Marvel World New Magneto

When Eric returned to the top floor, Lancer was already waiting there.

"Is Shirley okay, and little angel Angel, did you show up and give them a warm hug?" Eric asked casually.

"I need money." Lancer ignored his teasing and asked directly.

"How much?" Eric shrugged, which was expected. This good husband and father must not be able to bear seeing his wife suffer.

Lancer froze for a moment, his intelligence still hadn't fully recovered, he knew exactly what he wanted, but when he needed to refine it further, his thinking got stuck, he hesitated for a long time but couldn't give an answer. specific numbers.

"It seems that Mr. Curtis needs a life consultant. It's okay, I'll serve you." Eric shook his head, and was about to make a call when John knocked on the door.

"Boss, Christina's father is here." John looked at Lancer and said to Eric.

Eric put down the phone.

"Look, the consultant came in person, and he's really accommodating."

Soon, Warren walked in accompanied by his daughter. After a few friendly words, Christina was sent out by the two elders, and now they started to get down to business.

"Did you save Tistanic?" Warren asked. He was working nearby, and he came to the door only after hearing the news.

"The news is really well-informed." Eric praised.

"This matter is not simple." Warren shook his head. "A lot of big people are operating behind the scenes. They were about to close the net, but you messed up the situation."

"It's their bad luck. Both attacks happened in front of me." Eric poured Warren a glass of water and asked him to sit down. "A farmer works hard all year, only to find that the price of grain plummets after a good harvest. Should he hate his neighbors who harvested a good year with him? He should learn to accept reality."

"It's useless for me to say this, I just came to remind you." Warren drank water.Looking at Lancer, the gentleman was staring at him in a daze.

Eric found the two people looking at each other and introduced them to each other.

"Lancer Valentine?" Warren had obviously heard the name before, his eyebrows frowned, and he asked tentatively, "Valentine from Columbia University?"

Lancer remained expressionless, and Eric answered for him.

"Exactly," he said.

Warren twitched his lips. As a soldier, although he has carried out many illegal activities, this cannot prevent him from despising another lawless person psychologically.

Fortunately, Lancer has no pressure at all. If Eric hadn't insisted on him playing this role, he would have preferred to change back to his original self.

"Mr. Lancer has a question. I'm going to ask you who has experienced it. Maybe you can give him some advice." Eric asked Lancer about the elementary school.

When it comes to the cultivation of the next generation, Warren is clearly in the spirit. He is a semi-expert in this area who cares about the next generation.

"Go to a private elementary school. Now that the government is running a deficit and cutting spending every three days, public school teachers are worried about being laid off all day long, and their minds are spent on demonstrations and protests. It is better to go to a private school, which is more stable and of better quality. "

"Any good recommendations?" Eric asked, and Warren replied after a moment of thought.

"The high-end private elementary schools near the North District of New York charge [-] yuan per year, plus the summer camp or other training fees are about [-] yuan a year, but the school environment is very good, and the teaching level is much higher than that of public schools. There are often graduates from prestigious schools. Teachers join in. Only elite teachers can more easily cultivate elite students."

"Then can you do it for me. It's not convenient for Mr. Valentine to come forward." Eric made a "you understand" expression to him, and Warren agreed immediately.

"Will Angel be bullied at school?" Lancer interjected.All he could think about was Shirley's worries.

Warren didn't know who Angel was, but that didn't stop him from answering questions.

"Private elementary schools are rarely bullied. Schools and teachers will guide and encourage children to socialize, and they will be forced to engage in sports activities, but they will not go out of line. If I have to compare, I think private elementary schools are like airbags in cars. Few people have driven a car for a lifetime without the airbag popping out, and maybe the airbag is useless in a head-on collision. But if you can, it’s better to buy a car with an airbag.”

"It's a metaphor, Mr. Valentine can rest assured now, go about your business, I will ask Warren to take care of those two." Eric sent Lancer away, and now he can talk to Warren about business .

Watching Lancer open the window, turning into a puddle of transparent liquid with a faint silver light flowing away from the narrow gap, Warren was amazed, he thought it was also a mutant.

"Although I also have mutant genes in my body, I have to say that every time I see these people, I feel incomprehensible, how can humans do this to this extent."

"Then you have to ask God, he created us." Eric replied casually. "I'm sure you didn't come here just to remind me that I messed up other people's affairs. What's the problem?"

"We're being watched," Warren replied.

***

On the other side of the city, Dum sat on the balcony overlooking the street below, drinking non-stop.His physical mutation has reached a new peak, and many injuries that are effective for ordinary people can no longer affect him.That's why although he emptied many bottles and was burned all over, he could not get drunk no matter how much he drank.The ethanol came into his body and acted like an energy source, making him full of energy, but he couldn't find a place to vent it.

The company is about to collapse, he has betrayed his relatives, and his body is parasitized by an unknown object. Dum's patience is about to reach a critical point, and he really wants to break through his previous self and do something.

If he hadn't lost his spirit after being taught a lesson by Eric last time, he would have already visited those arrogant investors. At this point, what else can he not lose?

He has nothing left.

If possible, Doom would like to let go of the big fight and escape back to his hometown in Latvinia. Anyway, with this ability, he can start over there.

But the top priority is to take out the parasites in the body first, this is the biggest hidden danger, as long as it is not eliminated for a day, his life will be played by Eric in his hands.

Thinking of this made his temples throb with distress.The parasite didn't move at all, as if it didn't exist at all, only the weight increased by ten pounds out of thin air. He tried to remove it by himself, but the sharp scalpel was difficult to work on his metal body. Things can't be faked by outsiders, so he can only admit the reality helplessly.

Whether or not to bow to Eric and beg him to remove the hidden danger in his body-this is the thought that has been tormenting Doom for many days.

Now he struggles, throwing away his Grenada rum, a honey-colored rum that's only 69 percent strong, in desperate need of something spicier to numb his mouth.

So he changed to a bottle of Golden Wheat, a 95% alcoholic spirit banned in many states, which could effectively stimulate Doom's spirits.

Just when he was about to drink this spirit, a small figure suddenly appeared in his eyes on the street below. Even though it was far away, Dum recognized that this was his fellow countryman. Lancer Valentine, a Latvinian from Columbia University, whom he met at a fraternity when he was a student at the State University of New York.

A few days ago, he also saw the police's arrest warrant for this fellow countryman. It is said that he killed someone and fled without a trace, so he was nearby.

Doom left the room and returned 10 minutes later with the man.

"Brother Lancer, I heard about you. I didn't expect a genius like you to fall to this level." Dum brought Lancer up and ordered some food for him. He guessed that Lancer must have passed these few days. Very downcast, thinking of his current situation, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for this fellow countryman. This kind of emotion is quite rare for him, but considering the similar background of the two people, it is not so difficult to understand.

"They wanted to rob me of my achievements, and I was forced to fight back." Lancer said the script without expression. In Dum's eyes, his appearance must have undergone a major change in temperament after being stimulated, so there was no doubt.

"What is the result? I remember you studied metallurgy?" Dum asked casually.

After Lancer paused for a few seconds as Eric ordered, he stretched out his right hand in a hesitant gesture, and then it transformed from a normal human hand into a sharp long sword under Doom's nose.

puff!

Caught off guard, Doom coughed up the wine. He thought it was some kind of formula, but he didn't expect to see another mutant.

"How did you do that?" Doom asked hastily.

"Ray exposure," Lancer replied curtly.

Having experienced the same thing as Doom, he completely lost his guard, and now he touched his belly with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

"Lancer, I need your help."

"We need the help of mutants."

The financial tycoon Tistanik is saying similar things now in his private castle, in front of him is a group of financial oligarchs who also suffered losses in this attack, and these people have monopolized the country's banks for the past 100 years The industry, which controls the wind and rain in the financial market, is now under such an attack that they have seen another Roosevelt era come.

"This time we may lose all our pants, but as long as we are still sitting at the gambling table, we have a chance to come back. The White House can collude with arms groups, use those people as thugs, and we can also form alliances with mutants, Let them charge forward on our behalf."

"This is a holy war, but we will not back down, because our presence means that the traditions of this country will not be broken, and we will not lose, and we will spend untold dollars to hire the most powerful team Allies until the rogue politicians who dare to challenge us are wiped out!"

"The world belongs to us after all." (to be continued~^~)