Marvel World New Magneto

"Where is the target?" A young man walked into the monitoring room and asked his companion on another building ten feet away from the office building.

"It's still at the original location. According to Coulson's recollection, it was his desk." The colleague was about 40 years old, not tall or short, and was wearing a coat and sitting in front of the monitoring equipment to observe the screen. He replied without looking back.

These two people have one thing in common, that is, their appearance is very featureless. If you pass them by on the street but don't remember their clothing style, you may not recognize them when you look back.

Now they are using a special magnetic field monitor to determine the target's position. According to the height of the floor, it should be the floor exclusively occupied by the mutant leader. A bright magnetic field on the screen represents the existence of the new Magneto.For two hours he remained there without moving.

"His patience is really good. I finished my meal, but he was still sitting there." The young detective couldn't help clicking his tongue. In fact, he not only had lunch, but also took time to read the newspaper to relax his nerves.

However, his colleagues did not blame him. Although field missions have always been meticulous, monitoring missions require patience, especially when facing dangerous people with superpowers. This is especially important. In order to relieve pressure, everyone has their own way to relax.

So he didn't say anything, after recording the time and location, he reminded the successor again, and he left this anxious place.

When the door was gently closed, only the young detective was left in the monitoring room. He stared blankly at the screen for a while, and made a shooting gesture with his fingers to aim at the target's magnetic field and shoot again and again.

"Damn mutant monster, why don't you rest, why don't you die, why do you have to show up. I can only stay here now." The young agent was full of resentment for continuing to stick to a fixed post. After cursing a few words softly, he gave the imaginary target a hard blow. "Go to hell and score!"

He was having fun alone in his room, completely unaware that while he was observing others.His every move was also taken into the eyes of the target.

Hovering slowly in the air.Erik opened his eyes, and now a clear human figure appeared on the hall floor.

The red ones are human figures, and the blue ones are instruments and rooms. He got inspiration from the Predator's auxiliary tools, and built a holographic model of the monitoring room in the opposite building based on body temperature and magnetic radiation. The device is much clearer.

There is a piece of metal on the desk next to it, and Eric has poured his power into it, and the magnetic field seen by the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents comes from it.And the fluctuations that arise in the more subtle realms.They don't know anything.

Not just Aegis, as long as Eric is willing, every surveillance site around him is under his control, just wave his hand lightly, or spit out a murderous note, those poor agents will be silent Passed away in a hurry.

Fortunately, so far, the means adopted by various intelligence agencies have not exceeded Eric's acceptable limit, so he only responded in a confused way.If one day these guys dare to cross the line, what awaits them will be a severe blow.

But before that day comes.They can still do what they think is right.

On the other side of the hall is an electromagnetic induction furnace, which is Eric's design and was specially invented for the factory of the future.

In the history of steel production, the dominant steelmaking methods are open hearth furnace, converter and electric arc furnace. With the advancement of technology, the open hearth furnace has been completely eliminated. Converter steelmaking and electric furnace steelmaking are dominant in steel production. Induction furnace steelmaking It is also a kind of steelmaking method. This method is based on the induction heat melting material generated by the induction between the electromagnetic field and the furnace charge.

Compared with external steelmaking equipment, Eric's induction furnace is an epoch-making super smelting equipment. His unique talent gave him a very special understanding of magnetism, and his invention far surpassed those that could only be used as small castings. It is not a dream to melt a large amount of steel or other metal materials. Its production speed is faster, the operation is easier, and the operation time is shorter. Zoom in and add a few tweaks, and a powerful smelting machine is born.

When it taps into Dr. Otto's powerful energy, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s order won't be a problem.

Although Eric doesn't care about money, he has made up his mind to step on the shoulders of Obaday and S.H.I.E.L.D. to make himself reappear.

He's going to be more than just a superhero, he's going to be a corporate mogul with more influence before he can do more.

But before that, he still needs to make some personnel adjustments.

"MJ", Eric called out the abbreviation of Miss Secretary's name kindly, and called her to his side. "I have an idea that I need to hear from you."

The blond female secretary came over and stared at him quietly: "Is it about me?"

Eric nodded, he wanted to send the lady to some training.

"I agree." The girl agreed without hesitation, without even asking what the employer wanted her to do. "As long as it's your arrangement, I have no objection."

Her attitude surprised Eric a little. In his impression, Miss Secretary was not a very talkative person.

"Because of Harry?" He wondered if John's speech in the conference room had bothered her boyfriend. "Don't worry about me withdrawing my support for him. If one day he has to return to Osborne Industries, we will also part in a peaceful atmosphere."

Mary Jane shook her head with a smile.

"Although we have broken up, I'm still very happy to hear your explanation."

"So, would you like to receive a period of management training from Miss Pepper, the executive officer of Stark Industries?" Eric asked tentatively.

"Can I come back in the future?" The girl didn't answer, but asked another question.

"Of course." Eric nodded. "This is your home if you want to."

The word "home" made the secretary laugh. There was an indescribable resentment in her smile, and Eric suddenly seemed to understand something.

"For a small town girl who goes to a public school, this has exceeded her life expectations." Mary Jane said softly. "My original dream was just to be an actor, one day to be on Broadway and perform in front of thousands of audiences. Before I came here, I never dreamed that I could enter the business world and deal with big people."

"I can understand, if you really don't want to..." Before Eric finished speaking, the secretary came over, and then pressed a warm finger on his lips to stop him from speaking.

"For you, I am willing." The girl said softly, the affection in her eyes could no longer be stopped.

Eric felt the heat on his lips, and pressed Mary Jane's shoulders to gently separate her soft body.

"You're a good girl." He whispered, with a tone of refusal in his words.

"No, I'm not." Mary Jane laughed. "I'm superficial, I love vanity, but I just like you."

Hugging him hard, the secretary stepped back.

"If one day you see my results, please remember that I did it for you." The girl stared at him while retreating to the door.

When her figure was cut off by the door of the hall, Eric suddenly felt an indescribable melancholy.

Now he feels that he is getting more and more restrained, like a silkworm in spring persistently spinning out silk threads, wrapping him tighter and tighter with these fragile and fine silk.

If he was just a wandering passer-by when he first came to this world, now he has been deeply immersed in the new world and has truly become an inseparable member of it.

"Home?" Eric savored the word slowly, and then he realized that he had replaced his original relatives with the appearance of young people and girls.

The three worlds seemed to overlap at this moment. From the place where he was born, through the space of the main god, to today's world, three different lives suddenly resonated in a certain way. It is also inevitable to panic.

Involuntarily touched the place where his fingers pressed, the temperature on his lips seemed to remain in place, Eric sat down for a while, and he didn't know how long it took to recover from this state.

The sky was already dim, and the days of this season were getting shorter and shorter. He restarted the suspension seat and projected power to a distant place with the help of the augmentation tool.

At the base in Canada, Warren was looking at a photo of his daughter, and Christina's childish face seemed to be still in front of him.

In order to follow Colonel Stryker like his father, Warren tried every means to ask his daughter for help, but the shameful conspiracy failed in the end. The mutant leader spared everyone for his daughter's sake, and hoped that he would be equally tolerant towards Christina.

Warren was meditating when someone called him out suddenly. When he walked to Stryker, the fat man was concentrating on observing a metal plate.

The metal plate, the size of a 50-inch TV screen, is slowly changing. At first it was blurred like melted wax, and gradually turned into a familiar face. When that person appeared, Warren felt the body of his old boss. Quietly tense.

Over the distance of 450 miles, Eric looked at the people below with no expression on his face, and gave them the order of the first important mission.

Calling out a few names indifferently, Stryker memorized them firmly, and soon there will be a bone-piercing cold wave hitting them. (to be continued~^~)