Marvel World New Magneto

It's been a busy day.Accompanying the professor to play chess all night, just after breakfast, Eric had to start the class with the students again. Before he finished the first class, an unexpected visitor found him again. Door.

"You're always so busy with business." It was rare that Ororo was going to take a break, but was called to replace the class again, and she gave Eric a dissatisfied look.

What could Eric say, he hugged her apologetically, and walked to the gate of the academy amid the laughter of the students.

Warren was waiting there, and he brought a girl who looked innocent and beautiful.

"I said Warren, it's not a good thing to hide." Eric said to the stern soldier far away.

"What?" Warren felt confused, not knowing what he was hiding and Eric discovered.

"You didn't tell me last time that you have such a beautiful daughter besides Christina. What's her name?" Eric walked over to him and extended his hand to the little girl, but the other party didn't respond , looked at Warren blankly and did not speak.

At this time, Warren suddenly realized, and quickly explained.

"You misunderstood. This is what Laura...Dr. cultivated." Warren probably didn't think words like "manufactured" were appropriate, and he racked his brains to find the word "cultivated."

Eric ignored him, he had already seen through the alloy skeleton similar to another mentor in the academy.

"I will find Miss Laura a brother who loves her, I believe they will get along well." He said lightly.

Warren's face twitched.

"Logan?" he asked tentatively.

"Have an opinion?" Eric looked at him with a half-smile.

"No." Warren denied immediately. "I just thought he was a dangerous person."

"Don't worry about him, as long as Stryker isn't stupid enough to run over by himself, he won't know anything. Now tell me about your boss, or should you say your former boss?" Eric asked in disapproval. He was still a little curious about Stryker. On the day of the hearing, he saw that Stryker didn't look very nervous in private. He estimated that this guy had some hidden cards in his hand, and he could rely on it to tide over the difficulties.

"The Doctor is still my boss, and no one can replace him." Warren said proudly. After following Stryker for decades, he has regarded the officer as a father, and nothing can shake his loyalty. . "The Department of Defense has investigated, but can't do anything with him because he has a power of attorney from the former president that everything he does is for highly classified military missions, and the Army Research Center and other institutions have also Participation, so many years have passed, some of the people who joined at the beginning are already in high positions, so the investigation team can only find some small people to deal with the Ministry of Justice. With these people sharing the responsibility, the doctor only received some minor punishments, the big one He will come back to lead us in the next year.”

What an old fox, Eric thought to himself.But looking at Warren's arrival so early, I'm afraid it's more than that.

"This alone is not enough, you don't need me to do something?"

Exposed by one sentence, Warren smiled awkwardly: "Of course, we always ask for you, isn't that what you want to see. But today is not to say this, but what you want us to do It's done, I want to see when you will receive it."

He's talking about what Eric and Stryker mentioned a while back, and he's implying that Stryker does one thing for himself, and now it's taking shape.Eric pondered for a while, then waved to John.

This kid has been paying attention to this side secretly for a long time. Seeing Eric beckoning, he casually asked Ororo for leave and ran over.

"Boss?" John looked at Warren with some hostility in his eyes. After watching the live broadcast of the hearing, he already remembered that this person had followed Stryker to invade the Academy. If Eric was not around, he would be very I want to give people some color to see.

Eric did not explain for Warren, but handed John something, and then ordered:

"I can't go to the appointment because of something. You take this to Hank's studio on my behalf. The lady who came yesterday needs it." John looked down and saw that it was a large syringe filled with a tube of silver liquid. quite heavy.

"What is this?" he asked casually.

"Secret," Eric replied.

"Is this a secret mission?" John immediately became excited, as if he had transformed into a full-fledged envoy on a top-secret mission, and his young heart beat violently, completely forgetting Warren.

"Yes, Sergeant John, I order you to finish it as soon as possible." Eric gave him a military salute.

"Yes!" John yelled, bowed his chest in return, and walked away.

***

At the moment in the John Edgar Hoover Building in the District of Columbia, the director of the intelligence department is listening to the report of his subordinates. They were sent to monitor the Xavier Academy of Gifted Youth, but they failed to complete the task. They were arrested in the middle of the night last night. The person was knocked out, didn't wake up until dawn, and then quietly returned to the headquarters to report.

The supervisor is about 45 years old, with a fat body and deep eyes. He holds two simulated portraits drawn by a master based on the description. Slowly said: "So, you were knocked out without seeing anything, and all the equipment installed were scrapped?"

His words drew immediate objections from one of the agents.

"No, I saw it. It's Donald, Donald attacked me! Look at my face, it's red and swollen." The agent shouted fiercely, pointing his finger to show the officer the scars on his face. .

But the supervisor turned a deaf ear, he flipped through the documents on the table and continued:

"Your companion also told me that Mickey gave him a sap and knocked him to the ground...I have to say, you guys are really handsome. Let me think what the media would say if this report got out. , are they treating us like a bunch of botched liars who burn through billions of dollars a year, or do they think the FBI took Disney money to advertise new cartoons... Do you think I'll believe you two idiots?" He suddenly Raised his voice and slapped the desk, furious: "Also, what's the smell on your body, did you brush your teeth with shit?"

The agent was trembling with fright at the sudden change, and he quickly cleared up the misunderstanding.

"It's a Hawaiian-style specialty, and it was sprinkled on me when I was attacked..."

But the supervisor didn't want to listen to his explanation anymore and interrupted him sharply.

"Hawaiian specialties? Very good! Next I will recommend you to try African specialties. Stand up now!"

The two agents stood up in general reflexes.

"Turn back, keep walking, and get out of my office!" the supervisor roared loudly, driving the two unfortunates out.

"A bunch of idiots!" He said bitterly until the figures of the two subordinates disappeared outside the door in a hurry, and the supervisor's chest was still heaving with anger. "If we had a choice in the first place, why would we choose these things?"

He complained to the person on the sofa next to him, who had been sitting there without interjecting. Now that he heard the question, he asked disapprovingly:

"You think they're lying?"

"Is there really that kind of mice and ducks that attack people?" the supervisor asked rhetorically.

"Maybe not, but mutants may not be able to do it." The man's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"That has nothing to do with us." The supervisor put away the reports submitted by his subordinates. He was going to lock them in the filing cabinet, but a thought interrupted him. After thinking about it, he threw them into the shredder. After a squeak, they were completely smashed into a pile of paper scraps, and their true colors could no longer be seen.

"Anyway, we've already stepped down." The supervisor said in a relaxed manner, with an indescribable schadenfreude in his voice.

The person on the opposite side let out a sullen laugh from his nose, but he didn't stop him, because the two of them shared the same illness and were both about to leave their jobs.

Now they are unofficial and light, just waiting to be handed over to the guy who takes over the job.

"How's the talk on Stryker's side?" During the boring waiting, the supervisor chatted with the fellow on the sofa about Stryker. He had a great dislike for the doctor, if it wasn't for Stryker It will not cause a backlash from the mutants, nor will I and others become scapegoats and be ousted from power.

"No progress." The man knew quite well about this matter, because it was he who was in charge, and he said it a little indignantly. "The White House on the one hand asked us to strengthen our work, on the other hand, it protected him, and now no one can move him."

"The military can't either. He belongs directly to the Pentagon." The supervisor felt incredible.

"The military can't either." The man answered affirmatively. "The White House, Congress, consortium, Aegis, us, all the forces above and below the table want to compete for him, or simply destroy him, but the problem is that everyone's minds are so urgent that no one wants to surpass others. And the guy's allies are mutants, and now he seems to be in danger. I even guess if he hadn't done those things, he might have been nominated for the first minister of mutant affairs by now. ."

"Dream." The supervisor pouted, then noticed something. "So Congress has decided to pass the deal? The Department of Mutant Affairs?"

"Yes, there is no reason to oppose it. While waging war when the economy is sluggish and employment is lacking is a life-saving medicine, it also depends on who. The sultans of Asia and the dictators of Africa are obviously more than mutants. It is easy to deal with, and the benefits that can be obtained will be even greater—mutants don’t have oil fields.” The man explained to the supervisor in detail.

"Then let's see." The supervisor said angrily, and then asked casually. "What are the mutants doing now?"

"They set up an office near Columbia University in Manhattan."