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Chapter 283 Is S.H.I.E.L.D. a public toilet?!
Magneto's plan was bold and terrifying. He was gambling on human nature, betting that there would inevitably be a force among humans that was extremely opposed to mutants, and that these forces would inevitably be able to seize enough power to declare war on Genosha.

At that time, Magneto will be able to easily and logically unite the power of more than ten million mutants to wage war against anti-mutant factions around the world.

"I have no intention of waging war against the whole world, and not everyone is against mutants. It is enough to tell those who are unwilling to live in harmony with mutants what will happen to them."

Magneto thought (and actually was) much more moderate, but Logan, who had followed the professor for a long time, undoubtedly still didn't quite agree with this idea. But there was no need to discuss this issue now, since no one had attacked yet. It would be better to go back to the academy and discuss it with Cyclops and the others.

So Logan bluntly asked the purpose of his trip: "Where's the gene editing machine?"

"It's here, it's always been here."

As Magneto spoke, he waved his hand, opening a metal wall that revealed a complex setup occupying nearly a hundred square meters, with almost all the equipment serving the five experimental chambers in the center.

"It only takes 4-6 hours to create up to five mutants, or to modify the mutant genes in their bodies. If it's just about removing them, it's even faster."

Magneto looked at the gene-editing device with some regret. This was one of his methods to accelerate the X-gene screening process and select mutants suitable for survival. Unfortunately, even if Genosha could meet the manufacturing requirements in various ways, they didn't know how to create it. This was currently the only gene-editing device on Earth, and it couldn't even be disassembled and replicated. Once destroyed, it could never be remade.

"Alright, now you see, the gene editing device is very safe. No one can enter this place unless I come down in person."

“Hmm…” Logan didn’t reply but instead asked, “What if that ominous guy used your genes?”

“You destroyed a gene-editing device in Madrid, which means that the ominous will be unable to genetically mark itself after that. Of course, he may have other ways, but I can detect any abnormality in any iron atom in the vault.”

Wolverine snorted, but ultimately agreed with Magneto's assessment. The two then left, and Magneto sealed the vault, burying all the secrets deep underground. Logically, if the ominous sign intended to storm in and seize the gene-editing device, it would have to overcome Magneto's defenses and face Wolverine's attack.

At that moment, a beam of light appeared—a tiny spark of electricity invisible to anyone—illuminating a very small area. Then, Lady Ominous and Max Dillon shrunk from the size of ants back to the size of normal humans.

"Thank you Magneto. If it weren't for him, it would have been quite a hassle for us to get in."

The alluring, ominous woman, holding the Pym Particle Gun, smiled and said, "Hank Pym really came up with something good. Without the Pym Particles, we really wouldn't know how we would have gotten in. Thank Magneto, he personally opened the vault door for us."

"It's quite a strange experience to grow bigger and smaller." Maxon Dillon looked at the ominous girl with curiosity: "But how did you manage to steal Pym Particles from the Avengers?"

"The Avengers? Don't be ridiculous. Even if Tony Stark is an arrogant brat and Hank Pym is a naive dreamer, their talents are not to be underestimated. The security of Avengers Tower is like an impregnable fortress, and their labs are even more troublesome."

"But S.H.I.E.L.D." Thanks to S.H.I.E.L.D. for recruiting Goliath, Hank Pym's former sidekick, this gigantic black hero also uses Pym particles in combat. As for the Sinister and Hydra behind her, S.H.I.E.L.D. is like a public toilet—they can come and go as they please, without any hindrance, and they can use anything they want.

"Alright, take your electric eel out and get ready for the surgery. The transplant surgery will take four to six hours, as you just heard."

As the ominous woman spoke, she patted the gene-editing device: "Then, as we agreed before, we'll modify you so you can absorb electrical energy to your heart's content. In return, you need to cause a ruckus in Kenosha so I can take the stuff away."

“It’s a matter of course.”

As Max spoke, he took off his clothes and obediently lay down on the gene editing machine before asking uncertainly, "Um, won't Magneto find out?"

“He won’t notice. Everything here is normal; at least he won’t sense anything strange.”

As she spoke, Ms. Ominous placed the barely surviving modified electric eel into another processing chamber: "Enjoy your last ordinary hours, Mr. Max. When you wake up, you will be the strongest mutant, second only to those Omega-level mutants."
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Peter began to doubt whether Max Dillon had actually come to Kenosha. Indeed, it was one of the possibilities he had listed, and he personally thought it was quite possible, but so far, there had been no trace of him, and nothing seemed amiss in Kenosha.

He spent most of the day wandering around Port Hammer with Wanda.

A mutant girl is playing with lightning on the street. The lightning bolts she releases from her hands leap and change into various shapes like threads. She does this not to make money, nor to please anyone. On the contrary, she is simply demonstrating her abilities and receiving a compliment from others. This is a daily routine in Genoa, where mutants can proudly display their abilities.

Perhaps we can do it too, as long as we present ourselves as mutants.

No, then forget it.

As Peter pondered this, he watched Wanda approach from the side. She had just gone to inquire about Xuan Yin's concert, which, in Kenosha, still required tickets.

"After all, the venue is only so big. But strictly speaking, only places where you need to 'see' the sound effects require an entrance fee."

As Wanda spoke, she smiled and handed Peter a ticket, keeping one for herself. Peter asked curiously, "So, these tickets must be hard to get, thank you for your help."

“It’s not hard to snatch at all; just leave it to Pietro.”

(End of this chapter)