Marvel World New Magneto

After entertaining the visitors, Eric went to the top floor alone.He sat on the floating seat, looked at the bright moonlight outside the window and pondered for a while, and then began to execute the predetermined plan.

Maybe I've been too comfortable lately, and that's not good.A peaceful society is like a pool of stagnant water, always keeping away people thousands of miles away. Only in a turbulent situation can the value of mutants be revealed.

Therefore, he is going to put on a good show of the resurrection of the armored robot for people this night.

After thinking about it, the suspended seat took Eric off the ground, and the whole building changed silently, helping him climb the peak little by little, waiting for the power to accumulate to the extreme and then suddenly projected into the distance.

Discovery Aerospace, Test Site Six.

This once busy test site is now in ruins, with potholes and destroyed parts scattered everywhere. It was caused by a recent attack that not only destroyed Exploration Aerospace's cutting-edge products, It also sent the company executives and a group of people from the Ministry of Defense to hell.

The incident was very noisy, and it ended in a rush. An invisible force pushed the matter down. The public didn't even have time to pay attention, and was attracted by the mutant hearing.

But after all, many people have died, and their families will not come out of grief so quickly, especially the innocent test pilot, his beloved wife is even more distressed.

At this moment, she was wearing black clothes, ignoring the mud on the ground and kneeling in front of the broken armor for a long time, sobbing in a low voice.

"Let's go, ma'am." An old soldier standing behind the woman sighed helplessly. "Captain Curtis is a good soldier and we are sad to lose him."

His words were difficult to convince the widow, because her heart was not only sad, but also resentful that she could not avenge her husband.

"It's enough for me to be sad. I just hope that you can bring the gangsters to justice." Mrs. Curtis said in a trembling voice, holding back her tears.

Her request was reasonable, but unfortunately the old soldier couldn't do it.

"There is no evidence that Osborn planned this attack. They have encountered similar incidents before, probably by other hostile forces." The old soldier sighed.

When Mrs. Curtis heard him say that, she couldn't help but be confused.She is just an ordinary housewife with no superb knowledge. She can hear things about Osborn. Now that she hears the explanation of her husband's former boss, she just feels that there are shady things everywhere, and she doesn't know who to believe.She couldn't help sobbing again when she thought that there was no one to rely on from now on, and she didn't know what kind of difficulties she would face in the future.

"Let's go, ma'am." The old soldier patiently persuaded again. "The disaster has happened, we always have to face it, and everything will pass."

"My husband is here, where do you want me to go?" Despite that, Mrs. Curtis finally stood up with the help of the old soldier.

"You still have a daughter, and she needs you more." The old soldier could only impress her with his children.

"Let me take another look at Pocky." Mrs. Curtis pushed the old soldier away and took a deep look at the flying machine that her husband had operated for the last time during his lifetime. She bent down and touched the broken helmet with her smooth forehead. , just like the kiss I do every morning before my husband leaves the house.

The figure gradually disappeared, and a drop of tears with residual warmth remained on the icy helmet.

Now, the sixth test field has returned to darkness, everything seems to have turned into nothingness, and all sounds are far away from this place, as if no one has set foot on it from beginning to end.

In this silence, the armor suddenly trembled, scaring a mouse that was trying to approach it, turning and fleeing.

Then, on the heavily damaged helmet, two small red lights gradually turned on.

Outside the testing ground, the guards were chatting boredly.

"Is this the end of it?" a burly black man asked. "A lot of people died that day. I saw with my own eyes corpses were removed from the observation bunker. No one was intact. It was a tragic scene."

"Can they be worse than the pilots?" the Hispanic guard next to him replied disdainfully. "I heard someone asking where the test pilot was when I got there, and guess what the coroner said—he was everywhere."

This answer was very vivid. The black man thought about the picture in his mind, and immediately felt like he was going to vomit. He quickly pouted and spit out his saliva to relieve the depression in his chest and abdomen.

"Okay, let's talk about something else, let's talk about armor, I heard that the Department of Defense still values ​​it, it can bring a lot of revenue to the company, and hopefully we can get a raise then." The black decided to change the subject, but With limited knowledge, he eventually detoured back to what had happened recently.

"Go dream." The companion teased. "Just that weird guy who looks like a grasshopper..."

"And can fly...", the black man muttered.

"Yeah, I can fly." His companion stretched his voice and let out a snort from his nose. He was about to say something, and then he saw the black man's eyes go straight past him, his eyes widening and his mouth widening. Wide open.

"There are still red lights in the eyes..." The black man said in a dreamy voice, and his companion finally reacted, turning his head sharply, and a huge robot like a grasshopper slowly walked out of the darkness.

"The armor is resurrected." The black man finally spoke his judgment completely. The Hispanic guard screamed and rushed to the table to pull the alarm.

A sharp and shrill voice immediately cut through the calm night sky.

Soon after the alarm was issued, the entire adjacent area was in a commotion, and as the guards were mobilized, various news began to spread out, and the first contact was a nearby high-end residence.

Turn on the small bedside lamp with one hand, then hold down the ringing phone and pull the receiver to him.

"What happened, you have to call me so late." A man was lying sleepily on the bed. He was the person in charge of the Exploration Aerospace Company at this time. He planned to perfunctory, but the next moment he jumped up in shock.

"Impossible!" The man was completely awake, and he shouted loudly, pulling his hair. "There's only one wrecked prototype armor, are you sure you're not talking in your sleep?"

After getting the reply, he froze for a moment, then picked up the microphone again.

"I'll be right here, you go check the other one. Right now!"

This evening, the citizens of the western suburbs of New York found that police cars were passing by like crazy. They flashed their lights and pulled up their sirens to sway across the city, desperately rushing out of the city. The reporters were also very excited when they received the clues, like sharks with blood. They rushed to the test site where the accident had just happened, and soon they felt that the trip was worthwhile.

In the flickering lights, the flying armor that Captain Curtis drove last swayed in front of everyone.

"Back off, back off." The police fired continuously at the broken armor, bullets hit it like raindrops and bounced off again, which had no effect at all, so they could only hide behind the police car for a while.

There were heavy footsteps, and the broken armor followed the fleeing police officers and rushed towards them. The armor was tall and long, and chased the police car in a few steps, then curled up and hit it hard.

No matter how badly damaged the armor was, the armor was as heavy as a long ton. When it let go of the body and smashed it down with force, the police car was immediately crushed. With a sour sound, the police behind the car smashed across the impact. fly out.

"Bang!", "Bang!" With two loud noises in a row, the armor stood up, waving fists and hammering violently, smashing the front of the car into sparks, then kicking away the wreckage of the police car and walking outside.

"What the hell is this?" The sheriff dropped the empty pistol, and asked the head of the aerospace company with cold sweat, but the head of the aerospace company didn't know anything. He had just arrived from home and looked mad. The unarmed man was completely stunned, and it took a long time to react after the sheriff shoved his shoulders desperately.

"Flying armor, it is flying armor." The person in charge replied in a panic.

"Then close it immediately, it will kill all my men!" Hearing the answer, the sheriff was even more annoyed, and he guessed that it was these guys who caused it. If possible, he really wanted to take it out. The gun killed the man first.

"There is no remote control. It needs to be driven by someone. It must be driven by someone inside."

He suddenly remembered the bloody scene, and an indescribable horror flooded his heart.

"He's resurrected, he's resurrected." The person in charge yelled out of his mind, and the sheriff slapped him hard and pushed him to the ground.

Now that the armor has burst out of the police circle, in front of him are media reporters and daring good people.

Under the constant lighting of the flash, the armor waved its steel arm, and a brawny man who was closest to him flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the overturned police car heavily. Red his white shirt.

The armor didn't stop, and immediately grabbed the neck of a man who was trying to escape, and lifted him off the ground.Its power is so great that the man kicked it desperately, but he didn't get any effect. Soon his face turned red, his limbs drooped weakly, and a stinky liquid flowed down the trousers. .By the time the armor dropped him, the man had only half his life left.

The sheriff ran over from a distance and caught the man who was almost strangled to death. Although he has always been known for his strong wrists in the New York police, this save made half of his body paralyzed. Now he is completely awake. This hellish armor is by no means comparable to humans, and he immediately beckoned his subordinates to make way and let the steel demon out.

No more unnecessary casualties, let the military take care of it.While instructing his subordinates to report the situation to the top, he followed behind the armor and shouted loudly at the reporters and civilians to evacuate to both sides.

The crowd parted like a tide, just like Moses parted the Red Sea, the red light on the head of the armor flickered, and the whole body was covered with a faint blue smoke, walking across the path among the crowd in full view.

"Woo--", an indescribable excitement encouraged the manipulator as he passed through the crowd, the armor raised its head, and a huge neigh came from the burnt-out loudspeaker.

The hiss echoed through the night sky long above Western New York.

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