Infinite American Drama Space
Chapter 988

Tracking Mystique

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Magneto slowly floated upward.

Though he was the king of all metal, it wasn't as if he faced no risk. The Americans had plenty of plastic bullets and firearms designed to target him.

But he was beyond furious now. He couldn't bring himself to care about the danger, and rose into the air.

"Fuck you!" Magneto's handsome face twisted with rage. "Our noble race, subjected to human experiments by you! Die!"

He swept his hand, and the helicopters in the air quickly collapsed into heaps of scrap metal!

Their steel panels buckled inward, one after another, as if invisible giant hands were crushing them into meat patties!

The people inside had no chance of escaping. Blood began to seep through the cracks in the steel, like juice spurting from a ripe lemon squeezed between someone's fingers!

And that wasn't all. The helicopter rotors remained intact. The nine blades spun through the air like boomerangs, whirling at high speed with every motion of Magneto's hand!

The rotors spun so fast that they soon formed a genuine steel cyclone!

The Pentagon's interior was laid out in a star shape, just like the five-sided building itself. Magneto hovered in the middle of the star-shaped plaza, sending the nine rotors whirling through the air. Wherever they passed, the swift-moving, fully armed US Soldiers were, of course,

chopped into mince by the nine razor-sharp rotors, like meat fed into a grinder!

Blood and flesh flew everywhere!

It was a veritable storm of blood and flesh!

The helicopter rotors, a meter wide and six meters long, whipped up a bloodbath in the Pentagon's central plaza!

The building's walls were quickly splattered with blood and bits of flesh!

This was the Pentagon!

The workplace of countless senior US military officials and the nation's central command.

This spacious

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