In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Jarvis.

Tony clapped his hands, and then a virtual image appeared in front of everyone—a series of scenes of mutants using their abilities.

"In the last few days, there have been more conflicts between mutants and ordinary humans than in the entire past year."

Steve spoke slowly, his face grim.

Jarvis then zoomed in on the scenes, focusing on the faces of seemingly ordinary passersby.

"These guys were all at the scene of the conflict."

"However, later investigations revealed that they were all Hydra agents."

Steve rubbed his throbbing temples. "But they've been brainwashed so much that it's hard for us to get any useful information out of them."

"Mutants are unhappy with the society that excludes them."

"Ordinary people are worried about potential super-powered criminals around them."

Fury picked up where Steve left off, "As it stands, Hydra's goal seems to be to escalate the conflict between them."

"But it's obvious..."

Fury took the tablet from Hill and had Jarvis project its contents—a list of Hydra members arrested around the world in recent days, some of whom held mid-level positions within Hydra.

Large-scale disturbances inevitably leave more clues and inevitably result in more members being implicated.

"Hydra's goals are not that simple."

Fury glanced at Wayne and saw that the other man was resting his chin on his hand, looking deep in thought.

Fury, assuming the other person was listening attentively, smiled with satisfaction. "Kinosha, ever heard of it?"

"..."

"crooked?"

"..."

Susan, sitting on the other side of Wayne, couldn't help but cover her face, and then gently patted Wayne's arm.

Wayne, who was watching the real-time interstellar war thousands of light-years away with his super vision, looked away and gave Susan a "what's up?" look.

Susan raised her chin, gesturing for Wayne to look across at her.

Wayne looked over, thoughtfully resting his chin on his hand. "Ludan, you seem to have gotten a tan?"

"Were you even listening just now, kid?"

"nonsense."

"Then tell me, what did we just talk about?"

"...Are you questioning me?"

Wayne frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face.

Having no other options, Fury could only quickly repeat the story again.

"Ginosha? That mutant nation?"

Wayne recalled that he did seem to have been there several years ago, and even had a turtle drawn on the face of a silver-haired man—of course, he just wanted to see if the man would realize it, it wasn't intentional.

Later, to prove he didn't do it on purpose, he even drew a giant turtle for Magneto as well.

As a result, none of them realized what was happening, and Magneto thought it was a turtle drawn on his head by the silver-haired man.

[You little brat, you're asking for trouble, aren't you!]

No! It's really not me! Look! I have it on my face too!

Don't come up with such a lame excuse! If you want to fool me, at least draw something bigger than me!

The kind conversation, the playful chase between father and son... heartwarming scenes replayed in my mind. "Yes, I've heard of it, but I've never been there."

Wayne was spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"That's true, after all, even if you're sitting here now, you can see and hear what's happening over there."

Fury had no doubts, and simply nodded slightly. "Kenosha is a mutant nation led by Magneto, with tens of millions of mutants as its inhabitants, and that number is still rising."

"Just two days ago, it was revealed that Genosha was secretly cultivating weapons of mass destruction, supposedly by a mutant with potential exceeding Omega level."

Omega-class mutants are the highest level of mutants, and they are known as the ultimate threat to humanity.

Magneto is a prime example; most of the technology that humanity is so proud of is no different from toys in front of Magneto.

It is precisely because of Magneto's immense power that Genoa has been able to remain safe until now.

However, it's hard to say whether things can remain peaceful. Omega-level mutants are already a source of great concern for countries around the world, let alone mutants with the potential to surpass Omega-level—they cannot allow this threat to continue to exist.

"Mutants were already unpopular in the world, and now more than three-fifths of the world's countries have openly boycotted mutants and enacted corresponding laws to regulate them."

"More importantly, we don't know how many of these laws were enacted spontaneously under pressure, and how many were influenced by Hydra."

More than three-fifths of the countries... even if only half of them enacted their laws under the influence of Hydra, it would be enough to demonstrate the depth of Hydra's infiltration into the world.

"It's only been a few days?"

I found it somewhat unbelievable. Although mutants were not well-received in the past, many countries at least outwardly put on a show of morality.

Only two days have passed since the news broke, and most of human civilization has publicly boycotted them. It's clear to everyone that they are putting pressure on Magneto—either to start a global war or to abandon the threat.

Reed interlaced his fingers and rested his elbows on the table in front of him. "That news that forced a global boycott of mutants most likely came from Hydra. Whether it's true or not is unclear, but no one will gamble on it."

At least for now, that threat only has the "potential" to surpass the Omega level. If it realizes its potential in the future, will ordinary humans still have the final say on Earth?

Steve's brow furrowed deeply. "That's Hydra's goal. They're forcing humans to fight mutants."

"And they're close to succeeding."

Tony scratched his head. "By influencing mutants to cause trouble, then using public opinion to increase public resistance to mutants, and finally releasing explosive news to escalate the conflict between humans and mutants to the national or even global level."

Johnny asked instinctively, "So, is war really going to break out? And who do we help?"

"No, we will not let Hydra succeed."

Steve shook his head. "We have to stop this war."

Pym, whose head ached at the thought of impending war, raised his hand. "Is there really enough time? Judging from Magneto's past behavior, he's probably more eager for war, right? Especially since they're asking him to hand over what he owns..."

Johnny, his gossipy nature fueled by imagination, looked at Pym curiously. "His who?"

"Daughter, what they want him to hand over... is his daughter."

Susan looked at the holographic screen in front of her, which was also provided during the conference. It displayed a photo of Magneto and his children representing Genosha at a national conference in the past.

With her slightly wavy, wine-red long hair, stunning yet youthful appearance, and tall, shapely figure exuding health and vitality, the young girl following Magneto in the picture is indeed breathtaking in appearance.

"Wanda Maximoff?"