Outside the battlefield, a C-141 transport plane hovered overhead. Elektra, clad in a red-and-black bodysuit, watched the fierce battle raging in the mountains through satellite footage alongside the bald old man beside her.
In the spacious rear cargo bay, aside from Mystique Raven, all the other Brotherhood members were curled up inside electrified iron cages. While Magneto had been lured into a trap, they too had suffered a devastating blow. The Hand's elite ninjas had infiltrated the Brotherhood's secret base. With massive amounts of anesthetic gas and suppression drugs, the Mutants who had once held their own even against military forces were almost powerless before fully armed elite soldiers.
Even formidable beings like Juggernaut, with tough hides and no fear of bullets, could only meekly become docile lambs before guns loaded with Mutant Suppression Drug and Adamantium bullets.
In truth, well-trained elite forces possessed methods specifically designed to counter Mutants and could utterly crush them. Combined with the premeditated anesthetic gas, they had easily wiped out the Brotherhood members in one sweep.
"Erik's strength cannot be underestimated. Without abilities that can counter him, defeating him is simply impossible." The professor watched the fierce battle on the screen. Based on the strength Sean had displayed so far, he was no match for Magneto.
Charles naturally understood his old friend of many years, with whom he had shared both love and conflict, better than anyone. Erik's formidable command over magnetism had left him with almost no true opponents. Since acquiring the helmet that blocked psychic powers, even the professor could not harm him in a one-on-one fight.
"You have too much faith in your old friend," Elektra said disdainfully.
She possessed an utterly unreasonable level of confidence in Sean. Watching the black figure dart and evade on the screen, the Hand's new