Marvel World New Magneto

In the end, Eric did not take away the helmet that could isolate the power of the mind. Since the professor returned the helmet to the Brotherhood, let it remain in Ruiwen's hands.He carefully sensed the inner structure of this treasure and the materials that made it up, and kept every bit of information in his heart, which might come in handy one day.

Although he didn't expect that day to actually come, it was always helpful to be prepared.

When everything was done and the appointed time was approaching, Eric and Ruiwen left before the genuine doctor came back. After saying goodbye to each other, he stopped the taxi at the hospital gate.

The car is still in that famous yellow bug look, with the words NYCTAXI spray-painted on the bright yellow body, and their reputation has long been spread with the reputation of the New York metropolis. As part of 12187 vehicles of its kind, The owner is also an accented immigrant like most drivers, with a cheerful and chatty personality.

"Mr. Eric?" Eric sat in the co-pilot's seat. The black driver who had just stepped out of the youthful era and had not faded his lips did not start the car, but turned his head and stared at him for a while and asked .

"It's me." Eric was a little surprised, he wasn't arrogant enough to think that he was so famous that he could be recognized by anyone just taking a taxi.

The driver smiled apologetically, and he drove the car slowly away from the hospital gate.

"I'm from the Bronx, and I was there the last time you put out a fire," he explained while turning the steering wheel. "My friend is also a taxi driver. He lives in the building that was on fire. When the accident happened, his whole family was trapped on the roof. You rescued his wife and two children from the air."

As it turned out, Eric asked casually, "Are they okay?"

"Very good. I can't help but thank God for an appointment for nothing, and of course you." The driver smiled, and he was sincerely happy for his friend to escape the bad luck. "The insurance company paid him a sum of money, plus his original income, and now he's living a middle-class life by buying a house in an independent community—if I say he should have done this long ago. I did. Now he finally understands that life is limited and that the money he spends can make him happy."

"Makes sense." Eric smiled. "The money is supposed to give the master enough to support, otherwise why gather them."

At this time, the car turned a corner and drove onto the road to Westchester, and then the speed gradually increased, and the street trees on both sides flashed like revolving lights, and were left far behind.

When meeting the legendary hero, the driver was very excited and kept chatting with Eric about mutants.

"I won't hide it from you. Since that day, many of my friends have regarded you as an idol. My brother is just 13 years old. He is very envious of your abilities. He wants to be a mutant and be like you Flying to the sky, my mother finally persuaded him not to make a stupid attempt. And I am the same, I pay attention to your news, I collected a lot of news reports from newspapers and TV, I read the reporter’s comment on you Your interview and cut it out and pasted it on the wall, your words are absolutely right." He slapped the steering wheel and said loudly. "How can it be like this to divide people who are originally equal into classes, isolate God's people, and let one group of people rule over another group of people. We should get along with each other as equals and help each other."

"Yes, such a spirit should be promoted," Eric nodded: "Everyone is for me, and I am for everyone."

"Well said, that is the soul of the Musketeer." The driver laughed and repeated the famous saying: "Everyone is for me, I am for everyone---I love Dumas to death."

As he spoke, he let go of his hands from the steering wheel, made a gesture of firing a musket, and made a sound of "bang bang" in his mouth, and then regarded himself as a swordsman again, waving a long, thorny sword that didn't exist, fighting with the ghosts in the void. A certain imaginary enemy fought hard, and it took a minute or two before stopping.

His body was shaking so much, it was difficult for him to hold the steering wheel with one hand, and the car was still driving so steadily.Eric thought silently.

After the driver's excitement passed, he calmed down for a moment, then pretended to be nonchalant and asked about the people he really cared about.

"Can I ask the name of the lady who was on the same road as you?" He turned his head and glanced at Eric quickly. The redness of the blood was not visible on his dark face, but the look in his eyes The nervousness betrayed his mood. "The one with the silver hair, she's so pretty."

Eric laughed, this time with good-natured teasing.Ororo is always so popular, she is shrewd and capable, and has a sassy heroic spirit that exudes from the inside out, full of love for children, both adults and children like it.She's the type of person who never feels intimidating to you, but before you know it you feel close to her.She is like a breeze, quietly living in your heart.

"She's Ororo." He replied with a smile, and the driver felt even more embarrassed when he heard his laughter.

"You must be in a relationship. I've watched the video many times. She looks at you very differently. I think she must like you very much." After the excitement, the driver was a little disappointed and muttered softly.He was still a young man, only a little older than John and Bobby, and his mood was like June weather, coming and going quickly. "Ordinary people like me can only look up at her from a distance and wish her happiness. Please don't disappoint her kindness." His position became very fast, and he turned to ask Eric, as if he was going to send his sister to marry The younger brother was reluctant.

For this admirer of Ororo, Eric could only nod his head, he dealt with it vaguely, and then chatted while running around, time passed quickly.

Crossing the town, the college was ahead, when the driver looked in the rearview mirror and asked about Eric, pointing to a car following them.

"Is that car in the back your friend's? He followed us around several turns." The car he pointed at was a black Ford, about 50 meters away from the taxi.In fact, it has been following since the hospital, but Eric ignored it.

"Looks like I'm going to get out of the car early, and I'll give you the money for the car." Eric counted the money and the tip and handed it to the person next to him, but the driver didn't accept it. He parked the car on the side of the road and took it out from his body. a business card.

"Will you save people in the future?" the driver asked.

"As long as it's needed," Eric replied.

"Then I can't take your money, it will make my conscience uneasy." The driver insisted on refusing, Eric was not pretentious, he took the business card sent by the driver.

"I usually run this road. Please call me if you have anything. I'm honored to walk with the hero." Said, "I can't help you much, take care."

Eric waved him away, then picked up the business card and looked at it. In the middle of the business card was a yellow taxi with a line of black writing below it: "Cheetah or I, which one will reach the end faster - Snee. Mr. C. Ryquid is at your service."

"Thank you, Snake." Eric said to the departing taxi, then turned and walked back.

"Now let me see who you are." He came to the front of the Ford car, stood still and didn't speak, and after ten seconds, the door opened and a man with a familiar face walked down.

This man wears sunglasses, has a burly stature and a stern expression. From the outside, he could have run for the Terminator title with another gentleman, but an unspeakable anxiety ruined his temperament, especially after taking off the sunglasses. , he couldn't hide his heart any longer, the red eyes, the dark circles under his eyes were all in sight, and there was a beard around his mouth, which I don't know has been trimmed for a few days.

"Jester Warren," Eric remembered the man they had had a relationship with.

"It's me." The man replied, and he looked very calm now, not as cautious as the enemy two times before.

Eric passed him and got into the car.

"Find a suitable place," he ordered, and Jester obeyed him like Stryker.

After a round of turns, they came to a street coffee shop. It was not a remote place. It was in the middle of a street. It was crowded by pubs and pastry shops on both sides. It looked very inconspicuous.

At this time, there are not many customers in the store. Only a few rows of tables are separated from their seats. Only some customers are chatting. The show kills time.

Eric asked for a latte, and so did Mr. Jester, but even if he was given a cup of concentrated sulfuric acid, he would have to drink it first before realizing it was wrong.

"This is the third time we've met." Eric said straight to the point. "The first time you met Mr. Stryker as his accomplice, you were almost out of breath with my iron rope; the second time was at the bottom of Lake Arkali, when I led people into When I came in, you bravely stood in front of the officer, as if you were going to die with us. Today is the third time, you drove behind me alone until near the academy, are you not afraid that I will kill you, a murderer who persecutes your compatriots?”

Jester lowered his head and kept turning the glass, his hands loosening and clenching, then loosening again.

He finally made up his mind and was about to speak when Eric interrupted him.

"Let me guess, Mr. Warren," Eric said slowly, staring into his eyes. "You came out of the hospital alone, and it looks like you had a relationship there as an individual; when you got in the car, I saw a few films in your hand, and it looked like you or someone in your acquaintance became If you have a patient, this person will not be you, otherwise you can go to a military hospital or something, then the patient is your family member, what kind of disease do they have?"

Eric didn't let Mr. Warren answer, he spoke to himself.