Marvel World New Magneto

After making an appointment with Jimmy to join the academy, Eric bid farewell to Nick and returned to Manhattan.

Now he can be said to have nothing to do, sitting in the taxi back to the office, squinting his eyes while resting and thinking about things, until the car gradually stopped, and there was an unusual movement in front of him, and he was woken up.

"What happened?" Eric opened his eyes and asked the driver.

"Shooting." The driver said succinctly.

About 150 yards ago, a group of black-clothed bodyguards were guarding a bulletproof caravan and retreated. Although they were large in number, they were killed by a strange man with a metal arm and suffered heavy losses.

Ava Rossell Wayne Tistanic is the person being protected in the bulletproof car. Although this financial tycoon seldom appears in magazines such as "Forbes" or "Vanity Fair", he has great influence on the world's financial circles. A pivotal influence, his insurance company suffered heavy losses in the recent attacks, and was about to launch an impeachment against the current government for this, but encountered the biggest crisis in his life on the way here.

"Sir, I'm afraid you have to leave first." His most loyal assistant shouted through the car window. The man's face was covered with blood, which was spattered from his companion.

"No, he's coming for me, I can't leave you guys behind." Tistanic's old face was full of determination, and his eyes were very sad.These loyal guard young people are not outsiders he hired with money, but have been cultivated through the adoption of orphans over the years. Everyone is like his nephew, but now he is slaughtered like a chicken by that person.

The financial tycoon who has always believed that money is power felt for the first time that his money was so useless in the face of violence. He was about to order everyone to evacuate when he saw a red rain on the head of the assistant outside the car window, and blood and brains splashed on the glass. blurred his vision.

"Come on. Come on and kill me!" shouted Tistanik, knowing that he would not survive.So regardless of the driver's obstruction, he opened the door and got out of the car. It was already a bloodbath outside, and all the young people he knew had fallen down. The mouth was aimed at Tistanic.

The financial tycoon looked at the assassin, and looked into the distance. At this time, dusk was approaching, and the setting sun illuminated the sky and the earth bright red, and the road was full of cars parked a hundred yards away.But no one dared to come up to stop it.

He instantly figured out why he was attacked, but it was irreparable at this time.Tistanic exhaled a hollow breath, and looked straight at the strange man.

"boom!"

A bullet shot out of the muzzle of the gun. At that moment, Tistanic almost felt that his eyesight caught its tail flame, and the metal bullet headed straight to his forehead with a brilliant flame.

Then something incredible happened, it stopped in front of my eyes.

"Sir?" The driver got out of the car at some point, and ran up to Tistanic with a pistol in his hand.When he found the bullet that was spinning rapidly in front of his eyebrows, he was taken aback and hurriedly moved the person away, and then looked towards the direction of the bullet. The weird man with the metal arm couldn't care less about assassinating the target, so he fought with a man who looked familiar. stand up.

It may not be correct to say that it is a fight.

Because only the weirdo was doing it himself, although he tried his best to inflict fatal damage on the opponent.However, he couldn't even touch the corner of the other party's clothes.

It was Eric, of course, who fought the weirdo.

Eric got out of the taxi.He followed the sound of the gunshot, and saw a murder unfolding in front of him.When the final target appears, he saves the man from under the bullet, and then the weirdo who senses that something is wrong attacks him.

Abandoning the useless firearm, the weirdo waved the metal arm and used it as a weapon. The cold light flashed in the air, drawing out silver shadows.

Eric's speed is neither fast nor slow, but he can avoid the opponent's attack every time. No matter what kind of feint or deception the opponent makes, he will not be fooled. Instead, when the opponent is exhausted, he uses the approach of his feet to force The opponent hastily retreated.

This is the first time the weirdo has encountered this kind of situation. He is a top assassin, his physical fitness is close to the peak of human beings, and he has killed countless dignitaries, but today he is completely unfavorable in front of Eric, and his cold and calm eyes gradually become confused. , After a while, he found an opportunity to leave the battlefield, leaped outward and jumped over the roof of the car to escape.

"Sir, you should catch him." The driver just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly saw the assassin slipping away, and quickly shouted at Eric.

"I'm not a policeman." Eric shrugged. He was just interested in the man's arm. It was a metal product that could partially isolate his own induction, and saving people was just incidental.

Tistanic stopped the driver from complaining, and he tentatively asked Eric: "Mr. Eric?"

Eric was about to leave, and nodded when he heard his inquiry.

Tistanik twitched a few times, and then smiled. At this moment, he finally found a straw.

Soon after, the car turned around and headed towards New York. As for the dead on the ground, Tistanic had already been handed over to the subordinates who came after hearing the news. Although he seemed a bit cruel, he had to protect himself at this time.

"I'm a good friend with Bill, the chairman of the hearing committee. I heard him talk about you." After Eric got into the car, Tistanic first introduced him, and then he talked about being assassinated today without waiting for Eric to ask. the inside story. "Mr. Eric was a witness to what happened yesterday, but I think you must not know the inside story, and I believe this inside story is the reason why I was assassinated today."

Eric took the wine handed over by the host and asked curiously, "Is it related to the Ten Rings Gang?"

"It doesn't matter at all." Tistanic smiled wryly. "It has a good relationship with the country."

He continued.

Not long ago, he noticed large-scale and organized capital flow changes in both the financial market and the international oil market. This is extremely unusual for a financial tycoon who is a top person in the industry. He is sensitively aware that there must be big events It happened, but I didn't expect that the big event would happen in the mainland, and it caused me a lot of losses from the beginning.

"The stock market was temporarily suspended yesterday afternoon, and the financial sector was hit hard in the first hour after the resumption of trading this morning, especially the insurance sector suffered huge losses in this attack. As far as I know, there were a large number of Funds from unknown sources began to short-sell the stock index. At the same time, several buildings in the Manhattan area purchased $30 billion in insurance from major insurance companies a month and a half ago. Up to 70 billion. This is extraordinary. If the Green Goblin hadn’t accidentally collided with the second plane passing through New York, I think its target would have been those highly insured buildings.” Tistanic said bitterly Thinking of this incident, it was from these clues that he felt something else hidden.

"It's possible." Eric saw the plane hit the building with his own eyes, and he felt the same way. In fact, he once guessed that the destination of the plane was Wall Street or Liberty Island. The two are a barometer of the American economy. One is a hallmark of the American spirit, and attacking either is justified.But it now appears that it has a more realistic purpose, which is money.

However, in this way, a faint conspiracy was outlined, and the extent and influence of it were shocking.

"What does Mr. Tistanic want me to do?" Eric asked, swishing the wine in his glass. "I am neither a member of Congress nor the chief justice. I have no way to uphold justice for you."

"What I need now is not justice, but safety." Tistanic drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and under the stimulation of alcohol, his pale face showed a blush. "Today's assassination made me completely sober. Wealth doesn't really make me safe. Only having a strong person as an ally can do it."

"This is not a terrorist incident, this is a secret war. People hidden behind the scenes are fighting against the financial world under the guise of foreign powers. We will not be controlled and will not suffer losses willingly! If they want us to go bankrupt, we will Just drag this country to the end!" Tistanic dropped the cup and looked at Eric with burning eyes.

Eric smiled lightly and clasped his hands together.

After some conversation, Eric sent Tistanic back to the heavily guarded private castle. Now that the news of the attempted assassination of the financial tycoon has spread, it is presumed that the mastermind behind the scenes will not risk the assassination again, and he can rest assured to stay at home and remotely control the Command, while Erik lends him a helping hand when the time is right.

"One is a military-industrial interest group, and the other is a financial interest group. They are like left and right hands having hatred, so they picked up a sledgehammer and beat their chest desperately. Anyway, it's not us who hurt, we just need to hit it down." Recognizing this , Eric already has the consciousness to be a hammer.

Although it is inevitable to suffer losses in the beating, what in the world can be obtained without taking risks?

The more chaotic this world is, the safer the mutants will be. A paper agreement is not worth the pressure of someone with a heart. Now it is only a temporary peace. Instead of waiting for the crisis to fight, it is better to take advantage of the opportunity when it comes. Only in this way can we Get the most benefit.

Thinking all the way, Eric entered the office.

"Hello, Ben." Eric greeted the doorman, and Ben sent a business card.

"Mr. Eric, an agent Phil from the Homeland Bureau came to see you this morning. He hopes to make an appointment with you to meet."

Eric looked at the business card, which read: "Phil Coulson, Homeland Strategic Defense, Offensive and Logistics Support Agency."

"Why isn't it called Aegis." Eric said to himself. "However, it's finally coming." (To be continued~^~)