"Then let's get to work. We'll start here." Su Ming clapped his hands and, without the slightest hesitation, assigned Magneto a task. His tone was casual. "There are probably tens of thousands of Hydra troops in the city. Go kill them all, then wait for me here. I'll deal with their commander."
"You're sure you mean all of them?" Magneto was ruthless, but hearing someone casually mention killing tens of thousands of people was still a first for him. It felt a little strange.
"Think about the pain they brought you in the past. Think about how they tortured your Mutant brothers and sisters. Of course, the choice is yours. I have no objection if you can capture them all alive, but the United States doesn't have the death penalty. Once these people get out of prison, who knows whether they'll truly turn over a new leaf?"
Su Ming said he had no objection, but every word was fanning the flames. It was as if Magneto would become a sinner reviled by Mutants for generations if he did not wipe these people out.
Magneto was a man with an odd way of doing things. Sometimes, the choices he made were completely incomprehensible to others. It could be said that he acted entirely according to his mood.
Simply put, he was willful. If he wanted someone dead, he would chase them to the ends of the earth. If he did not want to kill someone, then no matter how much that person provoked him right in front of him, he would not even spare them a glance. This was especially true of ordinary people. As long as those ants had not bitten him or his kind, he could not be bothered to argue with them.
His heart held only the greater