this dangerous element, but Magneto simply waved his hand, throwing Wolverine, with his entire skeleton made of metal, dozens of meters away.
"Charles still hasn't woken up?" Magneto's expression was terrible, but he found that Professor X's expression was even worse, no different from an ordinary human old man tormented by illness.
Professor X was, after all, a mortal body. This time, his brain had problems, which was a serious injury to his body.
"Soon, he's getting better." Jean stood beside Professor X, expressionless.
Magneto looked at Jean Grey in surprise, keenly sensing that the doctor's condition was not right, too calm, and suspected that the Black Phoenix force in her body was about to awaken, but he, who had just gone mad not long ago, didn't seem qualified to accuse Jean.
"When Charles wakes up, I will let him talk to you properly, and it's best to help you stimulate your potential as soon as possible," Magneto said.
Jean Grey shook her head gently, meeting a crowd of puzzled gazes.
Cyclops always kept his fingers on his temples, ready to fire Heat Vision at Magneto at any time, and said, "You are now the most terrible terrorist in the world, the culprit who killed countless people, don't think we will treat you as a friend."
"Friend? I just heard this nonsense from Duval, and it makes me sick." Magneto felt the throbbing in his chest, his face even more unsightly, "After Charles wakes up, the Brotherhood and the X-Men will officially merge, and we will join forces to find Stryker and then kill him."
"Aren't you afraid of being controlled by Stryker again?" Red Devil looked teasing, not afraid of big trouble. Anyway, he had a long life and the ability to teleport. If he really encountered a strong enemy, he could instantly escape to the other side of the earth, then lie low for hundreds or thousands of years, outlive the enemy, and then come out again, alive and kicking.
"Mastermind is dead. I don't believe Stryker has a second Mutant who can create illusions. Even if he does..." Magneto frowned, hesitating.
Except for Mystique, everyone else looked at him inexplicably, becoming alert, suspecting that Magneto had fallen into that crazy state again, but fortunately, he hadn't.
"Rest for another day. Azazel, go bring some of the Brotherhood's brothers and sisters over, those with strong strength, and transport some food and water." Magneto ordered.
Red Devil, dressed in a suit and tie, bowed elegantly, "Willing to serve you, leader."
After speaking, he disappeared into smoke.
They were waiting, but someone was busy.
"Damn it, Magneto destroyed the satellite, causing at least 100 million dollars in losses!"
"He looks very angry, and the energy index on his body has always maintained a high level, about 30% of what it was in Westchester!"
"Ha, how ironic, what is this, the executioner's anger? Unless he goes crazy again and slaughters hundreds of thousands of people! What we need to care about is whether he is controlled by Duval! If so, did he break with Duval? Did he fight with Duval? Why build a house for Duval!"
"Duval transformed a thief like Robert Reynolds into an extremely terrifying host. Even if we can use public opinion to get rid of Reynolds, we still have to face the Chestburster Xenomorph."
Reynolds is, after all, human, but if the Xenomorph in his body Chestbursters out, just thinking about it, you know that the Xenomorph will be more difficult to deal with and have no weaknesses.
Countless people are extremely eager to know Duval's method. They also want to control such a powerful individual as Sentinel, but unfortunately, they don't know that the miracle of Sentinel cannot be replicated.
Fury was overwhelmed, looking at the mountain of documents on hand and the constant inquiries.
The battle of Westchester greatly shocked the world. The deaths of hundreds of thousands of people were just the damage caused by the battle between two superhumans.
This made the power of superhumans directly exposed to the world. Many people also realized for the first time that when superhumans standing at the top level make a full effort, the result is no less than a large-scale war.
This is just a battle. What if there really is a guy with great power who intends to destroy the world? This kind of person is completely a humanoid self-propelled nuclear warhead, but it is much more flexible than a nuclear warhead and can be reused! S.H.I.E.L.D.'s status has been greatly improved in a very short period of time. They give money if you want money, and people if you want people. There is only one purpose: to cultivate their own superhumans who can also defeat Magneto!
Fury looked at this request, his forehead throbbing. These guys are really whimsical.
How many guys of the level of Sentinel and Magneto are there in the world? If there were many, they would have killed Magneto long ago.
"Strength, strength, would I not know that this thing is important? But mastering the level of power of Magneto, cultivating the next Robert Reynolds, how can this be so simple." Fury said with a cold face, bearing huge pressure.
He played the recorded footage of the Sentinel and Magneto battle over and over. Although the footage was often obscured by massive dust clouds, dark clouds, and shockwaves that blocked the satellite's view, even so, one could feel the terror and danger of the battle.
This battle shattered the rules and norms on a global scale, raised the standard of "safety" without limit, and shattered the worldviews of billions of people.
"Duval is an absolute anomaly. I've scoured historical records and haven't found a second person like him. His rise has been too fast, the rate of his power increase is too astonishing, and he always strikes from unpredictable angles."
Coulson arrived with a stack of new files, placed them in front of Fury, and said, "However, we can be optimistic. Magneto may not have been parasitized by Duval."
"How can we be sure, Coulson? Find Magneto, draw some blood from the old man, and see if it's corrosive?" Fury shook his head.
Coulson stared at the man in front of him. If he remembered correctly, Fury was much older than Magneto. He pondered for a moment and said, "I don't think so. Magneto didn't return to the Brotherhood, but went to Professor X. A grand alliance of mutants is already an unstoppable trend. We can't stop it, we can only find ways to provoke internal conflicts to dismantle them."
S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't do anything about people like Magneto. Even if they knew Magneto was responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people, what could they do? Continue to issue higher-level arrest warrants? Like adding a colored warrant to the red notice? Don't be ridiculous. The arrest warrants related to Magneto could be stacked from Earth to the Moon. No one has ever taken them seriously.
"I have a new discovery about the reason for Magneto's madness."
Coulson pulled out two documents and placed them in front of Fury.
The first document detailed Stryker's organization of troops to attack Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
"What's interesting is the second document. Stryker once had a happy family, a beautiful wife, and an excellent son, until a terrible fire occurred. The cause has never been found. His wife died tragically, and his son disappeared, at least from the population records."
Fury immediately understood Coulson's meaning: "But the firefighters who arrived at the scene didn't see any flames. Are you saying, Stryker's son?"
"Many people once speculated that Stryker's son was a mutant who awakened his abilities and caused the tragedy, but after so many years, no one has mentioned it again. Until Stryker attacked Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, and Magneto went crazy for no reason, I think his missing son is the reason."
"Have you found his son, Jason Stryker?"
"Even the body couldn't be found. Perhaps he was destroyed along with Westchester long ago. People who are good at mental manipulation generally don't have strong physical qualities."
Coulson tapped on the electronic device for a while and opened a virtual screen: It was a world map with sporadic red dots flashing constantly, with the vast majority of red dots concentrated on the American continent.
"The Xenomorphs have a tendency to gather continuously. I originally thought he would increase his revenge against the Black Magic Users, but it doesn't seem to be the case. Duval is willing to go to war with the military to deal with Stryker. Do we need to notify Stryker?" Coulson asked.
Fury slowly shook his head: "No need, both the mutants and Duval want him dead, then let him die."
"Understood, this is the fate of adventurers. The very few who succeed enjoy flowers and applause, but more people are paved as cornerstones and die silently." Coulson revealed a look of understanding.
"Heh, Stryker should feel gratified, because he is destined not to die silently, but with great fanfare, vigorously."
Stryker was beyond saving, but Fury valued the valuable information he possessed.
He sent Stryker a letter, bluntly demanding all of Stryker's scientific research results, and promised to avenge Stryker. Of course, the promise of the head of the agents was worthless, just listen to it.
"Coulson, the fact that you can appear in front of me means that you already have a response plan in mind, right? I want to hear it." Fury stared at the gentle man in front of him with his fierce one eye.
Coulson rummaged through the pile of documents he brought and smiled: "Yes, boss, I am indeed prepared. I have at least three plans to deal with Duval's threat."
"I think it's not some kind of trick to make us sue for peace with him. We are S.H.I.E.L.D., a large organization, and we can't bow our heads to a superhuman who relies on emotions and moods to vent his power. This is a disaster for the world."
Organizations are more reliable than capricious individuals. This is Nick Fury's logic. An organization is the sum of a group of people and can always make wise decisions, but individuals can't. One day, they are in a bad mood, feel that their dignity has been offended, and then rely on their own power to kill wantonly, which is an unstable factor for global stability.
Coulson pointed to the many red dots on the screen and said confidently: "The first plan, start the Master Mold Project! This plan includes Duval himself, as well as a large number of Xenomorphs and mutants."
"The second plan, I have found a powerful ally with special mental abilities. He will permanently solve Duval's control over the Xenomorphs, and even transform the power of the Xenomorphs into a power controlled by S.H.I.E.L.D. Even the Sentinels, in theory, will be affected by the Xenomorphs in their bodies."
Special mental ability?
Fury was very interested. He keenly realized that this might be a very targeted mental power, for example, specifically targeting non-human creatures like Xenomorphs to produce an effect? "The third plan, that Black Dragon..." Coulson suddenly lowered his voice.
Fury recalled some unbearable past events.
"I will be responsible for the Master Mold Project, building a super arsenal on the edge of the sun. This was originally the ultimate solution to deal with mutants. I didn't expect that Xenomorphs would be added to the hunting target."
Fury looked at Coulson appreciatively. This man was shrewd and capable: "You will be responsible for implementing the second plan. If there is progress, you will be a level ten agent. Then you should also know that you must find a way to control your allies. I don't want a second Duval to appear."
Coulson looked understanding.
"We have the opportunity to see S.H.I.E.L.D. incorporate all the Xenomorphs. Just thinking about this scene makes me feel relieved. The safety of the Earth will be guaranteed to the greatest extent." Coulson's face was full of longing.
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Suburbs of New York City.
This is a super skyscraper with a height of 620 meters and a full 120 floors, like a blade pointing straight to the sky, shining brightly in the sunlight.
It can be said to have risen from the ground.
The entire construction process was recorded throughout, but no one can replicate this construction process.
After all, this was a building spearheaded by Magneto. Could it be that they would, like Duval, send a subordinate to beat Magneto down and then bring him back?
But having Magneto do construction, no matter how you look at it, feels incredibly bizarre.
Outside the building, there was a constant stream of fearless individuals who came seeking fame. A few were crazy reporters, but most were fanatical crowds.
They admired Duval's power, stimulated by the Westchester battle, and sought to dabble in power, to become superhumans.
In this world, who is more trustworthy than Duval?
"Where is the Xenomorph Master? Which floor is he on? I think I saw him!"
"What Xenomorph Master? That nickname is terrible. We all call him Brain Demon online! Listen, Brain Demon! The leader who controls the Xenomorph army, a devil who controls monsters to hunt monsters. You don't believe in vampires, but I do. It was Duval who wiped out the vampires and protected our nights."
"Shut up, I remember he has never publicly responded to online disputes and controversies, let alone declared what nickname he approves of!"
"Great Duval, perfect Xenomorph, ah, I tremble all over just thinking about the Xenomorph's figure, I can't even stand... Let me become a member of the Xenomorphs!"
"The Chestburster kind?"
"No, of course not the Chestburster kind! Damn it, why would you want to be Chestbursted? It should be like the Sentinel, look, the golden figure flying out of the building, isn't that a Sentinel? He's here!... And he flew back."
"He flew out again!"
"I am a survivor of Westchester, I long to join the Xenomorph Legion, I have a strong enough body to carry the great Xenomorph! I want to have the power to protect my family!"
More and more people gathered around. Seeing that Duval had no reaction, and the Xenomorphs occasionally flashing past around the building did not attack the crowd a hundred meters away, some people shouted fanatically. Soon, the police arrived and set up a cordon.
"These idiots, if we don't stop them, they will rush over and be mercilessly torn to pieces by the Xenomorphs!" a policeman grumbled.
George Stacy, who had just been promoted to Commissioner, said in a deep voice, "They are frightened and will follow their instincts to seek security. Where in all of New York is safer than here? Even the strongman who defeated Magneto is Duval's man, and Magneto even built a base for Duval."
That's right, George got promoted again. The heroic former Commissioner was affected by the Westchester battle and his body was never found. George Stacy, who had just been promoted to Deputy Commissioner for two months, had to take office with tears in his eyes.
"This world is really crazy. Obviously, there were two people who destroyed Westchester, but one is a criminal and the other is a hero," a police officer complained. "So what should we do? What if Duval really selects people from these people?"
George Stacy also felt embarrassed. He knew the inside story and knew that Duval had been capturing vampires and sending them to the alien battlefield. This was an extremely crazy thing. It was foreseeable that if Duval really recruited people from ordinary people, without thinking, they would definitely be sent to fight aliens.
On the top floor of the building, Duval looked up, gazing at the rising sun.
"Reynolds, don't fly around, I can hear the voices of those poor people below getting hoarse," Duval pointed to the sun in the sky, "Do you have any wonderful feelings?"
"I'm very excited, as long as I have their cheers and shouts." Reynolds completely didn't understand what Duval wanted to express, always wanting to fly in front of the crowd and enjoy everyone's worship.
If mortals ignored him, Reynolds would be angry and frustrated. He was a person who valued public support very much.
Duval didn't care about his addiction. This kind of trivial hobby was completely acceptable. He turned to look at Elektra.
"I already know about your contact with the people of Kamar-Taj. There's no need to get too close to them, but we can cooperate in hunting down Black Magic Users. Anyone who offends us must either be eliminated physically, or be captured and become one of us, but Black Magic Users are not qualified to be hosts."
As soon as Duval thought of Kaecilius, he felt that it was better to kill this thing as soon as possible. Now is indeed a good opportunity.
"Kaecilius paid the price, and cannot use Black Magic to repair this price, Elektra, when you really encounter him, I will send Reynolds to help you, be sure to kill this Black Magic dog."
Duval glanced at Elektra's slowly growing shoulder. Dealing with Black Magic Users is always much more dangerous.
"I can go now! I have super speed—" Reynolds became excited, he couldn't wait to find more enemies and then accept people's cheers.
Reynolds now, as soon as he releases his super hearing, he hears countless prayers, many of whom lost their relatives and friends in the battle of Westchester.
The deaths of hundreds of thousands of people are enough to plunge this city into prolonged sadness and fear.
At this time, the great Sentinel adult needs to descend, bathed in the sacred golden light, to bring comfort to the world, Reynolds thinks so.
Especially, Reynolds realized that his master Duval, was an extremely generous and magnanimous person, who never criticized him for his personal preferences and private affairs, which greatly boosted Reynolds' confidence.
Duval looked up at Reynolds: "Don't go alone, with your IQ, you will be exiled by Kaecilius in an instant, your fighting style is not a secret."
"How should we deal with those fanatical believers outside? They long to become your people and get power and security from you," Elektra said.
At this time, Mister Blue, who had been looking down and reading various experimental data, raised his head: "You can hand them over to me, I will conduct live experiments, many subjects can use them, such as live extraction of larvae, etc."
Duval ignored him.
"Don't pay attention to them, if you can get extraordinary power by shouting a few times, then this power is too cheap. Isn't this area an abandoned industrial park? People who plan to live here will naturally be protected. Maybe in a few years, this place of ours can form a brand new prosperous area, the most powerful and safest." Duval didn't take these ordinary people to heart.
Just kidding, with the time to select ordinary citizens, he might as well look for more vampires, vampires are much stronger than these ordinary people.
The Drone Xenomorph born from parasitizing ordinary people is just so-so, not much stronger than the ordinary Courier Xenomorph, and sending them to Asgard to be soldiers is also the fate of cannon fodder.
Unless it truly reached a critical moment, like the Earth was about to be destroyed, and a massive number of troops were needed to fill a meat grinder battlefield.
However, Duval was somewhat surprised by his soaring popularity. He had clearly ignored these New York citizens, but unknowingly, through repeated actions, he had gained their fanatical support.
It seemed that no matter where you were, absolute strength always came first, and with strength came followers.
"Well, the base is complete, it's time to free up my hands to deal with Stryker. I did promise Professor X." Duval thought, and a Speedster Xenomorph instantly ran to the crowd.
"Stern, you stay and complete the relevant research for Weyland Corporation, and then register the patent with the relevant departments. We can't always make do; we have to prop up Weyland's business."
"So you're serious? I always thought you established Weyland Corporation just to legally acquire a piece of land when you were weak," Mister Blue looked at him with a strange expression.
Duval was too lazy to pay attention to this guy's complaints because Mister Blue's guess was, to some extent, correct.
Suddenly, he sensed something, his expression changed slightly, and he looked south with interest.
"What's wrong? Which Xenomorph caught your attention?"
"No, it's just that an interesting little episode happened in South America. Don't worry about it."
The next second, the Speedster Xenomorph began to quickly transport troops, sending Duval's forces to their destination.
Alkali Lake.
Stryker sat very calmly in his chair, watching the images of the base being attacked by Xenomorphs on the monitor, his face calm, without any change.
"Send all the soldiers to stop them. If they can't be stopped, detonate the bombs. Kill one if you can." Stryker calmly issued an extremely cruel order, driving more than two hundred soldiers in the base to their deaths.
He also knew it was futile, but so what? Besides, he not only had ordinary soldiers but also a group of enslaved Mutants.
The Xenomorphs struck hard against ordinary soldiers, but they became very restrained against Mutants, preferring to spend more time to ensure that these Mutants were captured alive.
Normally, Stryker could delay for several tens of minutes, but because of the Sentinels and Speedster Xenomorphs, they could easily destroy various defenses.
It only took two minutes from the start of the attack to reaching Stryker.
"A wonderful showdown, Duval. Only when I saw the power you possess with my own eyes did I finally understand why others are so afraid of you."
Stryker looked at the straight passage that the Sentinel had smashed out with its fists and couldn't help but applaud.
Duval walked in calmly, looking around the laboratory filled with various Mutant and Xenomorph organs, and finally looked at Stryker: "You think of yourself as the protagonist of a movie, wanting to give a heart-shaking speech before you die? Do you need me to record it for you?"
Whoosh! From the ceiling, a female Mutant in a black leather suit suddenly jumped down, her claws extremely long and sharp, flashing with a cold light, and grabbed at Duval's neck.
But Duval didn't even move. Reynolds took a step forward, blocking Duval, and immediately punched, intending to beat the woman into mincemeat, but was immediately shocked. He only shattered the woman's flesh and blood, blasting her away.
"Death Woman, like Wolverine, has Adamantium implanted in her body," Duval glanced and ordered, "Catch her."
Reynolds turned into a stream of light and rushed out, smashing through several walls with Death Woman.
"I see your Xenomorphs are capturing these Mutants on a large scale, which makes me very gratified. The dream I have struggled for all my life is about to be realized in you." A twisted pleasure bloomed on Stryker's sinister face.
As long as he saw Mutants unlucky and about to become hosts for Xenomorph Chestbursters, he felt a burst of joy.
Duval shook his head: "Is there a possibility that I can let Xenomorphs parasitize Mutants without Chestbursters? In that case, the Mutants can also reproduce normally, endlessly."
"No! You can't do this!" Stryker's face changed drastically, and he was about to rush angrily towards Duval, but a Xenomorph swung its tail and pierced his chest, hanging him up.
"Don't let me see such clumsy you, Stryker. All your thoughts are undisguised in front of me. Want to provoke my greed for Mutants? It is indeed a good idea, but you won't have a chance to see the future." Duval waved his hand.
Stryker opened his mouth unwillingly, wanting to say something. The next second, a Xenomorph twisted off his head.
Duval didn't even tell Stryker that killing him was just a side effect.
The vibration of the dam became more and more frequent, and with the continuous explosions, it was rapidly collapsing.
When the Xenomorphs had cleared all the soldiers and captured all the Mutants, Reynolds also flew back, pinching the unconscious Death Woman.
"This woman is really strange. I can't even break her bones. I can only stun her by attacking her head." Reynolds was amazed by Death Woman's terrible self-healing ability and outrageous defense.
"Even if you can break them, her Adamantium bones can heal themselves."
Beta version Adamantium was that strong.
Death Woman was an enhanced version of Wolverine.
The raging water finally overwhelmed the dam and poured in, and the power of nature was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.
When Magneto and his party arrived late, they saw this scene of a near-flash flood, with endless water gathering together, making a deafening roar.
"What's going on here? Are you sure this is the place? Stryker's base has been destroyed?" Wolverine took out his cigar, looking astonished.
At this moment, Professor X, who was trying hard to recover from his brain trauma, said, "It's Duval. I can feel him and his Xenomorph army."
"Professor, try to use your abilities as little as possible!"
"Don't worry about me, Jean. This level of mental power won't have any impact." A glimmer of hope flashed in Professor X's eyes. "I can also feel the minds of many Mutant children. They are very scared and afraid. We should save them."
Magneto interrupted roughly, "No need. That guy has already brought everyone out."
Just as Duval and the Mutant bipolar met once again.
The distant South American rainforest.
Coulson also found his target.
He led a large group of well-trained agents, smiling as he looked at the young man in front of him, focusing on the Xenomorph beside him, the smile on his face growing even richer.
"It seems you've already mind-controlled the Xenomorphs lurking in the rainforest. This behavior is dangerous, but we can help you."
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