Marvel World New Magneto

Before His Excellency the Minister issued this high opinion, someone in another secret base had already obtained more detailed information than the person in charge of the research institute.

Below a red octopus-shaped skull and snake feet logo, a man wearing a monocle was sitting on a chair and reading the report. After a while, he finished reading it, and threw it away, and asked respectfully to the person standing beside him. .

"How did you explain it over there?"

The man standing responded immediately: "They pushed the matter to the Pentagon."

The monocle snorted from his nose.

"Time is really a weapon to kill the will. I didn't expect this general to become a slick old bureaucrat, so what are your conclusions? I hope you don't follow the way there, it will make me very disappointed."

His words made his men hesitate.

"Your Excellency, we tend to be mutants, who have always been the biggest variable in our plans."

"Which mutant? The one inside the prison, the one outside, or the little one in the academy, is there a definite answer?" The monocle man was not satisfied with his subordinate's answer, but from his words it was clear It was found that he knew more than the head of the research institute, and that Lorna's existence did not escape his attention.

It was even more difficult for his subordinates to hear the question from the boss. This thing was really strange. It seemed that there was a ghost commanding the armor. Those movements were precise, quick in response, and incredible The behavior really seems to be the work of a ghost, otherwise there is no reason to explain it.But the problem is that he understands that his boss is a person who ignores ghosts and spirits, and this statement can never be accepted.And it won't work in other ways. Maybe the military can pass the buck off, but he doesn't have the courage: the organization is by no means a charitable organization, and if he makes a small mistake, he may be finished.

The subordinates were nervous for a while, and finally gritted their teeth and replied, "Maybe it was done by a third party. Max Eisenhardt is under our monitoring at any time. The peak power output outside is much lower than his, the little girl is lower, and theirs The distance is too far. If they could do this, they would have rushed in and killed us. So we can only maintain this view. After all, there are many mutants outside our observation range." He had to make it. Judgments similar to those of the military.During this time, he mentioned Magneto's little-known real name, and pointed out the weaknesses of Eric and Lorna. Although his tone was flattering, his boss didn't care. Maybe he just didn't want to be deceived by his subordinates. No, it doesn't really matter.

The single-lens man nodded, but did not fully agree with his subordinate's opinion. He planned to use this to further consolidate his majesty.

"I can accept your explanation with reservations, but don't underestimate mutants. We have some knowledge of them, but we know almost nothing about mind control and magnetism, and we can only make superficial judgments from superficial phenomena. Even Even William Stryker and Bolivar Trask know better than we do, and they—" Speaking of these two people, the man gave his subordinate a cold look and continued: "—— And they couldn't be used by me because of your rejection, so we can't draw a conclusion on this." The subordinate bent down deeply and dared not look at each other, his body trembling as if being blown by the north wind.

Fortunately, the man did not pursue further investigations, and talked on his own.

"Except for the guy who died in the Cuban crisis in 1962, it's hard for us to get to the bottom of these people. I want you to keep watching, don't let go of any clues. I have a hunch that it's still going to come, unless it's really The ghost is haunting, otherwise the person behind the scenes will always appear in front of us."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, walked to a globe, and flipped it around to make it spin quickly.

"Neither mutants nor ghosts can stop us, we are destined to dominate this planet."

"Long live the Hydra!" The subordinates stopped working one after another and shouted in a conditioned reflex.

When the outside world was talking about it, Eric never went out. He claimed that he was continuing the unfinished decoration work, but he was actually observing the Captain Pocky in the spiritual world.

After the last time through Qin's body, he came into contact with that mysterious and great being in the universe, and his abilities have undergone some subtle changes.Instead of making him stronger, this change made him sharper.Just like a person who only knew black and white in the past, was suddenly enlightened by a miracle and realized that there are still many colors in the world, so those small changes and subtle fluctuations can no longer escape his eyes, and he can enter and exit the magnetic force at will. Kingdom, and expanded his territory to a wider area.

Captain Curtis's Soul Magnetic Field is a serendipitous discovery from this advancement.

It is a pity that not everyone has the stable fluctuations that he had in his lifetime, and his soul was too damaged. It even shattered into two parts, one with strong emotional fluctuations, and the other with a stable and weak spiritual core.Neither side can be called an independent and complete soul.

There was absolutely nothing Eric could do about it, he could only take care not to let them dissipate.

The side with strong fluctuations is better. Although it is water without source, with the power of Eric, even if it is full of hostility, it is relatively active, while the other side is more troublesome, except that Eric is in his mind. It no longer responds to any other change, except for a little stimuli in the drawing of his wife and daughter.

Maybe there will eventually be two personalities, one violent and fierce, the other absolutely indifferent.

That's not a bad thing though, Eric found a suitable use for them.

The violent one can continue to play the role of the ghost robot, often haunting outside, and many things that are inconvenient for him and his students to do can be done with fake hands, so that even the professor is difficult to detect.

The indifferent side is like a piece of white paper at the mercy of Eric. When he inputs his power, his mark is left on this piece of white paper, like a semi-independent avatar, through an extremely secret bond with the Eric's minds are connected.In time, it could become another trump card for Eric.

Maybe it can carry on its past identity and bring unexpected benefits to itself with the new life of a deceased person.

Eric stared at them for a while, exiting the mental space.

He needed to travel far and wide to get the two boys a coat that fit.

Two days later, he came back, no one knew that he had been to another world, and after a lot of tricks, he finally caught a smuggler from a future world, a robot that was trying to destroy humanity, the guard Ben Parker thought He went to the academy, and now seeing Eric's figure, he hurried out to open the door for him.

"Mr. Eric, are you back?" Ben asked diligently, he was rescued by Eric, and he was very grateful to him.

"Hello Ben," Eric greeted the old man with a smile. "You look good."

"Thanks to you, I have a leisurely life." Ban Xinran replied, and Eric asked casually when he saw that he was still holding a newspaper in his hand.

"Is there any news recently? I went back to the college and felt like I was in the countryside. Although it was quiet and peaceful, the news was blocked. I don't know if there is anything new recently."

"Nothing special, just trivial things," Ben replied. "I've been talking about the ghost armor in Western New York for the past few days, and I don't know if it's true, and it's not good news that only Columbia University has a little trouble."

Eric took the newspaper from Ben, and as he said, there was nothing worth mentioning.

Only one thing caught his attention, and that was a wanted notice.

Lancer Valentine, a young but withdrawn genius metallurgist at Columbia University who is on the run after killing two colleagues in a spat.

If I remember correctly, Eric had just met this man on a nearby bench. The genius scientist was so bold that he would walk around under the nose of the policeman after putting on makeup. Unfortunately, he couldn't hide it from Eric. Rick's eyes, this is a godsend.

"I think it will like this identity, Mr. Valentine." Eric stared at the melancholy face in the newspaper and said in a low voice, just as he was about to go upstairs, Ben clapped his head and remembered something, and hurriedly stopped took him.

"The day before yesterday, Harry's father, Mr. Norman Osborn, sent an invitation to invite you to attend his reception this evening. Because I can't reach you, I have the opportunity to give it to you now. I don't know if it is too much. Late, please don't forget."

Ban said, and handed over an invitation.

Eric thanked him and walked to the top floor, ignoring the invitation, and first let the robot out of his watch.

As soon as this handsome robot with the appearance of a policeman appeared, he rushed towards Eric. His memory was still at the moment before he was captured, and he did not understand how helpless liquid metal was to a magnetic manipulator like Eric. .

He quickly understood this.

Eric stretched out his hands to each side, and the robot opposite seemed to be held in mid-air by two invisible giant hands, and then tore it apart from the middle. The squeaking of the metal, the sharp and piercing feeling like it was carved on glass, made the teeth feel sore.

The robot howled loudly, and the sound echoed in the closed roof hall. Although there was no pain, his surface imitation mechanism allowed him to simulate human instincts well, until a little silver flash appeared in the crack on the top of his head. shiny metal.

Then with a hiss, the whole body cracked open, his bones broke free from the silver muscles and wanted to stab him, but how could Eric let him do so, with a gentle scolding, the machine bones were like half-hot soft wax He fell to the ground the same, struggling more and more slowly, until it turned into a pool of mercury-like liquid and kept rolling on the ground.

Eric put away half of the silver liquid, took out a small pink ball, and gently put it into the liquid on the ground.

The ball trembled slightly, like some kind of weak animal embryo, but when it came into contact with the pool of liquid, it suddenly became excited, its round body trembled, and the speed became faster and faster, and the immersed liquid also decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye. , until it is completely exhausted.

After drinking the last bit of liquid, the ball burped contentedly. Now it looks like a white fat meat ball. If Eric hadn't put that violent and manic soul fragment into it, he would be a little uncomfortable now. I can't believe it's this guy.

After sensing outside the building, a fugitive dressed as a homeless man was still there, Eric smiled, pointed the newspaper to the meat ball, and opened the window.

Before long, a new ghost will be born.

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