In the quiet corridor, the light rain outside the window knocked on the glass windows, making a faint sound. On the gray walls, the dim lights cast a faint halo.
In this dim light, the door at the end of the corridor was ajar, with a faint light coming from inside.
That's a ward.
Under the light, some furniture and beds inside can be vaguely seen, and only the faint dripping of rain can be heard here.
The wind gently blew open the hidden room.
An old man with silver hair is lying on the hospital bed. His face looks slightly old, his hands are calmly pressed on the quilt, his eyes are closed, as if he is 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 opened his eyes suddenly, and four reflections suddenly appeared in his bloodshot blue eyes.
This sudden vision caused the old man's already busy brain to shut down, and he began to work hard to understand everything that was happening 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 lower 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 on the far left holding a metal stick 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...the fourth...
The old man lying on the hospital bed, when he saw the fourth phantom person, the familiar face with the same silver hair as his own appeared in front of him, his eyes widened, and he was at a loss for a moment.
His thoughts began to become confused, as if he was touched by something important. Then, his face twisted and he burst into tears.
The iron nails driving the poor people outside the building also loosened and fell off. Their weak legs could no longer support themselves on the two iron poles, and they fell immediately.
But before their faces came into 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 times like this.
"I thought the Magneto I killed wasn't supposed to 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.
"Then what? Magneto is dead, what's next?"
The old stick man said slowly, and after speaking, he hammered his back. At his age, he really couldn't withstand the torment of Kuaiyin leading people to run.
But rather than the discomfort in his back, he cared more about what Bai Ye wanted to do next.
Frank's behavior was in line with human nature, but it was not what Gunsou wanted.
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 also discover the bodies on the ground." Bai Ye wiped the raindrops from his forehead, and a cold feeling penetrated into his 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 no different from when Magneto was around?" Stickman asked.
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 to the same level as Lao Wan."
"Also this is only temporary and we will be back here soon."
"Really?" Matt shrugged, somewhat disapproving of Bai Ye's words, "Then what are you going to do next? Kill the Hulk?"
"If that's the case, please spare me this old bone."
In the vast wasteland, there are a total of four biggest super villains who rule separately. From left to right, they are: Hulk - Magneto - Doctor Doom - Red Skull
Now that Magneto is dead, the closest location geographically is Hulkland next door.
Bai Ye listened quietly 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 put a bullet into Magneto's head, Bai Ye did not leave in a hurry, but got what he wanted first.
This helmet protects the wearer from all forms of telepathy and psychic damage.
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...it would be too luxurious to only use it for one person.
"No, we won't go looking for the Hulk. Let those greenskins have fun for a while longer." 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 moving his neck and getting used to the feeling of multiple things on his head, he opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. He 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 identify with me.”
After hesitating for a few seconds, Matt sighed: "Let's do it."
Then got in the car.
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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 were working hard to carry several corpses. The corpses had begun to rot, but they could still see similarities with this group of people.
The group of men carried the body toward the large hole dug with shovels in front of them, and there were faint whispers and curses coming from their mouths.
However, due to the desolate wind and the surging 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 low roar of an engine coming from over there.
