Marvel World New Magneto

After a whole night of hustle and bustle, the reporters dispersed contentedly, and they had indeed gained a lot.Mutants have been the focus of public attention for some time now, starting from subduing strange snakes and saving people from fires, fighting the Green Goblin and crashing planes, and defeating the new criminal Silver Ghost today, saving Columbia University from danger When they came out, they attracted the attention of the outside world again and again, and all of them appeared in a positive image.In addition to the reports on the social edition, financial reporters have also noticed some bright spots, such as the arrival of the new president of Osborne.Originally, Osborn Industries was already on the verge of collapse, but after using the concept of mutants, after some operations, the company’s stock price miraculously rose sharply the next day. It is rumored that Harry Osborn has reached a consensus with the mutant leader. Continuing to fulfill the agreement of the former president's era, Osborn's hang glider is likely to enter the military's sight again, providing assistance for the upcoming revenge operation.

Reports on Lancer Valentine continued to deepen. The reporter discovered from the only archived documents of the Metallurgical Institute of Columbia University that this murderous Latvinian had used some kind of radiation to study metal formulas. With a strange body, the outside world suspects that he is like the Fantastic Four, mutated by radiation, and then fused with the researched liquid metal.This statement has not been proved by more evidence, but many people believe that it is true. Many scholars, including military scientific research institutions, have carefully analyzed these research records, hoping to reproduce his mutation process.

The most surprising news of the day was also related to Lancer. He actually had a relationship with the entrepreneur Dum. Someone found a photo of the two Latvinians, and the police searched his apartment carefully. , where a missing male body was found.So Dum, like his fellow countrymen, boarded the police wanted warrant.

After this series of events, the public's attention has become numb.Only Peter noticed the destruction of the university research center, and the disappearance of those spiders made him both lost and relaxed. Perhaps from then on, he was the only spider-man in the world.

No matter what others think, Eric is firmly carrying out his work. Now he is planning to receive a guest. This gentleman is from Arizona. After hearing the news of the mutant, he immediately called and contacted him. Now he has Coming.

By this time he had already arrived downstairs.

"He looks like a farmer." Katie rushed downstairs to report to Eric.

"It still smells like horse dung." Allison followed.The hand still waved slightly in front of the tip of the nose a few times.

The guests didn't come too slowly, and before he saw anyone, his voice arrived, a male voice as thick as a grassland cow's howling came from outside.

"Yes, little girl," said the man. "I still have grass seeds in my hair."

As he spoke, he stepped in from the outside with a smell of fresh earth.

This is a stocky man in his fifties, his weather-beaten face covered with knife-like wrinkles.When I came to the reception room, I didn't bother to shake hands with Eric. I looked around first, and then praised him.

"You are really rich." Eric smiled. Many people have said that the decoration design of this floor seems to be filled with the atmosphere of gold, which is exactly what Eric wants, although it looks a bit suspicious of nouveau riche , but both mask other designs.It can also add confidence to the compatriots - at least they don't have to worry about being abducted and sold as piglets.

"Mr. Gregory Sartre?" Eric's inquiry was affirmed.

"Where's your daughter. I remember we mentioned her on the phone." Eric reminded the gentleman that his daughter was also a mutant.So I hope to come here to be taught by the academy and help her direct her strength to the right path.

"She's outside." Gregory Sartre said carelessly, not feeling anything wrong at all. "She's afraid of meeting strangers, so I'll come in first to have a look."

"It looks like a shy girl." Eric made an evaluation in his heart, and then went outside to meet the girl under the guidance of someone.

But the building was empty, Eric looked around and still couldn't find it.

"Damn it, she slipped away again." Gregory asked, scratching his hair. "Is there any playground nearby?"

"Cross the road ahead, there's a football field." Eric replied.

"That's right, I remembered." The old man had indeed seen that place when he remembered. "Then she must be there."

Soon they came to the side of the football field, where a group of nearby tenth graders were running indulgently on it, chasing the date stone-like football and chasing it around.

Among them is a tall girl with a dark complexion. She looks vigorous and athletic, and she is not inferior to boys. She obviously exercises regularly. Her resolute expression and thick eyebrows show how strong her character is, and she is not shy. Words have nothing to do with it.

"Your daughter is very skilled." After watching the girl's wonderful performance for a while, Eric praised.

"Exactly." Gregory said arrogantly. "But I think she's better at knocking people down."

What do you say?

Before Eric could think about it, he understood what the father meant.

When the two running backs tried to pass the girl for a touchdown, the girl clapped her hands fiercely, uttered a challenge-like shout, and then the entire field fell down.

Not only them, even Eric who was outside the field felt a violent tremor on the ground. Old Gregory had experience, he had grasped the barbed wire fence that separated the playground in advance, so when the shock came, he just rubbed his hat against the wire. Instead of being caught off guard by the shock like those unsuspecting tenth graders, he bumped into his companion with momentum.Now the high school students were huddled together, rolling on the ground like a rear-end car on the road, and some even plunged into the grass beside the playground, crushing the girls watching the game and screaming loudly.

This wave not only shook the ground, but also stirred up a cloud of dust, like a hurricane blowing close to the ground, which started in front of Gregory's daughter and blew 120 yards away, across the entire field before stopping.

"Beautiful!" After the old man stabilized his body, he shouted triumphantly at his daughter. "A successful frontal block, she did a great job! I taught it."

Eric raised his eyebrows, looked at the stunned tenth grader and asked, "You taught that too?"

The old man shrugged indifferently: "That's exactly why I came to you."

The game couldn't go on, the girl walked over in frustration, and greeted the two of them listlessly.

Eric nodded to her in a friendly manner, took out a video camera from nowhere and pretended to be a photojournalist, walked up to the stunned students, and pulled them up one by one.

"My God, was there an earthquake just now?" Only then did the high school students react and looked around, only to find that people in the distance didn't notice it, and the earthquake they experienced was like a collective illusion.

"No," Eric replied, pulling out a large handful of green paper from his pocket. "In fact, we're taping an outdoor show, and you've had a great response."

"Is it a live show?" The boys were dubious: "Can we be on TV?"

"It's still a trial production now, and I will invite you again when I have the opportunity. Come, each of you will draw one." Under Eric's persuasive persuasion, the high school students quickly dispelled their doubts, and everyone took a card from him. Franklin as payment.

"The special effects are great." They all praised.

"Thank you, your expressions are also good, keep it up." Eric praised a few words casually, and quickly settled the matter.

Now it's the Arizona father and daughter's turn to be dazed.

"Do you always carry so much money with you?" asked old Gregory gruffly.

"It's been like this since I've been in this business." Eric shrugged.

"Then you've worked really hard." The old man wanted to ask how much he would spend every year to clean up the mess for the students, but seeing his daughter, he wisely dismissed the idea.

Fortunately, Eric didn't mention money, so a feeling that could be called "favor" in the southern cowboy's heart heated up sharply.

After taking Sutter and his daughter back to the office and entertaining them for dinner, the old man finally made up his mind to keep his daughter, and he began to ask Eric for his opinion.

"No problem." Eric replied. "We are the same as other schools, there is no special requirement, as long as you agree to abide by the school rules."

"That's good." The old man nodded. "Then I can get back as soon as possible to tend to my lovely calves, which I can't live without. So..."

The old man hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to ask about the tuition fee.

In fact, even if he didn't say it, Eric could see that this Mr. Sutter's economic situation is not good. Years of drought in Arizona and the Midwestern states have caused a shortage of hay supply. This year, the price of a large bale of hay is close to fifty dollars. In the past, the price of an equivalent amount of hay was only between fifteen and thirty dollars, and due to the increased demand for corn from ethanol producers, the farmers were unable to use corn to make up for the shortage of hay fodder, which added to their difficulties.

Fortunately, Eric dispelled his worries on this point.

"We don't charge money." Eric laughed and pointed the students to Gregory. "They were all picked up by college teachers from all over the place. Please forgive me for using the word pick up, but most of them are really penniless. We provide some help, and at the same time they support themselves."

"They are all good boys." Gregory praised, then turned to his daughter and gave orders in a commanding tone. "Then Corrie, you stay here."

Corey Sartre nodded, she will be a member of the academy from now on. (to be continued~^~)