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Chapter 217 Neptune
The City of Angeles is located on an island in the Pacific Ocean and is connected to the Los Angeles metropolitan area by a 3,000-meter-long cross-sea bridge.

In an apartment building adjacent to the bridge entrance, a Pioneer Company operator took a sip of cheap instant coffee, sat down in the window seat again, and continued to monitor the vehicles on the bridge with a telescope, chatting with his colleague next to him about the football game he watched yesterday.

As a junior employee, he didn't know exactly what had happened. He only knew that his superiors took it very seriously and sent a lot of people over from the headquarters.

"I was there yesterday. The quarterback of the Eagles was hit so badly that he was almost paralyzed. He will have to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life."

He was describing the scene of the match with great excitement, and it was only after a while that he noticed that his colleagues kept winking at him. He quickly shut his mouth and cautiously glanced to the side out of the corner of his eye.

In the corner of the room, the bald man who called himself Professor N was wearing a suit, sitting in a wheelchair with his eyes closed and concentrating.

Of course, he heard the conversation between the two mortals, as well as the words "paralysis" and "wheelchair".

But as the leader of the mutants, Professor N has always been magnanimous, so how could he be petty?

It was just a suggestion implanted in the minds of these two people that they would suffer from mental illnesses such as depression, mania, and schizophrenia in ten days.

'Even niggers can be a little angry.'

Professor N said to himself, and continued to use his mental power to scan and detect the vehicles downstairs.

The City of Angels is located on the sea. If the super-powered person wants to take Caroline and Angelica into the City of Angels, there are only four ways.

Ultra-high altitude skydiving, high-altitude breakthroughs, driving across the cross-sea bridge, and crossing the sea by boat.

On every traffic route, there is one or more Pioneer Company teams waiting in ambush to ensure that nothing goes wrong in the last two hours before the deadline.

buzz-

The employee who was drinking coffee suddenly felt the mobile phone in his shirt pocket vibrate violently. He took it out and glanced at it, and his eyes suddenly widened.

【Emergency Alert】

[Ballistic missiles flying from the Pacific Ocean are approaching the Los Angeles metropolitan area. Please go to the shelter immediately. This is not a drill.]

Before the employee could put down his coffee, the cell phones of other people in the room began to ring sharply.

Almost everyone in the apartment, the drivers waiting to pass at the bridge entrance, and even the entire city received the same text message on their mobile phones.

"What are you doing?"

"This is a joke, right?"

Drivers and pedestrians looked at each other, at a loss for a moment.

The TV station that was broadcasting the advertisement suddenly inserted a picture with white text on a black background, issuing an emergency alert in the name of the US government;
All email addresses in the Los Angeles metropolitan area received the same email;
Electronic traffic condition signs on the roadside streets change color to show nearby subways, underground parking lots and other shelter facilities;
"Damn it, it's an Amber Alert!"

A pedestrian was the first to react, exclaiming, "The text message is real! Missiles are coming!"

AMBER Alert, the full name of which is America's Missing: Broadcasting Emergency Response, is the United States's missing persons broadcast emergency response.

The national alert system was originally set up to deal with child kidnapping cases. When a child kidnapping case is confirmed and certain conditions are met,

The United States' emergency alert system, EAS, will send alerts to ordinary people in the area where the kidnapping occurs through channels such as radio, television, email, text messages, and online social platforms.

Because AMBER is really easy to use, the system has also been used for serious violent crimes such as terrorist attacks, kidnappings, mass shootings, as well as natural disasters such as hurricanes, tsunamis, and earthquakes.

(There is also a reunion system in the country, which has a similar function)

A text message about an incoming missile attack might be a false alarm, but with cross-verification through so many channels like radio, television and email, it’s unlikely to be fake news.

After a brief delay, the pedestrians on the road finally came to their senses.

Chaos engulfed the entire city.

Some people, sweating profusely and with shaking hands, opened Google Maps and ran desperately towards the nearest underground parking lot;
Some people knocked down strangers with one punch and snatched motorcycles or bicycles to use as a means of transportation;

Some people cried and called for their parents, using their mobile phones to make final farewell videos to their parents and loved ones;

After seeing the text message, some people were relieved. They walked up to the company boss whom they hated to death and slapped him hard, giving him a middle finger.
Some people also used their brains and rushed to the north of the city - the ballistic missiles flying over from the Pacific Ocean could only come from one of North Korea, Russia, or the major Eastern powers, and the latter two had consulates in Los Angeles.

No matter how powerful the missile is, it won’t be enough to blow up its own consulate, right?
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On a pure white helium airship, Cervantes stared with wide eyes, overlooking the city traffic that suddenly fell into chaos outside the window.

A whole day had passed since the superpower prison break in the suburbs of Denver. There were only two hours left in the 48-hour mission deadline.

During this period of time, Cervantes had been on high alert, wary of the opposing player. Now that the boots have landed, he is relieved.

"When any major country launches a nuclear strike, the priority is always the hostile country's nuclear facilities, political centers, arsenals, military bases, ports, and finally major cities. In comparison, Los Angeles has too low a priority, and other cities, such as Washington, did not receive a text message, proving that the entire alert was fake. It was man-made."

Cervantes' brain was working rapidly, "FEMA! The player on the other side has invaded FEMA!"

The Federal Emergency Management Agency is headquartered in Washington, D.C., and has offices throughout the United States.

The player does not need to actually threaten the entire city. As long as he controls the Los Angeles FEMA office or even just hacks into the network, he can skip a lot of links and issue a false alarm directly to the entire city through pre-set programs, creating huge chaos.

And his intention is very clear, to fish in troubled waters.

"The alarm is false. Don't panic. Stay at your post. The superpowered person is coming."

Cervantes shouted into the communication channel, but his words only affected Vanguard.

The city fell into even greater traffic congestion and chaos. Under all the surveillance cameras, everyone was running aimlessly and no suspicious persons could be found at all.

"shit."

Cervantes followed the local customs and swore something, took a deep breath, and said on the radio channel: "Professor N, it's up to you."

"Ah."

Black Egg nodded, lit the marijuana cigarette with a lighter, took a deep puff, and began to meditate.

Professor X from the original X-Men can find and control the mind of anyone anywhere on Earth.

This black Professor N, who was transformed by the old seal, naturally cannot be as amazing as Professor X. What he can do is to find a relatively peaceful mind among the chaotic minds in the city.

The whole process was not smooth. A lot of chaotic thoughts flooded into Professor N's ​​mind, causing his brain to overload and his nose to bleed.

He could sense that senior officials in the Los Angeles government had all gone into underground bunkers, so no one went to check with the FEMA Los Angeles office;
He could sense that in the extremely crowded subway stations and parking lots, countless people were crying, repenting, regretting, and begging;
He even sensed that a pair of biological siblings were kissing each other with the thought, "We're all going to die when the nuclear bomb comes, so why not have some fun before we die?" Well, he didn't know how these two would get along after the false alarm was debunked.

After going through these minds, Professor N finally found several suspicious targets approaching the cross-sea bridge from different directions.

One of them was less than 500 meters away from him.

"Under the sea! There is a spiritual wave at the bottom of the sea!"

Professor N suddenly opened his eyes, not even bothering to wipe the blood from his nose, and quickly took the tablet and marked the coordinates on the map.

Cervantes pursed his lips. As expected, the other party was messing up the city just to cover up the raid.

In that case
He turned his head and looked at a bearded man wearing Nordic armor, "Thor, it's your turn."

"Ah."

The bearded burly man nodded. He was a fourth-level lightning-type mutant who had been transformed by the old seal.

Since the old seal can only transform the human body and cannot create equipment, he wears a COSPALY uniform bought temporarily from the comic exhibition, and the hammer in his hand is not Thor's hammer.
It was a claw hammer used to nail wooden boards.

No matter how incongruous this claw hammer looks, "Thor" opened the hatch and jumped down. Lightning flashed all over his body, and he swung the hammer violently the moment it touched the sea.

Shila-

Rolling thunder and lightning penetrated into the not-so-deep offshore sea, illuminating the turbid waters.

A figure was struck by lightning and jumped out from the bottom of the sea.

He was a handsome middle-aged man wearing a wet suit and a rose pinned to his chest.

"I am the son of Odin, the King of Asgard, the guardian and heir of Asgard - Thor, the God of Thunder. Who are you?" Thor, holding a goat-horn hammer and half of his body soaked in water, shouted in a deep voice.

The man in the suit stepped on the sea water and wiped his hair, "I am the King of the Sea."

Aquaman? He doesn't look like one. He's too skinny. And where's your trident?
As if he saw Thor's doubts, Aquaman took out a phone book from his pocket, on which was a long list of names densely written.

[Wendy, Chicago, 22 years old, unmarried, nightclub DJ, occasionally dating]

[Pera, Seattle, 34 years old, married, husband goes on business trips to Europe every summer]

[Yulia, San Francisco, 19 years old, likes skiing, poetry, and photography]

Each string of names is followed by a number and a specific address.

Oh my god, this is Aquaman, right?!

(End of this chapter)