Mar-Vell is, after all, a citizen of the Kree Empire, one of the top empires in the Universe.
Although Mar-Vell was later easily shot down by the Kree Empire's action team Captain, that was only relatively unthreatening to the Kree people, much like a shut-in on Earth compared to an elite special forces soldier.
But for Earthlings to subdue Mar-Vell, the difficulty is actually comparable to a shut-in trying to subdue an elite soldier!
Whether in terms of knowledge or strength, Mar-Vell is beyond what these people on Earth can compare to.
Furthermore, the magic arrays and other elements designed to influence people's minds at the Base are relatively subtle and slow-acting.
This is why Mar-Vell, after being captured and brought to the Base for an entire day, not only hasn't been 'brainwashed' but has become even more vigilant.
Of course, this is also because White is still using methods tailored for Earthlings.
Now that the problem has been discovered, White only needs to adjust the approach.
White also has a copy of the Kree Empire's data and information database, and White is equally clear about the Kree's strengths and weaknesses.
White only needs to modify the adaptation method, and Mar-Vell's'submission' to the Base will merely be a matter of time.
As for the emergency distress signal that Mar-Vell might transmit using the device she carries as an important Kree Empire figure, did she think the Fifth Generation Troop-Spawning Battleship orbiting Earth was just for show?
If that signal were allowed to transmit, White would simply self-destruct!
Waving his hand, Michael had White take Mar-Vell away and stopped paying attention to her.
"White."
"Yes, Master!"
"Project Magneto's real-time image; I suddenly want to see how that old fellow is doing now."
Inside his luxurious office at the Base, Michael lay back in his opulent recliner, casually conjured a drink, and called out with interest while sipping it.
"Yes!"
"Master!"
A faint light flashed, and then, a real-time image of Magneto was projected in the office.
"Old friend."
"Still sulking, huh...!!!"
In the image, Charles, one of the leaders in the eyes of the Mutants, was sliding his wheelchair, shamelessly offering a glass of Magneto's favorite red wine to Magneto.
"Hmph!"
"Get lost!"
Magneto, with multiple areas of his body wrapped in protective bandages, waved his hand, knocking away Charles's hand holding the wine glass, and then turned his body again, avoiding Charles's direct gaze.
Clearly, the injured Magneto was not appreciative, and he didn't know if it was because of Charles or if he knew that drinking alcohol was not advisable while injured; perhaps it was both.
Perhaps he even harbored deep resentment towards the person who had reduced him to his current state.
The Magneto of today no longer possessed the heroic demeanor he once had.
Wrapped in bandages, though not to the point of appearing on his deathbed, he was utterly decadent.
Thinking about what happened a few days ago, Magneto was filled with grievances and didn't know whom to confide in.
He was completely overpowered by Michael, then slapped away and sent crashing back to the Mutant School.
But none of this could make Magneto feel lost or decadent.
However!
The thought of Charles's deception, coupled with Michael sealing his powers, made Magneto utterly despondent.
Magneto, a lifelong schemer, relied entirely on his powers, didn't he?
But now, with his powers sealed, Magneto was worse than an ordinary person!
If it weren't for his wife's comfort and his daughter's companionship, Magneto would have even contemplated suicide!
Yet, that scoundrel Charles, who had deceived him, shamelessly came to him every day begging for forgiveness.
Are you kidding me! If I forgive you, I'm not Magneto!
"Don't!"
"This is your favorite Lafite."
"A vintage Lafite, the most authentic taste!"
"Just have a little."
Charles didn't mind Magneto's coldness and harsh words.
"Then at least eat something, ah."
"I admit it was my fault before, not telling you the truth about the Base."
"But you can't even skip meals!"
"It doesn't matter if you lose your powers; didn't I once abandon my own abilities too?"
"Who knows, maybe one day your powers will return."
Placing the wine glass on the table, Charles turned his wheelchair and came to Erik Lehnsherr's front again, persuading him with a fawning expression.
Speaking of which, Magneto's decadent, besides his heartache, also had a lot to do with him not eating for two days.
Without energy supply, and with his powers sealed, how could Magneto not be dejected?!
"Get out!!!"
Bang! Crash! Charles tried his best to persuade him, but Magneto didn't appreciate it. Instead, he kicked over the table in agitation.
Instantly, a table of food and wine spilled onto the floor, causing a great waste!
With all his powers sealed, Magneto, who was even worse than an ordinary person, could only rage so impotently now...
"Alright, alright, alright."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving now."
"I'll call someone to clean up."
"You get some good rest, ah."
"I'll have someone prepare another table of food."
"Don't get yourself sick from anger!"
A hint of helplessness flashed across Charles's face; he knew how heartbroken Magneto was this time.
In fact, seeing Magneto in his current state, Charles was also very pained.
But Charles also didn't expect that another investigation of the Base would turn out like this, so he had no choice but to control his wheelchair and leave again.
Speaking of which, Charles still hadn't deeply realized the Base's strength, nor had he seriously learned from the previous lesson. He actually dared to harbor intentions against the Base again.
One can only say that all of this was Charles's own doing.
Michael wouldn't indulge him!
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