Marvel World New Magneto

In the lobby on the top floor of the office, the women had been waiting for an hour, but that nasty guy was still wandering outside willfully.

"When will he be willing to come back?" Raven couldn't bear it anymore. Since she replaced Senator Kelly, she has spent a considerable amount of time maintaining the existence of that role, although the Senator has always been stubborn and eccentric. Famous, but prolonged disengagement is always suspicious.

For this reason, she has already fired a round of servants and two assistants, which has given her a rather bad reputation, and the worrying guy is still hanging around outside, and now she is a little annoyed.

"You have to ask her that question." Jean was still sitting on her special throne, floating in the sky like a noble queen, hearing the complaints below and calmly beckoning Mystique to turn her temper to the other side.

Then a third woman appeared in the room.

This pretty lady with beautiful brown hair was Pietro's sister, the eldest daughter of the Maximov family.

This lady is good at spells that distort reality, which can greatly increase the success rate of the experiment. After being discovered by Eric and Qin, she was specially invited to participate in the experiment of soul transformation. Introduce a brand new body.

Now she is waving her hands with embarrassment, as if she has made a huge mistake.

"That..." This young lady who is between a woman and a girl is in the last youthful period of her life, and she feels unspeakably awkward in front of the two imposing women. Looking at him with two eyes at the same time, he involuntarily leaned back, reporting hesitantly. "There's a little problem."

"What's the question?" Ruiwen immediately asked loudly, her eyebrows raised on her charming face, and she immediately became full of murderous aura.She has seen too many worlds, and has come into contact with countless important people.Now he is playing the role of a high-ranking senator, and he has a strong aura of long-term ears and eyes.

Qin didn't speak, and continued to look down condescendingly, but she caused more pressure on the other party than Mystique, when the two personalities merged and successfully echoed with the unknown energy in the universe.Her strength has already approached the veteran powerhouses like Professor and Magneto.Although they are not as good in the fields of mind and magnetism they specialize in, but in terms of overall strength, they are not far from these prestigious predecessors.

So when these two people looked over together, Miss Maximov immediately felt tremendous pressure, and it was indeed her mistake, so the lady shook her head like a frostbite and confessed the truth.

It turned out that the new body Eric had prepared for himself was also his coordinates in the material world. It was the human figure carved by himself. This human figure used the liquid metal material that only existed in another world.And with Eric's blood as a guide.It should have been integrated smoothly, but Wanda only paid attention to one of the conditions when activating the ability - that is liquid metal, and forgot the other one, so Eric's invisible magnetic field was replaced by another one that was closer to him , and also has the existence of liquid metal material to attract.

"So where is he now?" Raven asked with concern.

Wanda timidly pointed to the west side of Manhattan.

***

When Eric's consciousness came, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Now he is like staying in an iron coffin, surrounded by only turbid air and pungent smells, completely lacking the command and control that liquid metal should have.

It is not right to say that there is not at all.Because he felt another small magnetic field greeting him calmly, which was half of the soul of Captain Pocky Curtis.The former Air Force captain died in the Green Goblin attack on space exploration, and was later rescued by Eric and split into two incarnations, and now this man-shaped armor attached to the last test flight before his death is one of them .

The liquid metal distributed to him is less than a quarter of the original robot, and now it is spreading throughout the armor like a spider web, acting as a neural network, and through this large web, the soul can control the armor.

It's too late to correct it now, Wanda's spells can't be restored all the time, and Eric can't wander outside for a long time, it seems that he has to stay here for a few days.He communicated with the will transmitted from the air for a while, and Qin's strength finally retreated. After fighting against the professor, she was also very tired, and now she had to go back to rest.

So just stay for a few days--with your most uninteresting creations in this clunky, dreary metal case.

Feeling this, Eric's head hurts for no reason. Of course, this is just a fantasy, and maybe it is also due to the external environment-a rough big hand is rubbing desperately on the helmet, first grinding it with a grinding wheel, and then It is sandpaper again, as if it is necessary to grind the rough armor into a mirror surface before giving up.

While being rubbed, he also heard a singing-like male voice bragging to others:

"Don't worry, Shirley, old Gilbert's craftsmanship is well-known throughout New York State. I will rub off all the rust on Pocky's suit, and then return it to you beautifully."

This voice is a little hoarse, it sounds a bit like "quack", it is the kind of "duck voice" that people usually call, from his tone, it can be heard that this man is now very interested, and he is like a rooster with his tail open. Show off like a peacock.

There is no doubt that the object he wants to show is close at hand, because a soft and pleasant female voice follows his words naturally.

"Thank you, Mr. Ange." Although he couldn't see the face, Eric had already guessed that the other party was a docile and kind woman by the voice - and she was definitely not ugly. Hearing her voice, Pocky's soul also There were bursts of happy fluctuations, which made him immediately confirm the identity of the woman. "I made some sweet muffins, you can try them when you are tired, and I will put them out first."

Hearing her words, that hateful hand immediately added some force, and the man was refreshed as if he had been injected with ointment, and his speed was doubled, almost making Eric's head dizzy.

"Put it here, just put it here." The man shouted repeatedly, and at the same time took a long breath intoxicated, as if the pungent paint smell in the room did not exist. "Hey, there's chocolate, and it's French. It's my mother's taste! I just like sweet muffins, and I want to smell their scent at work."

Under the yelling of that person, Shirley had to put down her snack, thanked her sincerely again and left.

The sound of her footsteps disappeared outside the door, and the guy surnamed Angers immediately slowed down.Now he can finally catch his breath.His hard-working performance just now made his old body overwhelmed, but his spirit became more and more excited.

"Shirley is such a good woman." The old man Angers praised, and after loudly praising the chest and buttocks of the widow of the Curtis family with a string of weird French that just sounded very obscene, he began to enjoy Taunt the male owner of this house. "Curtis is really lucky. Why didn't I find such a good woman as a wife? But now this kid is dead, and Shirley has to suffer for him."

With a "boom", Anger smashed the mask of the armor heavily to relieve his hatred.Pocky, whose soul is incomplete, naturally did not respond.Eric grinned invisibly.

"Mr. Angers, Pocky's armor is damp and rusty, can you please help me repaint it?"----The old man imitated the tone of the widow.

"Of course no problem. No one in the entire family community knows that Gilbert Jean Angers is an excellent Air Force mechanic with 30 years of experience—quality assurance!" The male duck voice tried to put on a manly look Majestic tone.

Hey--He let out a long breath with unknown meaning, stood up and walked towards the door.

Behind him, Erik quietly dominated the armor, and he wanted to see what kind of scandal this shameless old man wanted to perform.

Sure enough, he saw a wonderful scene.

Gilbert Jean Angers bent down, pouted his buttocks, and sniffed carefully from top to bottom along the door frame Shirley was leaning against.An old wrinkled face flushed with excitement, the nose moving like a hound against the wood.From time to time, he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"Ah----", a sigh with a long ending made the armor almost pimple, and Eric finally resisted the urge to rush over and beat him.

"As expected of Shirley, the elegant and wonderful flower of the community." Her voice trembled as if her soul had been favored by God and ascended to heaven. If she hadn't seen this scene with her own eyes, perhaps outsiders would think that she was an artist obsessed with noble music.

The old man was still not satisfied, he pinched the orchid finger with his dirty hands, and unscrupulously picked up a piece of biscuit and started to chew. The biscuit was soft and sweet with yogurt and baking soda baked into golden yellow, which made him full of praise and satisfaction. A full plate was quickly eaten up by him.

After belching, the old man rubbed his belly, and then remembered that he had promised someone else. The rust on the armor surface was only half removed, and he had to finish it as soon as possible, so he might be able to go to Curtis's house for dinner with a shy face.

The grinding wheel rang again, and the old man thought the noise was disturbing, so he put on headphones to watch TV, and derusted his armor while watching the news.

"The president is dead—a good death, but he was crushed to death by a decorative cross. This must be the gift of the Holy Son. Maybe this kid has already got a place in heaven."

Eric smiled slightly, and the old man continued to comment.

"Fire again, dead people? It's so dry this autumn... Where are the nosy mutants?"

The invisible soul raised eyebrows that did not exist, pretending not to hear.

In the busyness of talking to himself, the work was quickly completed, and now this pair of flying armor was shining with silver, and it was really as intimidating as a knight's armor.

The old man was naturally not afraid. He admired his achievements for a while, then stuffed a ridiculous feather duster between the steel fingers of the armor, and then climbed onto the armor head by himself on a chair, and made a gesture in front of the mirror on the wall. A pair of "old heroes bravely fighting evil armor, superheroes appear in their later years".

After being proud for a while, he fell to the ground again. The old man was already covered in sweat, and it was getting dark. He finally admitted that he couldn't do it anymore, and he could only go here today.

He took two steps outside, preparing to make dinner for himself to fill his stomach, but when he saw the empty plate at the door, he suddenly had another obscene idea.

"Curtis is not tall. I don't know how he usually satisfies Shirley. How about I take a look at him?"

The evil idea was very attractive once it was born. The old man knew that the room was just an iron shell, but he still had a joking idea, and he walked back on tiptoe and stretched out his evil hand towards the waist of the armor.

Then the back of his neck tightened, and his whole body was lifted up by a force. (to be continued~^~)