Marvel World New Magneto

South of St. John's, the largest city in New Brunswick, eastern Canada, there is a hidden base adjacent to the bay.

This place was originally a cemetery of retired warships. Although there is no majestic aircraft carrier, there are some large submarines built in the later period of the war parked here.They used to be very beautiful and participated in the US Navy's war against the Nazis. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The war came to an end after less than a year of service. They no longer have to brave the threat of torpedoes and bombardment to drive around enemy ships. , but also did not have a precious opportunity to prove his glory.

With the fall of the Iron Curtain and the advent of the Cold War era, their little brothers soon jumped onto the stage again. When the new forces showed off their muscles and came to the stage, the original predecessors were no longer there, so they had no choice but to be sent to this remote place. A corner of the world, soaked in the waters of death, gradually withers and rusts.

Over the past few decades, there have been several visits to this place, the most recent being in the distant [-] Cuban Missile Crisis.Just as the crisis passed quickly, military personnel also came and went, leaving no traces except a line of footprints on the thick dust.

Since then, the cemetery, like many other small secret bases, has been completely forgotten, and the submarines have accepted their fate and swallowed their last breath in almost eternal silence.

Since then, this place has become a real cemetery. It is completely isolated from the civilized world. No matter how the outside world changes, it can never affect this place.

Until recently, some people suddenly found this cemetery. Without attracting anyone's attention, they reused it, switched on the power supply, and installed a small seawater desalination device. The empty warehouse was filled with supplies for the first time. .Some staff members then moved in here.

"Mr. Maximov?" The dwarf scientist wearing glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle shouted Pietro's name. The silver-haired young man turned his head for a look, and then disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was behind the dwarf.

"Dr. Trask, what do you need me to do?" Pietro asked flatly.He had heard Eric say about Trask.Although he knew that this gentleman could only follow them, he still didn't have a good face.

Trask turned quickly and described his request to Pietro with a humble smile.

The long prison life destroyed his arrogance, and Bolivar Trask was no longer the owner of that large industrial company.When he was released from prison, he was almost penniless, only a little personal property that he kept when he was in prison. The company with the same surname had already gone bankrupt and liquidated due to accidents decades ago, and the essence of it was taken by another big company, Stark. Industry takes it.The rest are shared with more people.Many people, including the former subordinate Stryker, benefited from his downfall, so when he was released from prison, he could only be hired by Hydra, endured discrimination from others, and started his own career in reprimand and hostility. Research.

Hostility was fine, since Trask seldom felt kindness anyway.

What he can't stand is discrimination!In the mind of the dwarf, there is a special sensitivity to this.

Even the mutants didn't do this to me—Trask roared in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak his heart out.

Hydra is not easy to mess with.

Every time I see the playful eyes of the Nazi remnants or even public insults.He could only walk away silently, as if he didn't see it.These damned social Darwinists have racism into all areas of life, and the gnome scientists feel their malice almost all the time.

If it weren't for the era when modern scientific research has already entered the era of fine and clear division of labor, he would prefer to go into the dark basement to work silently, and then slap those guys in the face when the results appear.

It's a pity that there is no such possibility. What Hydra wants is his mind and his knowledge of mutants, not a lonely and comfortable scientist, so Mr. Bolivar can only act like a man who sells his strength. Like a dock porter who eats food, he spends his time communicating with his mediocre and stubborn assistant, and then reluctantly directs lower-level researchers to assist in his work through him.

This kind of life is really shameful. Every time he thinks of the whispers behind his back and the undisguised eyes in front of him, Trask has the urge to die with the descendants of the Nazis...Of course, this is just his own thinking.

If Dr. Trask can live with the clutter and chaos of tenements, musty, smelly blankets, and cockroaches and rats crawling all over the place, why can't he live with the whims of the moment?

So the doctor wisely dispelled all dissatisfaction thoughts, silently recorded all the cold reception he suffered, and then devoted himself to the study of mutants with greater enthusiasm.

He hopes to gain attention with his talent.

And then... he met Eric.

"Uh..." During the conversation, Trask suddenly felt a chill for no reason, and pressed his scalp tightly.

"Doctor, doctor?" Pietro looked at him suspiciously, his eyes full of puzzlement.

If it's cold, shouldn't you hug your arms tightly, why should you protect your head?

"No, it's nothing..." Trask's pale old face twitched a few times in embarrassment, and changed the topic to the original place.

He wouldn't tell anyone that the great scientist Mr. Bolivar wet his pants when Erik threatened him with the brain incubator.

Fortunately, these are all in the past, it is not too late to correct the mistakes, and Trask's life has entered a new chapter.

He is better able to face the reality than Stryker, the former underling who failed to live up to expectations. When he made a choice, the doctor's attitude immediately took a comprehensive and sharp turn, and then devoted himself to making up for the past with a hundredfold enthusiasm. Now He is Eric's most loyal believer, serving wholeheartedly for the rise of mutants.

Of course, there is always a reward for giving, and Eric's promise is also an important reason.

It was because of this carrot hanging on his head that Trask worked hard to find this base, and then assisted Pietro to build this place together.

Most of the people brought by Pietro are carefully selected mutant compatriots. What they have in common is that they are not young, have been treated unfairly, are willing to contribute to their own people, and have a stable family that can be accepted by others. Hold firmly.

In this place, they are the most trustworthy people, all security work and ordinary daily affairs are undertaken by them, and the rest are mostly researchers hired at high prices. They have been restricted by Qin, and there is generally no need to worry about loyalty. .

After communicating with Pietro, Kuaiyin went to preside over the installation work outside the research room, which was handled by Trask.

Panting for a while, the dwarf rested tiredly on the box of the instrument. He was older than the professor and Magneto, and his body was worse than ordinary people. It was not easy to survive until now, so he sat down blankly. After squinting his eyes for a while, he regained his energy.

Not long after, a force descended from the air, and the nearby metal jumped around and wriggled spontaneously for a while, forming a pocket version of Eric.

"Hello, Doctor." Five hundred miles away, Eric asked by remote control of the metal villain. "How is the project going?"

Trask quickly stood up and answered with difficulty: "It went very smoothly, Mr. Pietro helped a lot, and it is expected to be put into use within a week."

"That's good." The little metal man walked a few steps, and then commanded the magnetic force to drag the instrument out of the box. He had used many of the equipment inside, so the installation speed was faster than the people hired by Pietro.

Soon a research room was basically sorted out. As for the external equipment, Trask and Pietro had to work hard together. Now he only needs to focus on the key points.

A pair of silver armor stands upright, it is about six feet high, covered with fine and delicate metal scales, arranged on the outer shell layer by layer like dominoes.

"This is your achievement?" Eric asked calmly, and at the same time felt his strength deeply into it.

"Yes, it can realize the perfect conversion between several fixed capabilities, and the energy loss is lower than 10% for the first time. Mr. Pietro has tried its flight function and is quite satisfied with his evaluation." Trask said complacently. As he said that, seeing that his immediate boss was noncommittal, he quickly changed his tone.

"Of course, there are still many problems. The first is that its adaptive control module cannot achieve general effects for the time being. Except for a few people who can meet the basic activation requirements, more people can barely activate it and it is difficult to use it normally. About this At one point we will redesign and try our best to make it practical."

"Other than that?" Eric asked.

"Another problem is energy conversion. At present, it is still difficult for us to find a way to convert external energy into superpowers. I hope to find a suitable person, preferably a scholar with a deep understanding of energy, to help me. Let’s study together.” Trask suggested that although he has been paying attention to cutting-edge technology after being imprisoned, being imprisoned is imprisoning, and he does not have so many resources for him to use, so he still lags behind the current top scientists in many places, and He really doesn't know much about energy.

Eric knew he was telling the truth, but he had his own opinions.

"Don't just use it as a weapon, doctor." The metal figure said, reaching out to change the armor into another shape. "It is a microscope for spying on different talents, a telescope for infinitely shortening long distances, and an augmentation tool for users to experience the unknown world. Its main mission is to help users quickly improve their abilities. I hope it can play a role The role of inducing ability makes it possible for everyone with ordinary abilities to enter a wider space. Relatively speaking, providing more energy for combat missions is not important at this stage. If you simply use it as a weapon, That would be such a disappointment to me.”

He said lightly, Trask wiped off his sweat, and quickly agreed loudly. (to be continued~^~)

PS: ps Selena didn't really break up, there is something hidden in it, it's just a plot requirement.