Magneto's plan was bold and terrifying: he was betting on human nature—betting that there would inevitably be extremist anti-mutant factions that would gain enough power to declare war on Genosha.
At that point, Magneto could easily and justifiably rally the strength of over ten million mutants to launch a war against all anti-mutant groups worldwide.
"I have no intention of declaring war on the entire world. Not everyone opposes mutants. I only need to show those who are unwilling to live in harmony with mutants what their fate will be, and that will be enough."
Magneto considered himself much more moderate, but Logan, who had followed the Professor for years, clearly didn't entirely agree with this philosophy. However, discussing the issue now was unnecessary, as no one had attacked yet. Any discussion would be better held back at the Academy with Cyclops and the others.
So, Logan got straight to the purpose of his visit: "Where is the Gene Trimming Device?"
"It's here. It always has been."
As Magneto spoke, he waved his hand, opening a metal wall. Inside was a complex piece of equipment spanning nearly a hundred square meters, almost all of it dedicated to serving the five experimental chambers in the center.
"It only takes four to six hours to create up to five mutants or adjust the mutant genes inside their bodies. If it's just for elimination, it's even faster."
Magneto looked at the Gene Trimming Device with a hint of regret. This was also a means for him to accelerate the screening process of the X-gene, selecting mutants fit for survival. Unfortunately, even if Genosha could meet the manufacturing conditions through various means, they didn't know how to build it. This was the only Gene Trimming Device on Earth; it couldn't even be disassembled and copied. Once destroyed, it couldn't be remade.
"Alright, you've seen it now. The Gene Trimming Device is secure. In this location, no one can enter unless I personally come down here."
"Hmph..." Logan didn't reply, countering with a question: "What if that Mister Sinister guy uses your genes?"
"You already destroyed one Gene Trimming Device in Madripoor. That means Sinister can no longer mark himself genetically after that. Of course, he might have other ways, but I can detect any anomaly in even a single iron atom of this vault."
Wolverine scoffed but somewhat conceded Magneto's point. The two then left, and Magneto sealed the vault, burying all its secrets deep underground. Logically, if Sinister intended to break in and steal the Gene Trimming Device, he would have to breach Magneto's personal defenses and then face an attack from Wolverine.
It was at that exact moment that a beam of light flashed—a tiny electric spark invisible to everyone else—illuminating a very small area. Then, Ms. Sinister and Max Dillon changed from ant-sized back to normal human size.
"Thanks to Magneto. If it weren't for him, it really would have taken some effort to get in."
The beautiful Ms. Sinister held the Pym Particle Gun in her hand and smiled: "Hank Pym really made something great. If we didn't have Pym Particles, we wouldn't have known how to get in here. Thank Magneto; he personally opened the door to the vault for us."
"Getting bigger and smaller is truly a marvelous experience." Max Dillon looked at Ms. Sinister curiously: "But you were actually able to steal Pym Particles from the Avengers?"
"The Avengers? Don't be ridiculous. Even if Tony Stark is an arrogant child and Hank Pym is a naive dreamer, their talents cannot be ignored. The security of the Avengers Tower is like a brass fortress, and their labs are even more troublesome."
"But S.H.I.E.L.D. is another matter."
Thanks to S.H.I.E.L.D. recruiting Hank Pym's old assistant, Goliath—the towering Black hero who also uses Pym Particles in combat—they had access. To Ms. Sinister and the Hydra organization behind her, S.H.I.E.L.D. was like a public restroom: they could come and go as they pleased without any obstruction, and anything was available for use.
"Alright, take out your electric eel and prepare for the surgery. The transplant operation takes four to six hours, as you just heard."
Ms. Sinister said this while patting the Gene Trimming Device: "Then, as we agreed, we'll modify you so you can absorb electricity to your heart's content. In return, you need to cause a major disturbance in Genosha so I can take the device away."
"Naturally."
Max said this while stripping off his clothes and obediently lying down on the Gene Trimming Device. He then asked with uncertainty: "Um, Magneto won't find out, will he?"
"He won't find out. Everything here is perfectly normal. At least, he won't sense anything strange."
Ms. Sinister said this while placing the barely living, modified electric eel into another processing chamber: "Enjoy your last few ordinary hours, Mr. Max. When you wake up, you will become the strongest mutant, second only to the Omega-level mutants."
Peter was beginning to doubt whether Max Dillon had actually come to Genosha. Yes, it was a possibility he had listed, and one he personally thought was likely, but so far, there had been no sign of him, and Genosha hadn't experienced any problems.
He had basically spent the day wandering around Hammer Bay with Wanda.
A mutant girl was playing with lightning on the street. The electricity she released from her hands skipped and danced like threads, transforming into various shapes. She didn't do this to make money or please anyone; rather, she was simply demonstrating her ability and receiving a word of praise from others. This was the daily life of Genosha: mutants could proudly display their abilities.
[Maybe we could, too, as long as we make ourselves look like mutants.]
No, I'd rather not.
Peter thought this as he watched Wanda walk over. She had just gone to inquire about Dazzler's concert. In a place like Genosha, tickets were still required for Dazzler's concerts.
"After all, the venue is only so big. But strictly speaking, tickets are only required for the area where you need to 'see' Dazzler."
Wanda said this, smiling, and handed Peter a ticket, holding one herself. Peter asked curiously: "Then tickets must be hard to get, thank you for the trouble."
"Not hard at all. Just leave it to Pietro."
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