The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 473 The Disappearance of Magneto
Before Gao Leim could land on the ground due to the impact of the explosion, Whiplash rushed up again.

He waved his hand to disperse the smoke and dust raised by the explosion, and appeared beside Gao Leim like a demon.

"Bear!"

Dark blue energy appeared on the fists of the whipper. He whipped Gao Leim, who had opened the empty goal, without a trace of mercy. For a moment, the fists fell like raindrops.

Gao Leim's arm had barely been raised when it was whipped with even greater force. Facing this storm-like attack, Gao Leim couldn't even organize an effective resistance.

"boom!"

With a punch, Gao Leim's body flew back several meters and fell to the ground with a bang. The man who was as strong as an iron tower no longer looked like his original self.

The rock armor that he usually took pride in was now in tatters. His cracked shell looked like dry earth, with bright red blood constantly oozing out of the holes. One could even see the red muscles under the shell.

"Tick."

Whip looked at his fists dripping with blood. The blood on them was both Gao Leim's and his own. How could he break a shell of that level without paying a price?

Tearing off a piece of her battle skirt, Whip walked towards Gao Leim while bandaging her hands. When she reached in front of him, Whip first stepped on Gao Leim's shoulder while he was lying on his side, kicked him hard to make him lie face up, and then bent down and stretched out her right hand.

Whip placed his right hand on Gao Leim's chest, and the faint blue light lit up again, but this time it did not come from Whip, but from Gao Leim.

Dark blue energy continued to flow out, climbing up Gao Leim's body along the whip's right hand. When he was about to drain all the energy from Gao Leim, Gao Leim moved.

"Snapped!"

Gao Leim's right hand suddenly grabbed Whiplash's arm. Whiplash's expression remained calm, and he was not afraid of Gao Leim's behavior of pretending to be dead. He just looked at him coldly.

"Please let my family go." Gao Leim begged.

"Please... please!"

Whip looked at Gao Leim, who had died, expressionlessly. The other party's hand was tightly grasping his arm, and Whip was unable to pull it free even without exerting much force.

Without hesitation, Whip increased his strength and pulled his arm out of Gao Leim's hand. Looking at the twisted but powerless right hand that fell down, he couldn't help but look sideways at the power that the other party burst out before his death.

"call!"

Whip pointed his right hand at Gao Leim's body, and the dark blue energy burst out again, burning the body to ashes.

After doing all this, Whip released the energy in his hand and walked towards the aircraft.

"Five minutes." Maximus said, standing at the entrance of the aircraft.

"You took only five minutes to take out my best fighter. I'm pleasantly surprised by your performance, Whiplash."

"Please allow me to correct one of your mistakes." Whip looked up at Maximus on the stairs.

"Oh?" Maximus smiled. "What's wrong?"

Whip said word by word: "I am the most powerful warrior under your command."

Maximus was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "That's right, look at me, I could actually get such a simple thing wrong."

Whip didn't interrupt, just quietly watching Maximus grinning. The guards around him were also silent, no one dared to laugh along. This was the crazy Maximus, a moody guy, no one knew if he would pull out a gun and kill someone in the next second.

"Oh, right." Maximus wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at Whiplash as if he suddenly remembered something.

"What did Gao Leimu say before he died?"

"He asked me to spare his family." Whip honestly recounted what had just happened.

After listening to this, Maximus curled his lips in disdain and said with a hint of anger: "You are indeed a fool. How could I kill people at will in Attilan? This will attract the attention of my brother. If the great Black Bolt knew that I killed his people at will, how would he punish me?"

Maximus gave a playful smile and said, "He might come up to me and whisper goodnight to me, and then my body will go boom!"

Maximus opened his hands like fireworks, as if to metaphorically describe his own miserable end.

"I will block his majesty for you," Whiplash promised solemnly.

"Thank you, Mr. Overestimating Yourself." Maximus waved his hand. "Don't worry, I won't be exposed, nor will I let you go to your death. I already have some ideas on how to deal with the great Black Bolt."

Maximus showed a bloodthirsty smile. Although Whip didn't know what his master's plan was, he chose to believe it. The other soldiers didn't even dare to fart. Yang Le was almost going crazy with anxiety. He finally heard a big plan, but why did the master stop talking halfway?

Yang Le: "Riddler, get out of the Marvel Universe!"

...

"Scott!"

Cyclops turned around and saw his girlfriend Jean walking towards him with a pile of documents.

"What's wrong? You look so listless. Aren't you happy to see your girlfriend?" Qin pretended to be angry, puffed up her cheeks and looked at the dejected Scott.

"No, Jean, I would definitely be happy if you didn't have a pile of documents." Scott accurately found his coffee cup from a pile of documents and took a sip.

"You know, I've already worked overtime for three days, and the principal hasn't been seen for a long time. No matter what, I can't be happy."

Jean put her hand on Scott's shoulder to comfort him and said, "I know you are very tired, but this is all for all our compatriots. We will all help you together."

"As for the principal, doesn't he contact the beast every day? Don't worry, no one in this world can harm the principal."

"I know." Scott said in a breath. "I'm just worried..."

...

In the boundless ocean, there is a small island that seems to be pieced together. The area of ​​this island is not big, about the size of a football field, and you can see the end at a glance.

There was no vegetation on the island, only various corpses lying on the ground. They were in different shapes, and some were lying face up with expressions of fear on their faces. The turned-up soil beside them was proof of their previous struggle.

Following these twisted corpses forward, it is easy to see a middle-aged man in a red suit. He should be the only "living person". At this moment, he is sitting on a metal chair with his head down.

The man clutched his white-streaked hair tightly in his hands. The howling wind made his coat whistle. Suddenly, the crack of thunder illuminated the man's face. It was...

Magneto?
(End of this chapter)