Marvel World New Magneto

The conversation between Eric and Pepper was very short. The lady called Little Pepper anxiously made a request to him. Eric did not refuse and quickly agreed. They arrived at a military airport that day.

"I didn't expect that you would really help me. I shouldn't have dragged you into this matter." In the cabin of a military transport plane, Pepper Potts said to Eric with apology. The plane is about to leave for the base in Central Asia, where Eric will use his ability to find Tony Stark who has been missing for many days-if the gentleman is still alive.

This had nothing to do with Eric, and he could completely refuse. In Pepper's opinion, she only met Eric once, when Eric helped her enter Osborne's reception, and Tony's The reaction was not friendly.Now that Tony is missing and without authorization, she can't mobilize the company's strength to rescue her. If there is no other way, she won't come to ask for help.For these reasons, she didn't have any hope at first, so when Eric said yes, she almost shed tears.

Seeing that Pepper was a little sad, Eric laughed.

"Don't feel guilty, I remember we agreed on a reward." Eric pointed out that the beautiful and capable assistant was a little embarrassed, but fortunately Eric was only joking. "Don't worry, I will find Mr. Stark and ask him to pay for it."

Unrelated people exited the cabin, the transport plane started its engine, dragged a long airflow over the airport for a certain distance, and then rose into the sky. Looking at the plane fading away, Pepper silently recited Tony's name, praying for God to bless him.

Her prayer was very timely, because Tony Stark was in desperate need of good luck at this moment.

He was seriously injured during the attack and was in a coma for several days.Tony finally woke up from a palpitating nightmare. The broken bodies of the soldiers and the doctor with bloody hands were gone.Everything is as unreal as a dream.He opened his eyes and watched for a long time before he realized that he was lying in a cave, still wearing the original clothes, but they had become tattered and had a sour smell. Above was the uneven rock wall. Some twilight came through from outside, so that he could not see anything clearly.

There are sundries piled up everywhere in this shabby room, and a slight movement will cause dry dust to fly around. A man is shaving his beard in front of the mirror with his back turned to him.Through the blurry mirror, Tony noticed that it was a middle-aged man wearing glasses who was a little bald, and looked like a scholar.

He coughed a few times, pulled out a long oxygen tube from his nasal cavity, and then struggled vigorously, trying to take the water bottle on the nearby table to moisten his throat, his body just moved a bit.The hand was still a foot away from the kettle, and there was a sudden twitching feeling in his chest, as if there was a rope connecting him to the other end. Feeling this strange, Tony had a bad feeling, and he couldn't care less. He took the water bottle, breathed heavily and lay back on the spot.Rip off the clothes.A metal rod with wires attached to it was found in a pile of tightly packed bandages.The other end penetrated into his body.

This discovery made Tony's heart beat wildly, he couldn't believe it was true, his mind went blank, he was panting heavily, and it took a while before he was woken up by the man wearing glasses.

"If I were you, it wouldn't be in vain." The man was no longer shaving, the mirror was in Tony's hands, and he was turning some kind of food in a small saucepan, something that looked like a paste. It's not to Stark's taste. If it was in the past, Tony wouldn't even be interested in looking at it, but now this weird aroma has aroused his appetite.

"What did you do?" Tony asked to distract himself. He had just woken up and knew nothing about what happened outside.

"I saved your life." The man said casually, shaking the paste in the pot skillfully. "I've taken out as many pieces as I could, but some are still stuck, and they will circulate through your blood into your heart, a process that usually takes a week..."

"What's this?" Tony interrupted, pointing to the metal rod on his chest.

The man looked at it, then went back to work.

"Electromagnet," he said. "It's attached to the car battery, and I use it to absorb the shrapnel before those little things go into your heart."

Tony touched the magnet connected to the wire, and was speechless for a long time. Now he finally found out that this is a prison. The monitor was staring at them closely, maybe on the other side of the monitor, a group of ugly and ferocious gangsters were discussing whether to cook or grill themselves.

"We met once, at a technical conference in Bern." The man said casually.

"I don't remember." Tony thought for a while, and there was no memory in his mind.

"Of course. If I'm as drunk as you, it's hard to even stand up, let alone lecture on integrated circuits." The man laughed, and seeing his smile, Tony felt a little relieved, at least this wasn't an enemy.He knows that he has always been sloppy, because there are countless things that have caused grievances with people with a casual sentence. In the past, behind him was the super big company Stark Corporation. Now he is just a lamb waiting to be dealt with. It is best to be less hostile. good.

But his mood didn't last long, a strange and awkward yell sounded outside the door, and the man immediately put down the pot like an electric shock.

"Stand up," the man whispered. "Follow me - raise your hand."

Being in danger, Tony had to follow his posture and raised his hands. Just as his hands were raised above his head, the door of the cell opened, and a bearded man walked in surrounded by a group of armed men.

"Is this a weapon from Stark Industries?" On the transport plane, an officer sat with Eric, next to several heavily armed soldiers. Per the commission of Perth, take Eric along the way.

"Yes." The officer nodded, and his soldiers kept staring at Eric, wanting to find out what makes mutants different from ordinary people. This is because these guys often stay in the barracks. Based in New York, he is no stranger to mutants, so he felt a little rude for his subordinate's recklessness, and now he heard Eric's question, he wanted to ease the atmosphere.

"Rifles to missiles, everything from rifles to missiles. They're well-equipped for a variety of situations, and Stark represents the cutting edge of our country's weapons industry, which is why we're eager to find him."

"Isn't it to defend freedom and peace?" Eric laughed.

The officer shrugged: "You can only defend peace if your stick is thicker than others--Stark often said that, and I think he makes sense."

Eric smiled and looked out through the side string window. Now the plane has left the North American continent and is heading towards the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. When the familiar and vast land disappeared from his sight, the magnetic connection also disappeared. One by one was disconnected, without the well-designed office buildings and the magnetic force amplification network composed of radio antennas, he was rapidly weakening, and the only thing that could provide him with support was the ring on his little finger.After getting used to enjoying the convenience brought by the tools, even Eric was a little uncomfortable when he suddenly left their range of action.

This incompatibility caused a slight change in his expression, which was seen by the officer and caused some misunderstanding.

"I thought that only recruits would be reluctant to leave their homes, and it turns out that a big man like you would too." The officer said with a smile. He works in the Air Force logistics department. He has a high rank but no real power. In his opinion, he can go to Capitol Hill to deal with congressmen. The guy is big - whether he's mutant or not.

It is rare to see the other side of a big man now, the officer and his soldiers are a little secretly happy, as if they accidentally discovered someone else's secret.

This mentality was very interesting and had a positive effect. Although it was only a misunderstanding, it unexpectedly mellowed the atmosphere, and the soldiers no longer clutched their rifles in secret.

"Sir, I heard you can control metal. Is it true?" a soldier yelled rashly. Erik nodded, let his dagger jump out of his belt, and after a few tricks, he back to the original position.

The soldiers were slightly taken aback, and when they saw that there was no danger, they cried out in surprise.

"Can I become a mutant too? I hope I can pass through the outer wall of the bank and rush into the vault." Another soldier shouted. He was immersed in his own world, completely oblivious to the strange eyes of the officer.

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed. People with the ability to pass through walls often face the fate of getting stuck in the wall. At that time, you'd better hope that the walls of the bank are not too thick, otherwise your call for help will be ignored. "The man thought for a while, and suddenly his face turned pale, and Eric's threat dispelled his delusion.

"Mr. Eric", the eyes of the last soldier were a little erratic. "I heard that you danced with Miss Susan, the invisible girl in Fantastic Four, and that Ms. Potts just now is also very familiar with you. Are you familiar with them?" He deliberately emphasized his tone at the end, listening Seeing what he meant, the soldiers and officers looked over together, Eric smiled and diverted the topic away.

After chatting and laughing with the soldiers for a while, and taking a few photos at their request, Eric sat back down again.

"In just [-] hours, we will arrive at the Prince Sultan Air Force Base, where we will arrive at our destination shortly after transferring planes. If all goes well, you will be able to go back in a short time." The officer tried to comfort him, lest He was cranky like a normal soldier on his first deployment, and there was nothing they could do to avoid chaos on the plane.

Eric smiled and didn't explain anything. There are people he cares about on that continent, and now he is working hard for a common future. No matter what twists and turns he goes through, he doesn't care, so how can he be sad.

The day passed quickly, and the plane was already approaching Riyadh. (to be continued~^~)