Marvel World New Magneto

After Christmas, the factory in Boston finally officially opened.

During these days, with the assistance of S.H.I.E.L.D., the old factory area has been reorganized, and the simple housing for resettling immigrants has been basically completed. So Eric invited some friends and local related people to live in Hanke's Accompanied by the announcement of the opening.

"It's really unimaginable that such a simple product can be formed." When Minister Hank spoke on behalf of the mutants, Eric and Nick Fury watched the actual operation process in the factory with their own eyes--Fury saw it with his eyes , Eric moved his fingers to manipulate, and there was no one else--the process was completed soon.

After the temperature dropped, Mr. Director casually picked up a sample and knocked it. The crisp sound echoed in the empty workshop.

"I worked in a steel mill before I was a soldier. At that time, it took at least a whole day to heat a pot of iron. Now the most advanced technology out there uses insulated electrodes to directly melt iron. It takes an hour, but you only use electromagnetic fields to 1 minute, no fossil fuels, no air pollution, energy is free, raw materials are cheap, I really envy your talent, Eric. How much does a ton of scrap steel cost now?" Throw down the sample, Fury Looking at the electromagnetic induction furnace, he asked casually.

"The price on the east coast is around US$270." After making a rough estimate, Eric replied. "Don't you think our profit is too high and want to revise the contract?"

"That way without your students having to do anything, Stan will drive his war machine into my office." He joked at Obaday, and Fury turned his only remaining deep eye. "This is the first time we've met officially, but I don't think we're strangers. Agent Coulson may have expressed S.H.I.E.L.D.'s opinion before, and now I want to reiterate it in person: Eric, we hope to be with you Keep up the good cooperation -- if you can respect this country, respect people who have good intentions for your fellow man, we can be friends."

Same with Coulson.Fury's words were restrained enough that Eric could hear his sincerity, and there was no essential conflict between him and Aegis, so he also expressed his kindness.

"As you can see, everything here is evidence of our willingness to engage with the outside world. I want to tell you through this factory. My countrymen and I have a unique role to play in national security and prosperity. We survive We are on the same continent. We have common interests, not only for the well-being of our own compatriots, but also for the people of the whole country. We purchase goods and services from the outside world, and give back with our own specialties. If evaluated in a fair manner, people It becomes clear that I am trying to find a way of co-existing and cooperating without unhealthy competition, confrontation or conflict."

"I agree with this, so under my leadership. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been cooperating as much as possible-except for that unpleasant time." Fury said in a deep voice.When mentioning his leader, he paused in a very inconspicuous tone.

Eric noticed this, and he nodded curtly.

"Totally understand. Loyalty may be misunderstood, dedication may not be rewarded, and honors are easier to forget than scandals."

"That's what it means." Fury's voice became deeper and deeper, and Eric's words really spoke to his heart. "My father went to war in Europe and fought mad Germans in the trenches of the Marne, my mother told me. He went off a good man and came back maimed. After the war [-]th year. Politicians try to deny compensation to ex-soldiers - patriotism that can be bought and sold is not patriotism - how dare they say such a thing, so my parents and his mates fly the flag and banners demanding reparations or job opportunities headed toward Washington."

"Where were you then?" Eric asked.

"Oh, I think I was on my mother's stroller, sleeping in the family's clothes," Fury says, looking back. "Hundreds and hundreds of people from the suburbs and the countryside came into the city center to protest for a long time and finally get compensation."

"I don't think that would be a satisfactory number." Although he didn't know that period of history, Eric could also guess the shamelessness of politicians.

"People of your age will be amazed when they hear this number." Nick rarely laughed, and there was helplessness and bitterness in his laughter. "In the end, the lords of the congressmen showed their kindness and promised to compensate those who served in the country with one dollar a day, and those who served overseas with $1.25 a day. Among them, fifty dollars were paid at that time, and the remaining dollars were cashed out in 1945."

"Oh!" Knowing how shameless politicians are, Eric still couldn't estimate their lower limit.

"My father called this compensation 'Tombstone Compensation' because many of them died long before the government could pay it. So by the Great Depression of 1932, there was no hope in sight. Legions of veterans began to march on Washington, and again my father and his companions marched along the railroad through city after city, toward Washington."

What happened next didn't need to be explained by Fury, Eric also knew what was waiting for them.

The veterans persisted from May to July, and they were not as noisy as the outside world thought. They kept order and disciplined well, and some people left. In the end, more than 2 people persisted.At this time, it was getting hotter and hotter. From June to July, the weather was getting hotter and hotter. The sanitation of the camp was rapidly deteriorating, and the food supply was becoming increasingly tight. The organizers of the veterans were increasingly worried, but Congress was more worried than them. The politicians in the mountains finally broke out one day.

Instead of recalling the tragic past, Fury remembered the good side first.

"At a time when schools, buses, and movie theaters were still segregated, veterans in camps lived, worked, ate, and played together, regardless of whether they were white or black. It was the first mass racial mixing that I can remember. effort."

Then the tanks rumbled through the streets of the capital for the first time, crashing into the Harmony camp.

"... the street was full of crowds, many with wives and children, but most of them were driven off the street by cavalry, and some soldiers in gas masks threw tear gas at the crowd. The explosion of the tear gas caused multiple fires: these veterans near the armory The tower raised makeshift shelters began to burn...I will never forget that day."

Bowing his head in silent mourning for a moment, Fury touched his black blindfold to make his final conclusion.

"So from then on, I understood that if possible, I must always maintain my value, otherwise I will be abandoned sooner or later."

"Makes sense, Nick. You've got a point." Erik agreed.He couldn't disagree. "Kennedy hopes that people in the world will not always ask what the country has done for individuals, but ask them what they have done for the country. In fact, this sentence is the right way to ask in reverse—many people pay too much for the country, and the country There are too few rewards for truly meritorious ministers, although there are some exceptions. But in most disturbances, the most hurt is often the ordinary people who respond to the call to uphold the law."

"That's right." Fury laughed, his one eye filled with infinite depth and slyness. "So Stark said well, if you want not to be bullied, you have to use a thicker stick than others."

"What kind of stick do you want?" Eric asked with a faint smile.

"The wooden stick may break, and the iron rod may be taken away. Only the arm of a friend is the most reliable support." Fury stared at the mutant leader and said slowly.

"Then let us become two parallel lines, maintaining a tacit understanding and distance." Eric finished in the same tone.A large black hand stretched out from the opposite side.

When the two big men exchanged views.The speeches between Hank and the mayor of Boston finally came to an end. About [-] guests walked into the production area led by John and others. The workers demonstrated several times as Eric demonstrated to Fury just now. The whole process was simple and efficient. , especially its cleanliness left a deep impression on the guests.

Without the help of S.H.I.E.L.D., the relevant procedures would definitely not be passed so quickly, but if the conditions are not met, even with the help of the White House.Eric also never thought of building a factory next to this city that prides itself on Athens, the United States and the center of the universe.

As the contented guests depart, the journalists disappear beyond the walls.Now there is no need to hide anymore.

Eric started to talk to the compatriots who had settled here. Facing the fiery eyes, he walked into these men, women, old and young, and everyone gathered together, shaking hands and chatting with him, trying to express their inner feelings. gratitude.

"My children." Holding a two or three-year-old child in his left hand, Eric called the people around him like this, and no one objected to him using this word to call himself. "Since the beginning of this country, we have completely owned a piece of land of our own for the first time. There is no fear, no shame, and we can live with our compatriots at ease. When I saw you last time, I still I feel sorry for everyone's downfall, but this time I came back, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my brothers and sisters have taken on a new look. Although our houses are still simple, there are plants and flowers on the window sills. I can see from the green that represents life. Our future prospects are endless."

"When we were stable, there were still many compatriots on this continent who were suffering. I am willing to pay any price to help them, so that they can live as safe and dignified as us. From the day I became conscious, I have We are proud of our talents, the same noble blood flows in our veins, and we have a common name. Maybe we are not recognized by the world now, but when we unite and work together, one day we can let the whole world listen To our voices. We are trading the pain and sacrifice of this generation for the glory of future generations!"

As soon as his voice fell, excited people rushed forward and lifted him up.

"Glory! Glory! Glory!"

No matter young or old, everyone shouted this intoxicating vocabulary like crazy. People raised their hands high above their heads and waved their fists to the sky. This land instantly turned into a wave of frenzy. The chests of the mutants were burning, and huge sound waves rose from their hearts, and were transmitted to the outside of the body through the vocal cords, forming a shocking force.

"This is..." Outside the crowd, Bobby froze for a moment, but raised his hand involuntarily. In this suffocating atmosphere, the always calm Iceman couldn't help himself.

"This is my hero, my father!" John's eyes burst into unprecedented light, and he led his companions into the frenzied crowd.

Excited cheers resounded through the sky. More than 2000 people gathered in this remote factory area far away from the city and roared for the turning point of the fate of the race. Even the ignorant teenagers and the old man with white hair shed tears, and the young people even yelled unscrupulously. , Shouting.Looking at the noisy crowd, a long sigh came from the corner of the factory. (to be continued~^~)