Marvel's Magneto is a good guy

More than two months later, Valentine's Day was approaching, but New York was not giving the couples face, and there was a heavy snowfall.

Eric was sitting in a fast food restaurant, admiring his new appearance in the reflection of the window. Even after watching it for two months, he was still not used to it.

Two months ago, he was injected with the Super Soldier Potion, and his body function returned to its peak, and his appearance also returned to youth with the help of the cold jade bed.

However, the young appearance is not the face of the young version of Magneto that he expected, but based on the young version of Magneto, mixed with an oriental charm, which looks like a mixture of Chinese and Jewish.

For this reason, he went to the New York Temple again and paid a special visit to Gu Yi. Gu Yi conducted a detailed inspection of his body and soul, and concluded that the weight of 21 grams successfully lifted 140 pounds...

Eric expressed doubts about the very unscientific statement, but he could only choose to accept it without a correct explanation.

"Wouldn't this be better?" Gu Yi closed his fan with a smile and pointed to the northwest, "There is Magneto over there. If you look like him when he was young, how do you explain it? Recognize him as your father. ?"

Eric was speechless at once, thinking about it, too. In the Marvel parallel universe, some important characters have peers, and most of the peers have some similarities in appearance.If it is true that they meet the old version of Magneto with the appearance of the young version of Magneto, I am afraid that no one will believe that they are okay.

"That's good, it saves a lot of trouble." Eric touched the beard stubble on his chin, and moved his eyes to the newspaper on the table.

In two months, the electromagnetic pulse storm caused by Eric that day has gradually subsided, and the major forces have not investigated the reason, so the incident can only be archived, and it has become an unsolved case.

Now, newspapers are rushing to report another interesting piece of news.

A nobleman from Europe, Viscount Charles Lansheer, successfully found his long-lost son. In other words, his long-lost son successfully found him. The reward of up to million US dollars was also regretted by many bounty hunters. Withdrew from the sound.

What's even more exciting is that the only two remaining men of the Lanshere family completed the paternity test accompanied by a lawyer, and after confirming that Eric is Charles's biological son, the old viscount was overly excited and hadn't had a meal with his son yet. After a reunion dinner, he was admitted to the hospital and died that night.

Eric Lansheer naturally inherited his old father's title and huge fortune.

This incident was quickly reported by the major media, and became a topic of conversation after dinner. Countless people envied and envied Eric's luck.

"Hey, it's just a little trick. Once it's published in the newspaper, it becomes big news. The spiritual civilization of the New York people still needs to be improved!" Eric sneered and put the newspaper aside, lowered his head and took a sip of Coke, letting out a beautiful sigh. Voice.

Unfortunately, his good mood is destined to not last long. A burly black man walked into the fast food restaurant, patted the snowflakes on his body, ordered food, looked around with the plate, and then locked Eric and walked straight to him.

"Sir, do you mind if I sit here?" The big black man was very familiar, and he was still asking, his buttocks were already glued to the stool.

"I mind very much!" Eric looked at the swarthy face and curled his lips.I'm so unaccustomed!

Who is this big black guy?Famous braised eggs, Nick Fury!At this time, Nick Fury still had a head of hair, which made Eric, who was used to seeing bald bastards, not used to it.

"What? Does this gentleman have any views on black people? Be careful, I will sue you for racism!" Regardless of whether he really minded or not, the long-haired marinated egg opened its bloody mouth and bit off half of the hamburger in one gulp.

"FBI? Or CIA?" Eric moved his plate to the side, fearing that the long-haired braised egg's saliva would fall onto his plate.

"It's the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau! I'm the director of the New York branch, Nick Fury." The long-haired braised egg shrugged, not surprised by Eric's question.

"What a stupid name, it's so long!" Eric pouted again, "I've already paid the inheritance tax, what else do you want from me?"

"We are very curious about your origins." Changmao Braised Egg took another bite, leaving half of the hamburger.