Marvel World New Magneto

A gust of wind blew up, and the leaves swirled and fell slowly. Before it could return to the ground, Pietro came in with two men in his arms.

"It turned out that they were hiding in a nearby car." Pietro happily threw them on the floor of the conference room after winning the battle for the first time.

These two people now have newspapers stuffed in their mouths, and their limbs are tightly bound by their own ties. The clothing that was originally of excellent quality has now become an insurmountable rope. The two strong white men twisted in an ugly posture, They hadn't recovered from the dizziness of speeding, and they couldn't spit out the acidic water in their stomach bags. They were choked and rolled their eyes for a while, and it took a while to catch their breath.

"Did anyone see your actions?" Eric asked casually, looking at the two people.

"There's no one around." Pietro shrugged, he had absolute confidence in his skills.

"That means no one knows that they have come to me." Eric murmured in a low voice, his tone was a bit wrong, the two people couldn't help but looked at each other, and immediately struggled desperately.

But Pietro held the two people down in time. Although he is not good at strength, he is a mutant who surpasses ordinary people after all. His hands are quite strong. Holding the necks of the two people is like pinching two helpless chickens. It also makes them have no power to fight back.

At this moment, he was still unknowingly saying a wisecrack: "Unless the car can speak, I guarantee that no one will know where they went."

"Yes, I believe." Eric smiled strangely, and bent down to look at the two people. "It's close to Bear Mountain State Park. I remember there was a small lake not far away. Maybe their superiors thought they were taken away by a water monster in the lake. Do you think so?"

"Uh, isn't that good?" Pietro finally realized something was wrong, and he replied nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

"Erich Remarque said that the death of one person is a tragedy. The death of one million people is just a statistic. The number of missing people in this country is as high as 100 people every day, and last year it broke through the 300 mark. Two more people seem like nothing, maybe they just made it to one million. You see, this sentence is just for them. So what are we waiting for?"

The two screamed wildly.They couldn't speak, so they bumped around on the ground, their faces were flushed, tears and snot were running all over their faces.

Pietro was also dumbfounded, he hadn't thought about facing such a situation, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

Then he heard Eric's order.

"You mean, slap them?" Pietro hurriedly grabbed the two of them.At the same time, confirm the opinion with Eric.After getting the reply, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.Although slapping is an unacceptable thing, it is nothing compared to killing these two hapless ghosts.

Now even these two people have relaxed, they don't care about the pain they are about to suffer, as long as they don't lose their lives, they can do whatever they want.

But judging by the way they wriggled their jaws vigorously, they must have something to say.

Pietro reminds Eric of this, but Eric has his own opinion.

"Reserve, Pietro." Eric smiled and leaned on the table watching them. "Ancient jurists had this view. Any answer that is not obtained through torture is an unreliable answer. I have always agreed with this."

"Okay." Eric's words seemed to make sense.Pietro was speechless, so he raised his hand.

In the panicked eyes of the two men, there were two crisp sounds.

"No, it's not right." Eric was not satisfied, he made gestures. "Slapping people is like a general commanding a war. It is an art worthy of deep exploration. During the Renaissance, a brilliant artist can use his skills to enter the halls of cardinals and dukes, and the same The truth is, if you can master the mysteries of slapping, you can instantly take an adult back to the time of a baby with a pacifier, and they will stop thinking, confess everything to you without reservation, and let you do whatever you want."

"Sounds like the power of the zither." Pietro pressed the two men, shrugged at the same time, but two slaps actually made him feel hot all over his body, as if he had experienced a full-scale battle.

"Well said, it seems that you have grasped the fundamental principles, but you still lack practice." Eric approved, making a "please" gesture, and Pietro lowered his head again to look at his prisoner.

Looking at it now, the faces of these two people seem to be a little rounder.

"Oh, I really don't want to do this, but who told him to be the boss?" Pietro said apologetically, and raised his hand again.

This time the two people cried loudly. Although Pietro's hand did not exert too much strength, their conversation made the two people tremble with fear. Unfortunately, the suffering has not passed, so they still have to pay for their own Behavior suffers.

"No, no." Eric shook his head again and again. He was determined to completely destroy the will of these two people, and by the way, give the kind-hearted Pietro an unforgettable social practice lesson. "Wave your hands with boldness, and your movements with determination."

He spoke loudly, criticizing Pietro to lower and lower his head.

"A simple reprimand is enough to make the conscience of 60% of people flinch - but please note that the people mentioned here are well-educated and civilized people, and these people are bent on instigating a conspiracy to take us away. The last savage of possessions can only talk to savages in a way they can understand."

"Barbarians?" Pietro said to himself. He looked at the two people under his hand. Although they were not well dressed, they were still in suits and ties before. Now that they were suddenly redefined, his mind became confused.

Eric sensitively noticed that Pietro's eyes fell below, it seems that the young man still needs a little motivation.

So he opened the mini bar in the meeting room, took out the champagne used to celebrate the successful signing of the contract, and took out two glasses by the way, one of which was handed to Pietro, who accompanied him to taste slowly.

Between them are two guys kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly. They were assigned by their superiors to stir up troubles in the trade union. People are so scary.

Admire their contorted faces.Eric's voice echoed leisurely in the conference room.

"In ancient times, barbarians were alien races who wore animal skins and held wooden sticks, plundered everywhere without production; in the Middle Ages, this word had a new interpretation, even if they were dressed in style. They had superb skills and gentle characters. Those who did not believe in The people of Christ are still relegated to the category of barbarians. In modern times the name has suddenly disappeared from our world, and those who still wear animal skins are called natives, and the latter are called foreigners or minorities .No matter what their name is, as long as they are in this country, they will be respected at least on the surface. There is only one kind of exception."

"There is only one exception. They are a branch of human beings, and they are equally ancient. Perhaps Noah's Ark did not clearly assign them seats. But the Creator undoubtedly poured more favor on these people. They are us. Mutants .”

Having said that, Eric's eyes turned to Pietro. They were a pair of fiery eyes. Pietro's heart suddenly rose, and he felt a little parched.

Eric's voice continued, his momentum became more and more compelling, and the voice also fell on Pietro's heart like a drum of war, beating his blood.

"We are the ones truly favored by the Creator. We are the most undisputed heirs of this land, but we are such great mutants. But we have to submit to the will of ordinary people like herbivores. How inconceivable it is ,Compared with us, I call these guys who wear expensive dresses but are used to trampling on other people's interests wantonly called barbarians. To deal with barbarians, you can only use their own language. In their world, a slap is everyone Hard currency that everyone can understand."

"What do you think, Pietro, carry out your mission quickly."

Eric urged loudly, and his will was baked into the young man's heart along with his voice.The silver-haired young man recalled the days when he was persecuted in Europe. Those experiences of being humiliated, hostile and driven out flashed before his eyes, like a blazing fire roasting his heart and making his head hot.Soon Pietro gritted his teeth and raised his palm.

The palm wind whistled.

***

Back at the office, Pietro still had that pensive expression, which is undoubtedly incredible to those who know him well.

After so many days of contact, everyone now knows that this is a big boy with no scheming and enthusiasm, but the usual frivolity on his face has disappeared, replaced by an indescribable tranquility.

"Oh my God, what did you do to Pietro?" Ororo was dumbfounded. She and Wanda had a very good relationship. Of course, she would be concerned when she saw the changes in her brother.

"I think he was shocked." Eric said with a smile. Hearing such words, Ororo immediately remembered his wild words that day. It seemed that this person liked to surprise people suddenly in a state of being caught off guard.

She punched Eric angrily, and chased after Wanda, who was worried.

It was late at night, Eric was still in his hall, when suddenly the door was pushed open from the outside and Pietro walked in.

"Why stop me?" His eye circles were darkened, and it seemed that he hadn't rested.

"Can't it?" Eric didn't look up and continued to work.

"I thought you said a lot of things just to see me hit someone." Pietro is not a fool, he roughly guessed some, but the subsequent development exceeded his expectations, and it was the last block, which prevented his hand from falling. When it fell on someone else's face, he seemed to have crossed a psychological defense line at that moment, but when he thought about it again, he still seemed to be in the past.

"Raise your hand and let it fall--this is courage; raise your hand and don't let it fall--this is also courage. Killing is like slapping, it is an act of a moment. Human beings are not friendly, for your fellow man And sister, I hope you grow into a man, but now is not the time for you to cross the line, I just hope you can understand the real side of this world." Under the dim light, Eric opened another page .

Pietro seemed to understand a little bit, but Eric didn't explain further, he waved the young man out.

"But why is this? Don't you want me to be your subordinate?" If Eric said that directly, Pietro's character might not be willing, but after all this, he has a feeling of being ignored sad.

"Are you willing?" Eric asked casually.

"I won't change it to someone else." Pietro hesitated and replied.

"Let's wait and see." Eric finally raised his head, opened an atlas, and read out a name.

"Eastern Power Grid Corporation." (To be continued~^~)