Seizing Auschwitz

Over the next few days, whenever Alex had free time, he trained Marx in his ability to control metal. After several days, Marx had made tremendous progress. He could practically make a piece of iron dance in his hands. As expected of the future Magneto, whose name would strike terror into countless hearts.

Alex had not been idle either. While training his Psionic Power, he constantly explored and studied his own special ability. Back in Chinatown, Alex had learned that his mother was very likely a mutant. There was no doubt that his suddenly awakened ability came from this body, just like Marx's, originating from the X-gene within him.

He could absorb Marx's Metal Control ability without harming Marx, which differed from Rogue's power. Alex thought of a word to describe it: copying. It was not deprivation or plunder, merely copying Marx's ability without damaging Marx's own power. However, this copying was not permanent and had a time limit.

One copy—one touch—lasted around four hours before the ability disappeared. Copying it several times in succession multiplied the duration. However, copying it more than three times had no effect. So theoretically, the longest Alex could possess Metal Control was thirty-two hours.

Of course, as long as Marx remained by Alex's side, Alex could keep controlling metal indefinitely. He only needed to touch Marx again whenever the ability was about to disappear.

After figuring out his ability, Alex began preparing to escape.

"Alex, are you planning to leave?" One night, after everyone else had fallen into a deep sleep, Jacob climbed down from his bunk and looked at the still-awake Alex as he spoke in a low voice. Jacob had seen every change in his son. He credited all of it to Alex, who had become increasingly mysterious and powerful in his eyes.

Alex glanced around, then nodded. "Yeah. When the time comes, I'll take all of you with me."

Through relentless training, Teleportation had improved again. Its range had suddenly increased to six thousand meters, and he only needed one minute before he could teleport again. Even if he took four people with him, Alex was confident he could get them out of Auschwitz Concentration Camp. Once they left the camp, with Metal Control at his disposal, he would be like a bird returning to the forest or a dragon entering the sea—unstoppable.

"Before we leave, I want to kill White Glove!" Jacob kept his voice low. His face was indistinct in the pitch-black brick barracks, but his eyes gleamed with a savage light, as though he wanted to devour someone alive.

White Glove was the nickname the people in the camp had given Rudolf Fernandi.

Alex wanted to refuse, but when he saw Jacob's eyes, his throat seemed to clog up. After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded. "Fine. But everything has to follow my lead."

Watching Jacob climb back into his bunk, Alex wore a bitter expression. Agreeing had been easy, but carrying it out would be extremely troublesome. Originally, Alex had planned to take the four of them out of the camp under cover of night, without anyone noticing. By the time the guards discovered them, it would already be the next morning. Even if the guards wanted to pursue them then, it would be difficult. And even if they caught up, Alex had nothing to fear with Metal Control.

But Alex truly could not refuse Jacob's request. Although it might expose their whereabouts early, he could only agree in order to fulfill Jacob's wish.

Two more days passed, and another group of newcomers arrived at the camp. They were said to be prisoners of war from the front lines, a full four thousand of them. That day, White Glove began another massacre. He shot three hundred prisoners of war before the Wall of Death in one go, doing it all personally. One man held the machine gun for him from the front while he stood behind it and fired wildly.

Caught up in the killing, White Glove actually turned the machine gun toward the women working beyond the open ground.

In the distance, Alex's eyes nearly split with rage. Audrey and Ella were among those women!

"Marx, do it!" Alex habitually touched Marx's shoulder, then vanished with Teleportation.

As Alex disappeared, excitement flashed across Marx's little face. His hands moved repeatedly, and the guards watching them let out agonized screams one after another before collapsing to the ground. The steel helmets on their heads crumpled together, along with their not-so-hard skulls. Alex had taught Marx this method—it was simple, convenient, unexpected, and the fastest, most efficient way to deal with guards.

Jacob froze for a moment before immediately coming to his senses. He roared, "Brothers, pick up the guns! We're fighting our way out!"

A month of hellish torment had worn away most people's courage. They did not move when they heard Jacob's words, but quite a few still excitedly picked up guns and joined the resistance.

While Jacob rallied the men, Marx remembered Alex's instructions. He immediately turned his attention to the surrounding guard posts and, before the guards could react, dealt with them in an instant. He was clean and decisive, without any hesitation.

Alex had no time to care whether Marx was following his instructions. When Teleportation ended, he appeared in the middle of the open ground, directly in front of White Glove. White Glove was gripping the machine gun with both hands, just about to fire.

White Glove did not care who had suddenly appeared before him. The machine gun in his hands rattled, unleashing dozens of bullets in a dense barrage.

Alex flew into a rage and roared, "White Glove, you deserve to die!"

Something bizarre happened. The bullets stopped less than ten centimeters from Alex.

Alex looked coldly at White Glove and lightly waved his right hand. All the bullets immediately scattered, flying toward the guards around them, who were still standing there in a daze. Every bullet was like a legendary elf arrow, nimbly piercing one guard's head after another and sending up sprays of blood. In moments, nearly a hundred guards on the open ground had fallen. Until their deaths, they had no idea how they had died.

White Glove snapped back to his senses and shouted. The machine gun in his hands rattled again. The same scene played out once more, except this time Alex targeted guards farther away. Anyone holding a gun received a bullet from him.

"Drop your weapons, or die!"

Alex's threat was extremely effective. Every guard who had been preparing to draw a weapon wisely put it down.

"What are you standing around for? Take the guns!" Alex then looked toward the prisoners of war who had just been brought over. Though he had looked so calm and imposing moments ago, he was actually in tremendous pain. The rapid depletion of Psionic Power was making even his soul feel as though it could not bear it. "Secure this place immediately. Don't let the guards from nearby camps discover us."

Auschwitz Concentration Camp covered a vast area. The one where Alex was located was the main Auschwitz camp, and nearby were two more main camp sections and thirty-nine smaller camps or factories.

Prisoners of war were not ordinary people. They instantly came to their senses, confiscating all the guards' weapons while seizing advantageous positions. More than three thousand prisoners of war quickly took control of the main Auschwitz camp. The guards in the camp were locked up, and all the "prisoners" were released.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Alex finally could not hold on any longer and collapsed weakly to the ground.