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However, when these steels that were constantly squirming under the control of the magnetic field touched Fisk's body, they made an extremely harsh noise. The sound was like countless steel saws cutting hard metal at the same time, sharp and shrill, making people's eardrums vibrate. As the steel came into contact with Fisk's body, a series of sparks burst out like meteors, appearing particularly dazzling in the dim environment. The steels seemed unwilling to be blocked, and squeezed Fisk more frantically, trying to break through his seemingly indestructible defense. But Fisk's body was like an unshakable boulder, steadily resisting the pressure from all sides.

There was still no fear on his face. Instead, he showed a cruel smile, as if declaring his power to Magneto.

The air around seemed to be distorted by this fierce collision, filled with a tense and dangerous atmosphere.

ding ding ding~

The broken steel behind him also arrived.

They also joined in the rotation.

These sharp car fragments quickly covered Fisker's body.

They kept spinning, like a tornado made of steel.

The high-speed rotating fragments brought up gusts of wind, sweeping away everything.

The metallic luster flickered in the dim environment, like countless sharp blades ready to cut Fisk into pieces at any time.

Each piece of debris carried amazing kinetic energy, and made a sharp sound when it rubbed against the air, as if the music of death was being played.

The steel tornado spun faster and faster, and the powerful airflow raised the surrounding dust and blurred people's vision. In front of this violent force, everything seemed so small and fragile, but Fisk stood alone in it, like an unshakable mountain, stubbornly resisting this deadly threat.

Fisk raised his palm, and white flames spread across it.

The flame was pure and blazing, like a holy lotus blossoming.

But then it turned into a dazzling pink. If it was a holy flame before, then the pink light at this moment was full of charm and mystery. Magneto narrowed his eyes, and a hint of caution flashed in the depths of his pupils.

Suddenly he moved, the car door flew out, and then Magneto disappeared into the car like a black shadow.

The next second, the nanny car collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under the pressure of an invisible force, the originally solid car body was like a ball of paper being kneaded by a giant hand, and the metal made a teeth-grinding sound of twisting. The glass on the car body shattered instantly, turning into countless flashing fragments flying around, and the driver was directly crushed.

At that moment, the fragility of life was fully exposed in the face of such a powerful force. The driver didn't even have time to scream before his body was twisted and deformed under the huge pressure, and blood bloomed like a sad flower on the broken driver's seat. The sound of metal squeezing and flesh breaking intertwined, making people shudder.

Fisk appeared next to the car, and Fisk in the metal tornado turned into pink light spots until he disappeared without a trace.

The pink light was like dreamy star fragments, gradually dissipating into the air, leaving only a vague mysterious atmosphere.

Fisk stood quietly beside the car, his eyes flashing with complex light. He exuded a strong aura, as if the thrilling scene just now had no effect on him at all.

The red helmet floated into Magneto's hands.

He slowly put it on his head.

The ground began to shake, with Magneto at the center, and all the cars around him were disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye. The ground continued to shake, and even the steel roadblocks on the roadside were disintegrating quickly.

The sounds of metal tearing and crashing intertwined, forming a noisy symphony. Countless metal fragments were like fallen leaves blown up by the wind, flying and spinning in the air. Magneto stood in the center of this chaos, his eyes grim, as if he was a god controlling the metal storm.

"Boom, boom, boom!" At this moment, heavy footsteps were heard behind him, and the red tank rushed over at high speed.

"I'm going to tear you apart, bastard!" Red Tank roared, and he grabbed Fisk's neck with his big hands.

However, Fisk reacted extremely quickly. He dodged the giant hand of Red Tank in a flash like a flash of lightning. Then, Fisk used the skills of a wrestler at lightning speed. He nimbly went behind Red Tank, grabbed Red Tank's arm with both hands, turned sideways, pulled hard, and tripped at the same time.

Under Fisk's superb skills, the huge body of the Red Tank lost its balance and fell to the ground with a bang.

Fisk took advantage of the situation, pressed his knee against Red Tank's back, and held Red Tank's shoulders tightly with both hands, subduing him firmly and pressing him to the ground.

Red Tank struggled and roared angrily, but Fisk's strength was as strong as steel, preventing him from breaking free.

With his palm on Juggernaut's head, Fisk faced Magneto in front of him. There was no conversation between the two, but the atmosphere became more and more oppressive.

Red Tank's arm suddenly twisted at a strange angle and hit Fisk's face hard. Before Fisk could make a sound, Red Tank let out a howl like a pig being slaughtered.

The armor on his body is also made of steel. To Magneto, Red Tank is just a large steel puppet that can be controlled.

Fisk was a little dazed by the sudden attack, but he reacted quickly. However, by this time, Red Tank's other arm had already twisted backwards, and his thigh kicked towards Fisk with the sound of cracking bones.

The thigh was wrapped in a strong wind and attacked at an astonishing speed, as if it could smash a hole in the air. Fisk's eyes fixed, and his body quickly dodged to the side, and the Juggernaut, who was pinned to the ground, regained his freedom. But Juggernaut's attack did not stop. Under Magneto's control, he was like an out-of-control war machine. He rushed towards Fisk without any plan.

Fisk narrowed his eyes, and a hint of determination and coldness flashed in his eyes.

His body was as fast as lightning and he approached the red tank in an instant.

Facing this behemoth that was like an out-of-control war machine, Fisk was not afraid and once again displayed his superb judo skills. His hands were like a nimble snake, quickly grabbing one of Red Tank's arms and exerting force at a clever angle. With a teeth-grinding sound of bone dislocation, Red Tank's arm was forcibly removed.

Then, Fisk turned his body, swept out with his legs like a whirlwind, and accurately kicked the joint of Red Tank's other arm. There was another dull sound, and the arm fell down weakly.

Then, he flashed behind Red Tank with amazing agility, hugged one of Red Tank's thighs with both hands, twisted it violently, and dislocated the thigh joint instantly. Then, he did the same thing and dislocated the other thigh of Red Tank.

Facing this huge monster that is a head taller than him.

Fisk still only took a few dozen seconds to solve the problem easily.

He grabbed Red Tank's head and threw him towards Magneto not far away.

"Take your people and get out of my territory." Fisk's voice was as loud as a bell, with unquestionable majesty. Magneto didn't say a word, but just looked at Fisk, and that look seemed to contain endless deep meaning.

At the same time, the Red Tank that was falling from the sky suddenly stopped in the air. The huge body of the Red Tank was suspended, as if it was held by an invisible giant hand. Magneto raised his hand slightly, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. The surrounding metal fragments began to slowly rotate around him, as if waiting for his next instruction.

But the next second, the steel fragments fell to the ground, making a series of crisp crashes. The collision between the metal and the ground seemed to be the end of this fierce conflict, announcing a temporary calm.

Then Magneto turned and left without looking back.

The gunmen, attackers and helicopters in the sky also left quickly as if they had received orders.

The intercontinental highway left behind looked like a battlefield.

The broken car wreckage was scattered all over the road, some were still emitting black smoke, and the twisted metal shapes seemed to tell the cruelty of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

The road was covered with potholes of all sizes, traces of the collision of forces. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the smell of metal, making people feel as if they could still feel the afterglow of the battle.

"Little Fisk, are you okay?"

Sister Maria came over and looked at Fisk with some concern. Her eyes lingered on Fisk's strong muscles that were as strong as steel for a moment, with surprise and heartache in her eyes.

After seeing that there were no wounds, I felt a little relieved.

“I’m fine, Sister Maria… But I’m glad I got here early.

Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be big problems. "Fisk looked back at the direction where Magneto disappeared. He is indeed the top mutant. The longer he lives, the more control he has over his abilities and the more skilled he will be.

During the battle just now.

Fisk has viewed Magneto's soul more than once.

It was a color he had never seen before.

It cannot be described in words.

The only similar color would be silver.

And no matter when Magneto was standing on the ground or flying in the air, in Fisk's view, there were countless dotted lines connecting Magneto's body, just like oil pipelines, continuously providing him with power.

Fisk had no idea what the dotted lines were when he first started.

But then Fisk understood.

If he guessed correctly, it should be the magnetic field of this planet.

But... Fisk clearly remembered that the ability Magneto gained was not to control electromagnetic force?

How did you start playing with the Earth's magnetic field?

Thinking of this, Fisk suddenly found it a little funny.

The ability that Magneto acquired is not simply to manipulate steel or simply rotate the magnetic field, but to manipulate electromagnetic force, which is the most powerful of the four fundamental forces in the universe. However, this old guy did not seem to study hard. He has been playing around all his life and is still roughly manipulating steel to attack.

tsk tsk~

"Thank you for your help!" The surviving convoy guard commander hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and thanked Fisk.

If Fisk hadn't arrived, they would all have died here today, and this is not an exaggeration.

After all, the famous Magneto is here.

They have no reason to win.

Fisk looked down at him, and a hideous smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and lifted him up from the ground.

The palm of his hand was roughly pinching his neck.

The commander struggled in midair, his face flushed with fear and rapid lack of oxygen. Seeing this, the surrounding guards raised their weapons one after another, but did not dare to act rashly. They knew Fisk's powerful strength very well, and if they angered him, the consequences would be disastrous.

Fisk didn't care about their reactions at all. His eyes were cold and greedy, staring at the truck not far away: "Thinking of me, then I can only say you're welcome. Just give me the things in the truck. This is the payment you owe me." His voice was like a roar from hell, which made people feel afraid.

The commander managed to squeeze out a few words: "You can't... do this..."

Fisk snorted coldly and increased the strength of his hands.

"I can. I saved all of your lives, and this is no small reward."

He glanced at the guards, the threat in his eyes was self-evident. At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the tense atmosphere made people breathless.

In this stalemate, no one knows what will happen next, and the direction of fate seems to be in Fisk's iron-like hands.

The commander, who was being held by the neck and held in the air, looked increasingly unhappy, and his movements became less and less intense. His eyes revealed despair and unwillingness, but he was powerless to resist Fisk's powerful strength. The guards around him looked at each other, their faces filled with anxiety and helplessness. They didn't know what to do. They didn't dare to attack Fisk rashly, nor could they watch the commander being strangled to death.

The commander suddenly patted Fisk's arm.

The smile on Fisk's lips became even brighter.

He casually threw the person in his hand to the ground.

Then, take off the headset.

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Hello, Mr. Fisk, General Ross is my colleague.

I think there is some misunderstanding between us?

These mutants are prisoners of the Department of Defense."

"Who are you?" Fisk asked the man on the other side while picking his nose into the headset.

"William Stryker! The head of the mutant program."

"Oh!" Fisk drawled.

"I'm sorry, I don't know you.

So I won't give you any face.

Your people entered my territory with heavy weapons, and General Ross did not tell me. More importantly, you did not seem to inform the local prosecutor in New York. Although mutants are superhuman, I think they are still American citizens, right? "Fisk's words were full of disdain.