Marvel World New Magneto

"She didn't go to Reed's, did she?" Dumu asked angrily. He didn't expect an answer, because that was not the servant's business, but the servant answered his question.

"I don't think so. I saw Miss Susan heading north in a trolley," said the servant.

"That's good, that's good." Doom couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. Maybe he knew this day, and now the situation he was worried about really happened, but his heart was calm.

They were originally two worlds, Reed was infinitely close to Susan, and now he's not winning, which is always a good thing.

So he can focus on himself.

Back in the bedroom, he began to examine his body. He still remembered how Eric's metal bug got into his body, but now the muscles have recovered and there is no strange feeling in the abdominal cavity, if not faint The white scars reminded him that the injury wasn't fictitious, that he might have thought it was a dream.

"What the hell are you?" Doom murmured. He now has silver metal cells all over his body, and he can't even go to the hospital for an examination. Fortunately, he doesn't feel any discomfort at the moment. His only comfort.

"By the way, I have to find the guy's information, maybe there will be new discoveries." He just woke up at this moment, and hurriedly returned to the living room to find news reports that had been ignored recently. Due to the increasingly unfavorable company situation, he It has been a while since he has paid close attention to things other than business, and now he has to make up for this lesson in time.

Soon he got the information he needed. Although it was not detailed, it was enough for him to speculate on some key points.Doom smiled wryly now, patted his forehead hard, and lay back on the back of the sofa.

"Damn it. How could I mess with such a guy," he muttered to himself. "It's really dizzying, at least I should have been prepared. No wonder I lost so badly."

He still broods over his loss, but now that it's a fact, he can only let it go.

Doom picked up another newspaper, the latest Express, with a front page photo of three people shaking hands and smiling.

That was Norman Osborn, the head of Exploration Aerospace, and Eric.

The smiles of the three were very bright, as if radiating light.

In their background, Tony Stark vaguely appeared, and the reporter seemed to be implying something silently.

Title: The Triangle Alliance is established, where will Stark go?

"Maybe I can ask Susan...".Doom shook his head as soon as he thought of this, as if trying desperately to get this shameless thought out of his mind. "No, I can't, I don't want to lose Susan."

"But the company is more important to me!"

"No, no!"

The two opinions were fiercely denying each other. At this moment, Doum, a poor boy from Latvia, fell into the most difficult puzzle in his life.

time flies.The Congressional bill on mutants was introduced at an astonishing speed. The reason why it was so fast was that its content was so large that there were not many specific rules for operation. It is not so much a bill as it is a document A memo would be more appropriate, but no one would care too much at this point.Its advent itself has represented a kind of progress.

What to do next.That depends on how the situation develops.

Soon after reaching a strategic partnership with Osborn and Exploration Aerospace, Eric provided the first batch of maglev metal.This batch of goods is not large, they will be mainly used in engines and special-purpose components, and due to their excellent performance, it will greatly improve the effect of industrial products.

During this period, Obadeh and Miss Pepper Potts, whom he met at the reception, also visited the door together. Obadeh was out of his responsibilities as CEO, and Pepper sincerely hoped that Stark would not be in this new era. They fell behind in the competition, but due to various reasons, the atmosphere of their meeting was pleasant but did not yield results. Later, it was rumored that under the strong opposition of Tony Stark, the cooperation attempt between Stark Industries and the mutants came to an end.

During this period, Stark's share price fell fifteen points, and Osborne's share price rose more than double this number, but its new problem came again, who could stop Osborne's board of directors from taking the opportunity to sell shares -- --Obviously Norman couldn't, he angrily ran over to chat with Eric privately for a while, and then left in a hurry.

The next day, it was rumored that Osborn would change management, and Norman's power fell. But at this time, another theft case broke out, and Osborn's cutting-edge product, the new material, the maglev glider, was lost again.

Under this kind of chaos, no one knows how Osborn will deal with it, whether the mutants will change their minds, and whether Obadeh's exploration and spaceflight will take advantage of the fire.

To the outside world, this triangular alliance only shines for a moment, and then it seems to go their separate ways.

Another day passed, and the carnival came.

"Welcome to the World Carnival, I would like to invite Messi. Grey----" the host shouted in the square, and the crowd gathered in the square was immediately ignited with passion. Jump for joy.

The black woman in red came on stage with cheers. She swayed her chubby body and sang passionate songs. The arms under the stage rose and fell in line with the rhythm of the music.

"Do all people surnamed Grey like red?" Allison and her classmates followed Eric, discussing the college tutor's preference. When she looked up, she made a new discovery: "Peter?"

The students looked at the place where she pointed, and sure enough, they saw Peter, the nephew of the guard class, who was holding a camera and greeted him from a distance.

Peter recently worked as a part-time photojournalist for the well-known tabloid Daily Bugle, where the asking price is not high, but the money is readily available. Peter weighed several newspapers of the same nature and finally settled on it.Eric also accepted his request and took a photo with the students, but the newspaper never said good things. After the newspaper was published, he was complained by his uncle, and Peter would never do such stupid things again.

Now his target is Spider-Man.

Yep, it's Spider-Man.

Looking at his sophisticated work in the crowd, Eric couldn't help feeling that this boy grew up so fast.

"Leader?" Just as he was sighing, a unique title interrupted him.

No need to look back, Eric also knew who would call him that.

"Hello. Mariano." Eric greeted the person who came, and today he dressed up as a Popeye.There was a child next to him.

"Your son?" Eric asked. The two of them looked a bit similar, and they were both good-looking, but Mariano's tall stature made it easy for people to ignore his appearance.

"My nephew." Mariano smiled and patted the back of his nephew's head. "This is Mr. Eric."

The kid smiled at Eric, who responded enthusiastically.

"Together? Let's just walk around." Mariano sent an invitation, so the two groups of people came together and browsed slowly in the square.

The square is now crowded with people, only the fringe areas are less crowded, and huge balloons are floating in the sky.Many familiar cartoon characters are flying in the air.On the surrounding skyscrapers, advertisers have lost no time to play huge advertisements, and they will take advantage of this eye-catching opportunity to make a fortune.

A car in the distance came over and stopped in a prohibited place. Several people nearby rushed over to open the rear window of the carriage. An old man in black clothes and white hair appeared in front of them.

"Are you sure you're here?" the old man asked coldly.The people outside nodded again and again to confirm.

"That's good, I'm going to see our new Magneto." The old man said and patted his legs, and his men opened the car door for him. He Shi Shiran got out of the car and walked towards the square.

"What kind of person is he, how old is he, how tall is he. How is his personality?" the old man asked as he walked.His men kept answering him.

"Oh, like me." The old man smiled strangely.This kind of laughter sounded gloomy, like Ye Xiao screaming in the forest, and his subordinates could not help shrinking their necks. "Everyone said that, it's not really a clone made by some laboratory, why didn't Charles inform me."

"I heard that he is good." His subordinates dared to say something for Eric. Through Mystique, many people in the Brotherhood have been helped by Eric. Now, some people have already joined the academy.

"When everyone says that, the problem arises." The old man stopped, turned his head and stared into the eyes of his subordinates, not daring to look up. "Because there is only one Magneto in the world."

"That's me." The old man retracted his gaze and stood proudly at the square, his black coat rattling in the wind.

Then a loud bang exploded in front of him.

"Is this a robbery?" The old man was a little unhappy. "Go and have a look."

So they walked towards the crowd that was frightened by the explosion. At first, the crowd was too crowded, and it was difficult to evacuate at this time. The police tried their best to divert it, but the effect was not great.

A geek in green armor and a devil's helmet with yellow eyes darted across the air on a glider, unleashing a string of wild, eerie laughter and several small pumpkin-shaped bombs.

"Yo, his look is quite good." The old man turned his head to look at the sound of the explosion. The eccentric circled around the square quickly and returned to the place where the bomb was originally dropped. It was an open balcony. Ben and the important people of space exploration were originally watching the ceremony. If Eric and Peter were also nearby, they would be shocked to find that Harry and his girlfriend Mary Jane were struggling on it.

Another few small pumpkins were thrown over, and the situation there became more and more sinister.

Large chunks of cement fell off the building and fell on the people below who had not had time to escape. The railings on the stage had already been damaged, and some people could not escape and fell to the edge.

At this critical juncture, a figure stood up. He raised his hands to support the reinforced concrete building from a distance, so that the crisis would not worsen. Someone recognized him, shouted his name, and then the crowd boiled.

"Magnetic King!"

"New Magneto!"

People shouted so, the old man walked over curiously and saw the familiar face. (To be continued~^~)