A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 81 The Death of Magneto

In the silent corridor, the light rain outside the window knocked on the glass window, making a faint sound, and on the gray wall, the dim light cast a faint halo.

In this dim light, the door at the end of the corridor was ajar, and a faint light shone through it.

That's a ward.

Under the light, some furniture and beds inside can be vaguely seen, and only the faint ticking of rain can be heard here.

The wind gently blows the concealed room open.

An old man with silver hair was lying on the hospital bed, his face looked a little old, his hands were calmly pressed on the quilt, and his eyes were closed, as if he was meditating or resting.

There is a line of black numbers tattooed on his arm, which looks like some kind of number. There is a purple metal helmet on the bedside table at hand.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, four reflections suddenly appeared in his bloodshot blue eyes.

This sudden phantom caused the old man's already busy brain to shut down, and he began to try to understand everything that happened in front of him.

Today's hallucination came too early. In the past, these ghosts crawling out of his memory would only come to him when he was about to fall asleep.

Not when he punished those lesser species.

But he calmed down and began to analyze the hallucinations in front of him one by one, as a way to pass the time.

The old man with the metal stick on the far left can kill him with just a flick of his finger.

There was nothing special about the two people in the middle. The skull seemed familiar, but that familiarity quickly slipped from his thoughts.

And the fourth fourth.
The old man lying on the hospital bed, when he saw the fourth hallucination person, the familiar face with the same silver hair as himself appeared in front of his eyes, his eyes were wide open, and he was at a loss for a while.

His thoughts began to become confused, as if he was touched by something important. Then, his face twisted and he burst into tears.

And the iron nails nailing those poor people outside the building also loosened and fell off. It was difficult for their weak legs to support themselves on the two iron rods, and then they fell.

But before their faces made close contact with the ground, everyone showed a relieved smile.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and the old man lost control of his uncontrollable emotions. His sobs echoed in the ward: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for you."

The Punisher looked at the old man lying on the bed crying, there was no wave on his face, only indifference.He pulled out the pistol from his waist, the transparent parts on the gun shimmering.

He carries a gun and bullets that do not contain any metal materials with him all year round, just for this kind of time.

"I thought the Magneto I killed shouldn't be a psychopath lying in bed."

There was a trace of anger in his eyes, his eyes were firmly fixed on the old man's forehead, and the muzzle of the gun moved up accordingly.

"boom"

A gunshot pierced the silence of the ward, and blood covered the white hospital bed. The lights in the room went out, plunging the entire building into darkness, and the rain continued to fall.

The four figures appeared on the street a few seconds later. There were still no lights or figures, but there were countless mangled corpses on the ground near the building.

"And then? Magneto is dead, what next?"

The old stick man spoke slowly, and after he finished speaking, he slapped his back. He really couldn't stand the toss of Kuaiyin running with people at his age.

But rather than the discomfort in his back, he cared more about what Bai Ye wanted to do next.

Frank's performance is very human, but it's not what Stick wants.

There is absolutely no shortage of revenge and blood in this world.

"Tomorrow morning, the rain will stop, and the citizens of Salt Lake City will find those corpses on the ground." Bai Ye wiped the raindrops on his forehead, and the cool feeling penetrated into the skin.

"At first, they would have thought this was another act of cruelty by their master."

"And after a while, Magneto's servants will discover the fact that he is dead, and those who have been prepared to replace Magneto will also rise up."

Matt nodded and reached out to wipe the raindrops off his sunglasses. Although he didn't need or have eyesight, he was no different from ordinary people in this little habit of life.

"Does this sound the same as when Magneto was around?" asked Stick.

Bai Ye waved for Frank and Pietro to get in the car, then looked at the old man standing in the rain like him and said calmly:
"There are still some differences. In order to win people's hearts, they will temporarily treat the people under them better. At the same time, there are not many people who can do it like Lao Wan."

"Also this is only temporary and we will be back here soon."

"Really?" Matt shrugged, disapproving of Bai Ye's words, "Then what are you going to do next? Go kill Hulk?"

"If that's the case, spare me this old bone."

On the vast wasteland, there are a total of four largest super villains ruling separately, in order from left to right: Hulk-Magneto-Doctor Doom-Red Skull

Now that Magneto is dead, the closest location geographically is Hulkland next door.

Bai Ye quietly listened to Gunsou's teasing words, he didn't speak, but silently raised the purple metal helmet in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

After Frank sent a bullet into Magneto's head, Bai Ye did not leave in a hurry, but got what he wanted first.

The helmet protects the wearer from all forms of telepathy and psionics.

Wanda will not read other people's minds because of her moral level, but other people in the wasteland are not necessarily good or bad.

And such a good thing is too extravagant for only one person.

"No, we won't go to Hulk, let the group of green skins have fun for a while." Bai Ye said and put on the helmet. He checked it before taking it. There were no traps on it and it was very clean. . ,

After stretching his neck and getting used to the feeling of multiple things on his head, he opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot, and said to the old Daredevil who was still standing outside: "Let's go find an old friend of the X-Men first." , and then you will agree with me."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Matt sighed, "Go ahead."

Then got into the car.

Next to a canyon in the desert, several men who looked exactly the same stood together. Their hairstyles, bandages on their foreheads, and looks were all the same, as if they were copies of the same person.

And these identical people are working hard to carry a few corpses. The corpses have begun to rot, but the similarities with this group of people can still be seen.

The group of men carried the corpse and walked towards the big hole dug with a shovel, whispering and cursing faintly from their mouths
However, due to the desolate wind and the surge of air above the corpse, these sounds were very vague.

Suddenly, they stopped what they were doing at the same time, raised their heads together, and focused their eyes on the yellow sand in the distance.

There seemed to be a muffled roar of an engine coming from over there.

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(End of this chapter)