MTL - Players In Marvel-Chapter 609 S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Peggy Carter's Magneto Capture Plan...

Memories are over.

Now, the great man in charge of the magnetism has reappeared with the disappearance of the life of a vile fellow.

Magneto!

The once terrifying and trembling existence once again reappeared in everyone's field of vision.

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 the relevant agencies.

The agents began to investigate his tracks, and a tense atmosphere began to fill the air over the city.

certainly.

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

This man is not nervous.

Honestly, he kind of understands the minds of the devils in **** now.

"A person's past always foreshadows his future. In the past, Dr. Hatcher played with mutant lives and clapped, and then I took his future."

"I am not immediately responsible for the wrongs I have done, but I will confirm that others are responsible for their crimes."

"Well, strong and unreasonable!"

"Really?"

With his arms around 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 should think so too."

"!"

at this time.

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

"Who?!"

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

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

Her name is Dina.

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

Every time I ask her for help, I can always do it, of course, it is some daily chores.

This includes changing your slippers, buying coffee, or ordering a small errand like dinner.

"It's really bothering you."

Max Eisenhardt opened the door to the room.

Standing outside the door was a man wearing a blue dress with a large white apron on his waist. He was pushing a sanitary trolley dedicated to the hotel in his hand, which was filled with all kinds of towels and bathrobes. , as well as clean sheets and duvet cover.

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

Mr Sullivan!

His pseudonym here, sometimes more common than Max Eisenhardt!

Magneto's real name is always invisible.

"no need."

Before Dina could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Max Eisenhardt.

"This room is very clean, I can use it for another day, but did you bring what I asked for?!"

…

Beloit, Kansas.

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

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

All right.

She was a little nervous.

As a hotel cleaner who specializes in cleaning guest rooms, Dina has seen too many things in this motel.

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

A man who needs a fake name...and looks so charismatic.

What will his real identity be like? !

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

And the other side.

Max Eisenhardt, of course, knew this.

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

It is no exaggeration to say that he thinks he can more or less be admitted to a doctorate in psychology.

And this Ms. Dina in front of her.

Although she looks calm on the surface, with the same smile on her mouth, but...

Her eyes, the corners of her mouth, even her gaze. As well as subconsciously clenching the newspaper's hand, all the micro-motions and micro-expressions showed.

She is nervous, she is afraid.

She was saying "Mr. Sullivan" as much as she could, in order to convince herself that the man in front of her was not a threat to her through constant repetition.

"What a naive woman."

Watching Dina go away, a small gap was left on the green door. Through this gap, Max Eisenhardt watched her back, and a deep dark color flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

He is very sure!

Few people can directly identify himself until he is not wearing the helmet.

but!

Things started to go wrong when he saw Dina pull her phone out of her pocket and dial a string of numbers.

Max Eisenhardt's face sank suddenly, he opened the door of the room, and quickly caught up.

In a hidden corner, an iron nail floated slightly.

"Dina."

A familiar voice came from behind, Dina's body froze suddenly, and a rather reluctant professional smile appeared on her face.

"Is there something wrong, 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, and he didn't even think about launching any attack. He only had two banknotes in his hand.

"Oh, I did forget just now."

Looking at the banknotes in the other party's hand, Dina was stunned for a moment, and then nodded suddenly, the smile on her face was more or less real.

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

…

Go back to the room.

"You're too delusional, old man."

Max Eisenhardt laughed at himself, feeling like he must be aging faster.

Otherwise, why would you be thinking nonsense.

A woman's phone call is most likely to her boyfriend, or her mother, or her sister's... The call is innocent, so it's harmless.

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

but…

Whether he made a mistake or not, whether the woman was innocent or not, no matter what, he couldn't stay in this motel any longer.

Max Eisenhardt turned his head to look at the various newspapers pinned to the wall with various pushpins, looking inexplicable.

"The Cruel Killer Moves the Police Station"

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

"Mutant Sympathizers Targeted: Victims Ask 'Who Can Protect Me'"

"Reptile" girl found dead three days ago, body dumped in zoo

Every report here.

Each tile represents a living being gone...and his fellow man.

Mutant.

They should have been protected by Magneto, his kind protected by the trusted king.

And those **** killers.

Those who call themselves purifiers, but in Max Eisenhardt's view, they simply ignore human rights, and wish that the world is turbulent and full of crazy perpetrators.

"Whoo~"

Recalling the painful memories, Max Eisenhardt took a slow, deep breath.

Then he walked quickly to the wooden board, and at the same time took out a detailed map of the entire city and began to compare it, trying to find out the movement trajectories of the so-called purifiers through this method.

"No, it's too messy."

"No matter how long I watch here, it's still useless."

After a while, Max Eisenhardt frowned, and the solemnity in his eyes flashed.

But soon, he wanted to understand all of this, and then raised his brows slightly, with a hint of mockery on his face.

"My resources are too limited these days."

"I used to create the most ingenious communication system in the world, and now I struggle with refurbished laptops and newspaper clippings."

"But...I'm probably back...I used to be a few steps ahead of a lot of guys who were very interested in me, like...like S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Until now they've just been running fake news on the news media, like anti-mutant crimes, trying to lure snakes out of their holes."

"They forget who their opponent is."

"They've forgotten how many tragedies I've seen, how many terrorist attacks I've seen, and that's enough to make it impossible for me to take their tricks for real."

"It's only a matter of time before I hit a target that will make me worthy of their all."

"Besides, their connection is too weak, because they are scattered very sparsely, and they simply don't have the manpower to fake such a huge amount of hatred."

Max Eisenhardt muttered to himself.

The blue iron nails floating in the air behind him slammed into the paper-cut in front of him, and the title was written in bold black font.

Another mutant crime.

"Murderer turns himself in to authorities, homeless claims three murders"

interesting.

Is it another game made by S.H.I.E.L.D.? !

More and more of these things are happening and they are forcing me to make a choice.

"But…"

"If I turn a blind eye, if I don't step into their trap, things won't be fun."

There was a smile on Max Eisenhardt's face, and it wasn't a kind smile.

It is bloodthirsty and murderous.

…

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s air carrier.

The changes in time and space are really wonderful, this time and space node locked by Pioneer Technology!

Peggy Carter!

The female director wearing a black eyepatch was sitting on a chair, frowning and listening to the report of her subordinates.

Magneto.

Troubled synonym.

Now Magneto doesn't know where to hide. Almost all the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. have been sent out, all over various cities and regions, trying to find this "source of trouble in the shortest time" by looking for a needle in this haystack. ".

even.

The director also deliberately contacted many big international media, and even TV stations produced all kinds of fake news about mutants overnight.

Peggy Carter knows the sins of human nature.

Such as irritability, such as anger, this is a good starting point.

As long as he tries his best to provoke Magneto's anger to the highest level, then this man is definitely not one to endure, and he will definitely take action.

And the moment he shot.

S.H.I.E.L.D.’s anomaly alert radar system will be triggered to quickly locate the location, and then dispatch the combat team on standby and the closest agents to rush to the location.

The cover plan, like a net, began to secretly launch operations, and their goal was only one, and that was to capture Magneto!

certainly.

As a qualified director, it is natural to not favor one over another.

At the same time, the development of events in New York is also under the observation of the director of SHIELD.

Spider Woman!

And the Lizardmen!

They started fighting in the heart of New York City.

Fortunately, the local New York police department has already dispatched, and at the same time, she has also dispatched a special operations team to go with her, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

Peggy Carter thought to himself.

…

California, Paradise Hills.

Driving a blue and white second-hand off-road vehicle, driving slowly on the empty road.

Max Eisenhardt put on a long black trench coat with a raised fur collar, and the whole person looked a lot in good spirits.

"It took me a little longer to come here than I'm used to, but I'm traveling under radar, so to speak."

With his curved index finger tapped on the steering wheel in front of him, Max Eisenhardt looked at the surveillance camera on the streetlight and wondered what he thought.

"And the last time I flew a long distance, I flew 300 miles past my destination, and for the next week, I was a little tired."

While muttering to himself, Max Eisenhardt slammed on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road.

His eyes fell on the newspaper building not far away!

"Clarion's Paradise Daily"

It was the newspaper that published the news that the serial killer had been arrested.

The outcome of a murder case involving mutants.

Max Eisenhardt, with his hands in his pockets, entered through the main entrance, after a brief circle in the newspaper hall.

Without doing any other actions, he went out the door and returned to the driver's seat of the car, rubbing his chin thoughtfully and said.

"This paper ... and prayers on murders, to a man who knows what he's looking for, is like a chain of crumbs, three murders."

"No, it should be said to be three crimes against mutants, as simple as a child's online game, isn't it?"

Speaking of which, Max Eisenhardt shrugged his shoulders, obviously a little surprised at the intelligence of some people.

All right.

He was really not sure.

Why did that guy's IQ suddenly drop to such a level, do you really think that this kind of trick only played by children can deceive yourself? !

I don't know whether to call it pitiful or ridiculous.

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Simple-minded as always, or are they too smart?!"

"Such overwhelming news, knowing that I will see it as fake, still tries to provoke me in this way."

"Oh…"

Max Eisenhardt was talking to himself, but in fact the more he spoke, the more murderous he was in his eyes.

"You guys succeeded, little tricks always have good results."

"I can't control it anymore. After all, I'm like a devil... I won't let go of my soul that I send to my door."

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