Marvel World New Magneto

Eric and Director Mograine had more than two hours of talks. During this period, they exchanged information and made private transactions in various ways such as temptation, promises, blackmail, and threats. Finally, they basically reached a consensus.Medical interests will not stand in the way of the mutants' quest for normalization, and some assistance will be given where appropriate.In return, Eric paid the cash --- the corpse of an alien blood race, and the futures --- the proceeds of future alien adventures.Overall, the conversation between the two sides was fruitful.

Of course, Eric wouldn't believe Mograine's promise at all.

A group that uses the life, old age, sickness and death of its compatriots for profit, who would believe that its promises can be fully fulfilled?

Looking at the complete information Mograine sent, I am afraid that Stryker himself has not kept it so complete, at least what Eric got from the Alkali Lake base is far less than Mograine. these in hand.Even if the doctor's subordinates are bought out, it is impossible to get more materials than Mr. Director's box, and Stryker is a person who is extremely good at taking care of his subordinates. It only depends on his right-hand assistant Warren when his daughter meets him. When his life is in danger and he has no choice but to turn to mutants, he is still reluctant to betray his superior, and he can understand that it is impossible to collect such complete first-hand information over him. Even with his cooperation, It also had to go through a lot of meticulous work and an extremely long process.

Eric only gave the vampire to Stryker for a short period of time. Considering that Stryker still has to extract the serum to test the effect, he must at least halve this period of time.As soon as the medical interest group received the unfavorable news, they immediately responded, and almost without hesitation, they brought out the materials that could kill Stryker. This shows that they have been in contact for a long time. The cooperation began a few years ago, and the bloodstains on the operating table of Stryker Base must also have some credit. After all, to study the abilities of mutants, medical help is indispensable.As for why Stryker was so down, he had to make a desperate attempt to attack the academy, it may be because the medical group lost patience after seeing the delay in getting results.

Just releasing a fragrant bait has shaken the whole situation. Eric can't say he is dissatisfied with such a development.In order to console himself, he poured himself a cup of tea, then sat at the table and tasted it slowly.

With a "squeak", the door opened, and Ororo's slender figure flashed.

"He's gone?" Eric asked casually.

Ororo nodded, his expression a bit complicated.

Eric can understand the various emotions contained in this look. He reached out and took Ororo over, put her soft body on his lap, and comforted her in her ear, so that she didn't have to worry too much .

"You're playing with fire." Ororo said in distress, her brows furrowed tightly.Everyone who lives in this country knows what a medical interest group is. People generally hate it, but they have to deal with it. It includes three major forces, commercial insurance companies, pharmaceutical companies, and physician associations, with tens of millions of employees. And servants, good at playing all kinds of tricks to make themselves in an advantageous position, its potential power is so huge, it can easily dismantle the administrative pressure of successive presidents, and the honor of a country despised by it can easily deal a major blow to mutants .It is like a great white shark that cannibalize at every turn in the sea. Only the same behemoth can compete with it. Eric made a deal with the devil, which filled her heart with anxiety.

"I know, it's a poisonous snake." Eric admitted the other party's danger. "But at this stage, we have to dance with poisonous snakes, and only this poisonous snake that may retaliate at this moment can give us some help. As long as this period is passed, if it still dares to bite, it is uncertain who will die. "

Ororo was sensitive to the meaning of his words.

"What other plans do you have?" She asked nervously, grabbing the arm around her waist, feeling that Eric was pushing the situation to develop rapidly in an unknown direction step by step.

"There is no definite plan for now, it's just some ideas that only exist in my mind." Eric denied it, and then patted her surprisingly elastic buttocks. "Everything I do is to increase the strength of the Academy. Only when the Academy is strong can the mutants survive the storm. Now let these ordinary people contain each other. We will have enough time to win this war."

He said, looking at the calendar on the wall, as long as dozens of hours later, he will stand on Capitol Hill in place of the professor to attend the hearing on mutant affairs, as long as he sets foot there, there will be no more One can ignore his influence in this regard.

The information sent by the medical group will be fully utilized, and its attitude change is no longer important. As long as the representatives of the mutant group and the official dialogue are opened, no matter what the results are, as an independent group, it will get enough attention. , Stryker, the military, or any big conglomerate or big corporation can't openly attack mutants as before.That's when their effect on mutants will be at their lowest point ever, and Eric is waiting for that moment.

"I will create a beautiful world that belongs to mutants." He whispered, rubbing against Ororo's ear, making her blushed and gasping softly.

Just as they were about to do something, the door suddenly opened.

"Boss..." John stepped in and was stunned.

"Am I disturbing you?" He responded immediately and said with a smirk.

Although this kid has grown up, his nature is hard to change, and he is still this impatient.

Ororo wanted to jump off Eric's leg when he broke in. Just as she was about to move, she put Eric's arm around her waist and pulled him back, so she could only learn to ostrich and bury her head in In the man's chest, avoiding John and pretending nothing happened.

"If I were you, I would knock on the door first and get permission from the master before coming in." Eric said slowly.

John made a sudden realization, and hurriedly exited the room. After ten seconds, the door rang.

"Come in," Eric said.

The door opened, John walked in solemnly, and now Eric was sitting alone in a chair drinking tea, and Ororo was sitting across from him, with his back to the rash student.

"Is something wrong?" Eric asked gently.

"The new student has come to report, my captain." As if he didn't see the scene just now, John gave a decisive and forceful sailor salute and answered solemnly.

***

Miss Warren was accompanied by her father. She was wearing a fluffy white princess dress with a small suitcase in her hand. She walked obediently behind her father, her eyes were red as if she had passed through a family ethics drama. Baptized with tears, I greeted Eric listlessly after seeing Eric.

"Take Christina to see the tutor, John." Eric ordered, sending the daredevil away to speak. The boy was looking at Mr. Warren suspiciously, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Mutants have always had a very good memory, and even a one-sided relationship can be remembered a long time later, but now there is no need to show his superiority, Mr. John's job is very simple, all he has to do is show his beautiful elementary school girl the way .

Fortunately, this job won't let him reject him. He is very happy to perform it. Like every senior of the opposite sex who is eager to help beautiful schoolgirls, he happily helped Christina pick up the suitcase and diligently took her to the girls' dormitory. go.

"You came very early. It seems that something happened that I didn't know about. Can you tell me?" Eric's smile faded as soon as Christina disappeared at the corner of the corridor.

Today's Jester Warren is no longer the tormented father who appeared last time. His magnetic field is no longer a depressing and decadent gloom. Finally made a choice.

"I told the doctor about Christina, he was like my father, I couldn't betray him, and he forgave me for hiding, so now I'm sending Christina with his consent ." Jester said lightly, his angular face had a faint smug look, swept away the previous fear.

Really a good dog.Eric cursed secretly in his heart, and his face remained calm.

"Other than that?" he continued.

"The Doctor wants to see you." Jester opened the car door.

After 15 minutes, Eric saw Stryker. He stayed in a nearby coffee shop, which was the same table where Eric and Jester talked last time. He covered himself with a windbreaker. Wrapped tightly, like a patient with a serious cold.

"Don't you feel hot, William." Eric walked past Stryker and sat across from him.

"It's better than being killed by a bullet shot by a sniper from 1000 meters away, Eric." Stryker replied in a muffled voice, holding a cup of coffee in both hands without looking up.

Eric snorted at his concern.

"Latte." He asked for a cup of coffee and tipped the unsightly waiter away.

"You haven't had a good time. Let me guess what's causing our doctor to be so stressed. He has more wrinkles, less hair, and a darker complexion than the last time we met. Angu, are you tortured by the condemnation of your conscience so that you can't sleep?" Eric teased him wantonly, almost treating him as nothing.

"You're right, I'm not having a good time." Stryker ignored the last sentence and slowly drank his coffee. The hot liquid entered his thirsty mouth and warmed his throat. got a little angry.

"Why am I not having a good time? Because the president urged me, the consortium forced me, the former allies were hostile to me, who gave all of this—you, Eric." Stryker said while drinking, he It looks like an old bear tortured intolerably by the deep sleepiness of hibernation, full of loneliness and resentment.

Eric spread his hands, very helpless.

"Why do you say that, William." He called out the name of this mortal enemy affectionately. "I just expressed my goodwill, whether you accept it or not, isn't it your own choice?"