Chapter 611 The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Peggy Carters Capture of Magneto
Chapter 611: SHIELD Director Peggy Carter’s plan to capture Magneto!
The memory is over.
Now, the great man who controls magnetism appears again with the disappearance of a despicable guy's life.
Magneto!
The once terrifying and trembling existence once again reappeared in everyone's sight.
Although.
There were not many people in the coffee shop at that time, but the appearance of Max Eisenhardt had obviously attracted the attention of relevant agencies.
The agents began to investigate his whereabouts, and a tense atmosphere began to pervade the entire city.
certainly.
The so-called tense atmosphere has nothing to do with Max Eisenhardt.
This man is not nervous.
To be honest, he now somewhat understands the thoughts of those devils in hell.
"A person's past always foreshadows his future. In the past, Dr. Hatcher played with the lives of mutants in applause, and then I took away his future."
"I will not immediately take responsibility for the wrong things I have done, but I will hold others accountable for their crimes."
"Well, strong but not unreasonable!"
"Really?"
With his hands folded across his chest, Max Eisenhardt raised his brows as he looked at the billowing white steam on the blue mug in front of him.
"The devil probably thinks so too."
"!"
Just then.
The door of the room was suddenly knocked from outside, and Max Eisenhardt's divergent thoughts were slightly restrained.
"who?!"
"Hello, house cleaning, weekly cleaning, I think sir you shouldn't miss it."
A gentle and delicate voice came from outside the door, sounding like a young girl in her twenties.
Her name is Dina.
Max Eisenhardt has lived here for more than half a month and has interacted with this lovely girl several times.
Every time I ask her for help, I can always do it, and of course it's just daily chores.
This includes small favors such as changing slippers, buying coffee, or ordering dinner.
"I'm really troubling you."
Max Eisenhardt opened the door to the room.
Standing outside the door was a woman wearing a blue dress and a large white apron on her waist. She was pushing a hotel-specific sanitary cart filled with various towels and bathrobes.
, as well as clean sheets and quilts.
"Hello, Mr. Sullivan, do you need..."
Mr. Sullivan!
His pseudonym here is sometimes more common than Max Eisenhardt!
Magneto's real name is always unknown.
"No need."
Before Dina finished speaking, she was directly interrupted by Max Eisenhardt.
"This room is quite clean. I can use it for another day, but have you brought what I want?!"
…
Beloit, Kansas.
Motel next to the highway, in the room on the west side of the second floor.
Dina, who was wearing a cleaning uniform, folded all the newspapers issued by today's magazines and handed them to Mr. Sullivan in front of her.
All right.
She was a little nervous.
As a hotel cleaning employee who is responsible for cleaning guest rooms, Dina has seen too many things in this motel.
Her clever mind allowed her to quickly figure out in just half a month that the so-called "Mr. Sullivan" was just a pseudonym for the man in front of her.
A man who needs to use a fake name...and looks so classy.
What would his true identity be?!
Oh, Dina really didn't even dare to guess about this.
And the other side.
Max Eisenhardt naturally knew this very well.
It's a bit funny to say that he once studied psychology specifically for his career.
It is no exaggeration to say that he thought he would be able to get a doctorate in psychology more or less.
And this Ms. Dina in front of me.
Although she looked calm on the surface, with the same smile on her face as always, but...
Her eyes, the corners of her mouth, even her gaze, and the hand that subconsciously clenched the newspaper, all the micro-movements and micro-expressions showed it.
She is nervous, she is scared.
She was saying the title "Mr. Sullivan" as much as possible in order to convince herself that the man in front of her was no threat to her through constant repetition.
"What an innocent woman."
Watching Dina go away, a small crack was left in the green door. Through this crack, Max Eisenhardt stared at her back, a rich dark color flashing deep in his eyes.
He confirmed it!
Before he puts on his helmet, few people can directly identify him.
but!
When he saw Dina take out her cell phone from her pocket and dial a series of numbers, things started to go wrong.
Max Eisenhardt's face suddenly sank, he opened the door to the room and quickly chased after him.
And in a hidden corner, an iron nail floated slightly.
"Dina."
A familiar voice came from behind, and Dina's body stiffened suddenly, with a rather forced professional smile on her face.
"What's the matter, Mr. Sullivan?!"
"Did you forget something just now?"
Max Eisenhardt raised his hand and looked at Dina who subconsciously took two steps back, with a faint smile on his face.
He didn't do anything, let alone launch any attack. He just held two banknotes in his hand.
"Oh, I did forget just now."
Looking at the banknotes in the other person's hand, Dina was obviously stunned, and then nodded in sudden realization, with a more or less genuine smile on her face.
"Thank you, Mr. Sullivan, and have a nice day."
…
Return to the room.
"You're so paranoid, old man."
Max Eisenhardt laughed at himself, feeling that he must be aging at an accelerated rate.
Otherwise, why would you think so wildly?
When a woman calls, she is most likely calling her boyfriend, mother, or sister... The call is innocent, so it is harmless.
Unless Dina is a better actor than he guessed, or a better agent!
but……
Regardless of whether he was mistaken or not, regardless of whether the woman was innocent or not, he could not stay in this motel any longer.
Max Eisenhardt turned his head and looked at the various newspapers pinned to the wall with various thumbtacks, his expression inexplicable.
"The brutal killer moved the police station"
"Terrorist attack on department store, six injured and one dead, may be a hate crime"
"Mutant sympathizers targeted: Victim asks 'Who can protect me'"
"The "reptilian" girl was found dead three days ago, and her body was thrown into the zoo"
Every story here.
Each plate represents the loss of a living life...the dead are his compatriots.
Mutants.
The same kind that should have been protected by Magneto, his trusted king.
And those damn killers.
Some people call themselves purifiers, but in Max Eisenhardt's view, they simply ignore human rights and want the world to be turbulent and full of crazy troublemakers.
"Huh~"
Thinking of the painful memories, Max Eisenhardt took a deep breath slowly.
Then he quickly walked to the board, and at the same time took out a detailed map of the entire city and started comparing it, trying to find out the movement trajectory of the so-called purifiers through this method.
"No, it's too messy."
"No matter how long I look here, it still doesn't help."
After a moment, Max Eisenhardt frowned, and the seriousness in his eyes flashed.
But soon, he figured it all out, and then raised his brows slightly, with a trace of ridicule on his face.
"My resources are really limited these days."
"I once created the most sophisticated communications system in the world, and now I'm stuck with a refurbished laptop and newspaper clippings."
"But... I may have regressed... I used to be several steps ahead of a lot of guys who were very interested in me, such as... like S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Until now they have only broadcast fake news in the news media, such as anti-mutant crimes, in an attempt to lure the snake out of its hole."
"They forget who they're up against."
"They have forgotten how many tragedies and terrorist attacks I have witnessed, which is enough to make it impossible for me to take their tricks as reality."
"It's just a matter of time before I attack a target that will make me worthy of their all-out efforts."
"Besides, their connection is too weak. Because they are so sparsely dispersed, they simply don't have the manpower to fake such a huge amount of hatred."
Max Eisenhardt talks to himself.
The blue iron nails floating in mid-air behind him were stabbed into the cut-out paper in front of him, with the title written in bold black font.
Another mutant crime.
"The murderer surrendered to the authorities, and the homeless man claimed to be responsible for three murders"
interesting.
Is it SHIELD's fault again?!
More and more things like this are happening, and they are forcing me to make a choice.
"But……"
"If I turn a blind eye and don't step into their trap, things won't be fun."
A smile appeared on Max Eisenhardt's face, and it was not a kind smile.
But the smell of bloodlust and killing.
…
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Helicarrier.
The changes in time and space are really wonderful, this time and space node is locked by Pioneer Technology!
Peggy Carter!
The female director wearing a black eye patch was sitting on a chair, frowning and listening to the reports of her subordinates.
Magneto.
Synonymous with trouble.
Now Magneto doesn't know where he is hiding. Almost all the SHIELD agents that can be dispatched have been sent out to various cities and regions, trying to find this "source of trouble" in the shortest possible time by looking for a needle in a haystack.
”.
even.
The director also specifically contacted many major international media and even TV stations to produce various fake news about mutants overnight.
Peggy Carter understands the sinfulness of human nature.
For example, being irritable or expressing anger are good starting points.
As long as he tries to provoke Magneto to the highest level, this man will definitely not be patient and will definitely take action.
And the moment he took action.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s anomaly warning radar system will be triggered to quickly locate the location, and then dispatch the combat team on standby and the nearest agents to rush to the location.
Like a dragnet, the covering plan began to operate secretly. Their goal was only one, and that was to capture Magneto!
certainly.
As a qualified director, it is natural that you cannot favor one thing over another.
At the same time, the development of events in New York is also within the scope of the SHIELD director's observation.
Spider woman!
And lizard people!
They began fighting in the heart of New York City.
Fortunately, the local police department in New York has been dispatched, and she has also sent a special operations team to go with her, so there shouldn't be any big problems.
Peggy Carter thought secretly in her heart.
…
California, Paradise Mountain.
Driving a blue and white second-hand off-road vehicle, driving slowly on the empty road.
Max Eisenhardt put on a long black trench coat with the fur collar standing up, and he looked very energetic.
"It took me a little longer to get here than I'm used to, but I was traveling under radar."
With his curled index finger tapping on the steering wheel in front of him, Max Eisenhardt looked at the surveillance camera on the streetlight, wondering what he thought of.
"And the last time I flew long distance, I flew 300 miles past my destination, and I felt a little tired for the next week."
Max Eisenhardt murmured to himself as he slammed on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road.
His eyes fell on the newspaper building not far away!
"Horn's Paradise Daily"
It was this newspaper that published the news that the murderer of the serial murder case had been arrested.
The outcome of a mutant murder case.
Max Eisenhardt put his hands in his pockets, entered through the main entrance, and walked around the newspaper hall briefly.
Without making any other actions, he walked out of the door and returned to the driver's seat of the car, stroking his chin thoughtfully and saying.
"This newspaper... and the murder prayers are like a series of crumbs to a man who knows what he is looking for, three murders."
"No, it should be said that they were three crimes against mutants. It's as simple as a child's connecting game, isn't it?"
When he said this, Max Eisenhardt shrugged his shoulders, obviously a little stunned by the IQ of some people.
All right.
He was really not sure.
Why did that guy's IQ suddenly drop to such a level? Do you really think that this kind of trick played by children can fool you?!
I don't know whether to call it pitiful or ridiculous.
"S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Simple-minded as always, or maybe they are too smart?!"
"Such overwhelming news, even though I knew it was fake, they still tried to anger me in this way."
"oh……"
Max Eisenhardt was talking to himself, but in fact the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense the more he talked.
"You succeeded. Little tricks always have good results."
"I'm about to lose control. After all, I'm like a devil... He will never let go of his own soul seeking death."