Marvel World New Magneto

In the deepest part of the base, two young people were locked in an isolation room. They were a pair of siblings who had just come to the United States from Europe. They were noticed for some reason, and then they were caught by unknown people and brought to the United States. here.

Originally they were going to be transferred away, but what happened now surprised everyone. For some unknown reason, the heavily guarded guards ran out one after another. After a while of noisy outside, everything returned to tranquility.There was only the sound of unhurried footsteps approaching from far to near. When the person outside walked into the isolation room, he stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly, there was a sound of wind, and the locked door shook, and then The man turned and left.

"What do you think will happen?" The younger brother asked his elder sister a little uneasy. This is a silver-haired young man. His originally cheerful and optimistic face was wrinkled with worries because of this series of events, and his mind was full of doubts.

"I don't know." The elder sister with beautiful brown hair and handsome appearance was even more uncertain. She looked at the door and felt something, so she suggested to her younger brother. "Pietro, the door seems to be open, should we go out and have a look?"

So the two siblings came out cautiously, and the mess outside almost scared them into hiding.

There was blood everywhere on the ground, and the neatly arranged equipment was knocked upside down by the "corpses" that fell on it. The heads and necks of those militants who looked like dead people were bright red. On the surface, the wounds looked big, but if you look carefully, They weren't life-threatening - the guy outside just knocked them out.

This discovery made it a little easier for the two young men, who were not in a huge concrete coffin full of dead bodies, but then they found that they had to get out as soon as possible, or the fellows who suffered from it would recover once they recovered.It is very possible to lock yourself back in again.

"America is too dangerous, let's leave quickly." The silver-haired Pietro shouted.Holding her sister's shoulders, she disappeared from the depths of the base in an instant.

When they reappeared, they had already arrived outside the gate of the base, and now there was no one outside except for a few fainted sentries. It was as if that person had never appeared before, and they hadn't even seen a single face.

My sister closed her eyes and felt for a while, then pointed to the opposite cliff. Pietro led her sister to a height of [-] feet at a very high speed, and there was no one there.His sister will again sense where the man is going.

Originally they could have left by themselves, but the siblings came across the sea with good expectations, but were frightened by the cruel reality, so the "good-hearted man" they had never met became their only hope. , the silver-haired Pietro followed all the way, and finally when he was about to walk out of the Adirondack Mountains.The kind-hearted man was found on a remote ridge.

This gentleman was standing alone in front of a huge wireless signal tower, looking up at something.The height of this signal tower is about 200 feet. It has been treated with anti-corrosion hot-dip galvanizing, and it is not afraid of wind, rain and lightning. However, the base has been covered with moss.Occasionally some grass seeds fell into the soft dust.After being exposed to the wind and the sun, weeds will take root and sprout on it, which will be passed down from generation to generation.I don't know how long it has passed.This huge signal tower is still standing strong, waiting to be discovered one day.

"Sir, is there anything up there?" Pietro and his sister looked up for a while, but found nothing.

"Oh, I'm just reminiscing about its glorious history." The gentleman was still staring intently at the top, as if he was not at all surprised to meet two people by chance in this deserted mountain. "This is one of the relics of the Roosevelt era. In that dark age, in order to provide economic vitality and reduce unemployment, the government provided funds to build useful projects. This huge signal tower is a wireless network that runs across the United States and connects two oceans. A component of the communication network, it and its brothers used to spread across every corner of the country. During their busiest hours, countless signals were relayed from here every day. They are like naughty tadpoles, and they settle here lightly. , and then quickly swim to the next stop, and when they are in the hands of someone who understands them, they will be reduced to words or sentences, so that the original purpose is achieved.”

"Now, I don't think its condition is very good." Pietro looked at the slippery patches of moss, which had already dyed the base a dark green, and unknown vines were climbing on it, occasionally Produce one or two small red or white flowers.

"That's because it's outdated. New technology beats old technology, and these towers were designed to last for more than 100 years, but technology development in just 30 years has thrown it into the old age. From the launch of the first communication satellite, their mission has come to an end, and soon these expensive wireless transmission towers were abandoned, especially these remote guys, even though they are actually very durable, but It has been reduced to the point where it can’t even be dismantled and scrapped. It’s all changing so quickly, humans are in their golden age when they are 30 years old, and they are already called waste when they are just after their 30th birthday.”

As the man said, he patted the huge steel structure, and as a light cloud of dust was swept away by the wind, the hoarse humming sound unique to metal rang on the ridge.

"Then what's the point of looking at it, since it's abandoned and can't be dismantled?" Pietro asked in bewilderment. He thought this was a superb hero fighting evil, but now he thinks this Man is like a learned scholar.

The corners of Mr. Scholar's lips were raised slightly, and his smile was very contagious, like a continuously blooming sunflower gradually showing on his face, making people around him feel warm all over.

"I just found a new use for it."

***

When Eric found a new toy, Doom finally solved his serious problem. The metal living thing was taken out by Lancer. When it just left the abdominal cavity, a sharp sound rang out, as if it was afraid of the cold outside. As if, insisting on going back into his warm belly again, Doom yelped and told Lancer to throw it out. He meant to throw it into a sealed sturdy jar, but the damn thing seemed to have a certain Intelligence, it turned around in mid-air, bounced and landed on the other side of the container.

"Grab it quickly." Dum yelled enduring the severe pain. The wound on his stomach hadn't been stitched up yet, but he was holding on with his mutated tenacious vitality. He found the large stapler he had prepared, like a pretend Press hard on the wound like nailing a thick book, every time you press it, you will let out a muffled groan.After twenty times, his belly was finally fit again, and the sweat from his head was wiped off. Doom couldn't help but have the urge to applaud his determination.

At this moment, Lancer still hadn't caught the little thing. It wasn't because he was slow, but because the opponent was too nimble. It was like a silver house mouse, or a tiny flying snake, moving quickly between the furniture, no matter what. No matter how fast Lancer's movements are, he is always a beat slower.

Soon, Doom's apartment was in ruins.

During this period, Doom tried to stop Lancer. Anyway, the danger has been lifted, and he doesn't intend to stay here any longer. There is no need to make too much confusion, but Lancer ignored the call of this kind countryman and focused on searching. He will not hesitate to tear down anything that gets in his way.This is not caused by the paranoia in his character, but a strange voice quietly telling the liquid metal life, how dangerous this silver little thing that is very similar to his own essence is, that does not mean that its power is like A Just like Rick, he just formed restraint on himself, but the essence of the two existences is completely the same in some respects. This extreme similarity is the biggest obstacle for him to become a unique and complete living body.Lancer believed the voice in his heart, so he desperately wanted to catch it and kill it.

Dum couldn't understand the mind of this fellow countryman at all. He stared dumbfounded at the madness in the room, but still thought it was the sequelae of radiation exposure. Until the screams came from outside, he endured the discomfort all over his body and got down from the table. Someone was banging on the door desperately, it must be the downstairs neighbor who was furious from the noise.

Sure enough, as soon as Doom opened the door, the man yelled. This is a strong man. His wife is eight months pregnant and waiting to give birth, but now he can't sleep because of the noise upstairs.Under the gentle persuasion of his wife, the strong man endured for 5 minutes, but the endless noise made him unable to bear it anymore, so he rushed upstairs to find Doom to have a good chat.

Although Dum has a bad temper, he is not a random person. He finally persuaded the other party to agree not to pursue it. At this moment, the little silver thing saw the opportunity and rushed out from the opened door. Lancer jumped behind. A bookcase was overturned, and he chased after him covered in dust.

"Enough, Lancer!" Doom yelled. "Let it go and stop chasing it."

The strong man was about to leave when he heard the loud noise again, so his anger could no longer be suppressed and he threatened to call the police.

Dum had no choice but to try to persuade him. He just turned his head away when a slender, sharp silver cone protruded from behind and penetrated into the strong man's eye socket. The brown-black pupil was pierced, and the black The liquid poured into the whites of the eyes, and dripped down the twitching cheeks of the strong man along with the thin threads of blood.

Doom was tongue-tied, and he looked along the long cone formed by the finger. At the end of it, Lancer's cold and ruthless face appeared in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Doom growled in a low voice, and he suddenly felt that he had misjudged the person.

Lancer didn't answer, the little thing had already run away, and now it was too late to track him down. He watched Doom drag the corpse in, then went downstairs to drive, and walked slowly behind.

In the corner of his heart that no one could find, a green shadow laughed wildly. (to be continued~^~)