Everything for the Mutants (an extra chapter for the FFF Regiment Chief, 6/12)

Chapter 120 Everything for the Mutants (an extra chapter for the FFF Regiment Chief, 612)

Magneto suddenly returned to the Brotherhood of Mutants, leaving the current Brotherhood leader somewhat displeased.

He retired when he felt like it and returned when he felt like it. What did he take the Brotherhood of Mutants for?

But after years of imposing authority, no one dared complain.

After settling the rescued mutants, Erik could no longer suppress his killing intent. He rejected the gestures of loyalty and goodwill from some of his old comrades, then rose and flew away.

Since he intended to exterminate humanity, he might as well start killing in a nearby city.

Erik did not choose any particular target. He simply flew forward in a random direction.

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Warsaw, the capital of Poland and its political, economic, and cultural center, was the country’s largest city. Located on both banks of the Vistula River in central Poland, it had a population of 1.7 million, with 2.78 million in its metropolitan area. Covering 512 square kilometers, it was a vital trade route among the countries of Central Europe and had been extremely prosperous since ancient times.

Warsaw was a modern metropolis, with skyscrapers everywhere and traffic flowing incessantly.

It was lunchtime, and office drones from the various buildings were coming out in groups of three or five, looking for somewhere to fill their stomachs.

The city had excellent greenery, and even within the urban area, one could still find quiet and elegant restaurants. A sumptuous lunch followed by a cup of strong coffee could relieve most of the fatigue white-collar professionals had accumulated during the first half of the day.

As people blissfully enjoyed their food, they suddenly felt something fly overhead, only hearing the rumbling thunder pass above them afterward.

"Was that thunder? But it’s winter!"

"It sounded more like some fighter jet flying past, with the sonic boom caused by breaking the sound barrier."

"That makes sense, but whose fighter jet would fly recklessly over a city?"

"Either the Brits or the Russians. Neither side is any good!"

While everyone was chatting, there was suddenly a tremendous boom. A massive shock wave swept over them, laying waste to everything in its path and blowing away the restaurant and everyone inside it.

Shattered walls, tables, chairs, glass, and the knives and forks scattered everywhere went flying in all directions.

Driven by the shock wave, every small object became a deadly weapon. Like bullets, they struck the people densely, with those carrying less kinetic energy embedding themselves in bodies and those carrying more punching straight through.

"Ah…"

"Help me…"

"Someone help me…"

Those closest to the point where Erik had landed were mostly killed in the first wave of attacks, while those farther away were lucky enough to survive a little longer.

They screamed and wailed, enduring the pain as they called for help and pinned their hopes on the ambulances arriving as quickly as possible.

But they soon realized that this was nothing more than wishful thinking, because explosions began ringing out one after another from all over the city.

"Is this… a terrorist attack?" Those who had luckily not yet been affected were terrified. Many drove off, preparing to flee the city, while others with no fear of death pulled out their phones and began livestreaming online.

For office drones, which was more frightening: poverty or death?

Without a doubt, poverty was more frightening!

Warsaw was a world-famous city. If they could break the news first during a terrorist attack of this magnitude, they would surely get a huge amount of traffic. They might even achieve financial freedom in a single stroke!

As for dying in the terrorist attack, that was certainly possible, but it was even more likely that the terrorists would soon be suppressed by the military or flee immediately after detonating their bombs.

Only idiots would commit a crime and then stay put waiting for the police to arrest them!

Then, this group of "brilliant minds" discovered in astonishment that there were no terrorists wearing white headscarves at all. There was only a supervillain who repeatedly flew into the sky before smashing down with a heavy punch!

But the supervillain’s attacks were a little too exaggerated. Every punch wiped out an entire district, leaving devastation stretching for miles!

They did not know that Erik had no knowledge of martial arts whatsoever and was relying entirely on brute force to smash everything apart. Otherwise, with his realm of Fifty Heavens, a single blow would have been enough to wipe out Warsaw.

But as the number of Erik’s attacks increased, he became more and more adept at using the power of the magnetic field. It was visibly clear that his attack power was soaring in a straight line.

Previously, one punch destroyed one district. Now, one punch destroyed two or even three. His progress was obvious.

As Erik attacked methodically, he carefully comprehended how to use the power of the magnetic field in battle. One punch, another punch, and then another…

"Hm?" He suddenly stopped and turned his head toward the other side of the city, where a mutant’s presence had appeared.

After his magnetic field power reached Fifty Heavens, many abilities he had not possessed before emerged within him. He could now detect the presence of mutant compatriots from a distance, just like his old buddy Charles.

He halted his attacks and flew toward that place.

In the direction of his gaze was a school. A fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy sat limply amid the ruins, surrounded by the mangled corpses of his classmates.

The boy’s eyes were vacant as he screamed in terror without stopping. Wisps of black smoke continually seeped from his body. Anything entangled by the smoke, whether flesh or metal, displayed clear signs of corrosion.

This was a mutant who had just awakened.

Generally speaking, young people were still developing, and all the tissues in their bodies were unstable. Certain stimuli in life could suddenly awaken the X-Gene.

The massacre Erik had carried out today had stimulated this boy, causing his ability to awaken.

A trace of a smile finally appeared on Erik’s rigid face. To exchange the lives of an entire city for the birth of a mutant compatriot was truly a very profitable deal!

His hard work had not been in vain, and Erik was deeply gratified.

He landed on the ground and gently took the child into his arms. With his vital energy protecting him, the child’s ability was completely unable to harm him.

He slowly rose and flew out of the city. At its outskirts, he found a secluded corner and set the child down.

Then he carefully returned to the city and brought back a car filled with fuel, along with some food, drinking water, and cash, placing them beside the child.

Only after finishing everything did he rise and fly back to the city to continue his unfinished work.

He did not leave the child the Brotherhood of Mutants’ address, because in a few days, only mutants would remain in the entire world. There would be no need for his compatriots to continue huddling inside a small base.

As for whether the child’s parents had died at his hands or whether the child would hate him in the future, he did not care.

He was the founder of the mutant world, so naturally he had to possess the resolve that said, If I do not enter Hell, who will?

Everything for the mutants!