Marvel World New Magneto

In the endless desert, an arms dealer was explaining his products to a group of generals who couldn't see their faces clearly.

"This is the gem of the Freedom series, the first application of Stark Industries' rapid counterattack technology..."

"I promise, the bad guys don't even dare to come out of their lair..."

"I'm introducing you to the Jericho Missile, free wine when you buy over 500 million..."

The product of the test explosion flew into the sky, scattered hundreds of warheads, like a large net covering the sky, covering the dark and continuous mountains on the edge of the horizon, and then the earth cracked, and the violent shock wave rushed to the face with the sound of whimpering wind in an instant .

Time stood still at this moment, and an annoying voice woke Mr. Arms Dealer from his nightmare.

No grit, no dust, and no bad guys.

Only one man called his name softly.

"Tony, it's time to take your medicine."

After staring at the bald middle-aged man wearing glasses for a while, Tony Stark woke up from the chaos and recognized that it was Ethan - a scholar, a good old man.

And also his savior.

"Wait for another minute and I'll recall the taste of fine wine. That's my treasure, the 1 white wine of Chateau Diqin, Ethan." Tony shook his head, sat up complaining, and pushed the blanket on his body On one side, his bandages and his plastered arm were exposed.

A day ago, this hapless arms dealer finally broke free from the clutches of the gangsters and successfully arrived at a nearby US military base with the help of two well-meaning people. Needless to say, all kinds of receptions and inquiries during the process were also done for his safety. According to my wishes, when the sun has not yet risen the next morning.A plane took them to the North American continent.

Now they are in the cabin of the plane, flying steadily at an altitude of [-] feet.

"Do you need me to compensate at the price?" Ethan bickered.While carefully changing the bandage for Tony.In the past, he may have found it uncomfortable to be in close contact with a billionaire, but the power of habit is infinite, and after being in the same room for this period of time, he has accepted this kind of life.

So does Tony.

"Open your mouth and swallow them." Ethan was half persuading and half ordering, Tony obediently swallowed the colorful pills with water, and then remembered to ask what they were.

"Antibacterials, you can avoid infection with them. You must know that the surgical environment was very crude. I always thought it was lucky that you survived." Ethan shook his head.Put away the changed bandages and send them to the cabin ahead.

Now there are only Tony and Eric. Although it is autumn and he is at a high altitude, Eric does not feel cold. He is sitting on the seat opposite Tony, wearing only a shirt on his upper body.The lower body is a pair of jeans, the waist is straight and straight, and it looks very energetic.

Mr. Tony looked at each other, then at himself, and suddenly felt that the borrowed military overcoat he was wearing looked very inappropriate. The frayed coat with loose buttons, dirty and tattered boots, although he could not see Fluffy hair that can be felt even by hand.It all made him feel terrible.

Now he felt more and more disliked by Eric.

"Hey. I really envy mutants." Tony pretended to be talking to himself. "They are not afraid of the cold or get sick, and they can recover quickly even if they are injured. It is said that they can survive a nuclear explosion. Is there anything else they can't do?"

His words seemed to be praising, but his tone seemed to be evaluating the cockroaches.

"Do you want to join us? Maybe I can think of a way for you." Eric replied casually. Inside was Tony's first-generation armor. Except for the mask, which was blown to nowhere, the rest of the parts were basically collected. Tony refused the military's inspection request and insisted on taking them on the plane, probably to transport them back to himself. Keep it in the mansion as a souvenir.

"No." Tony refused. "My dad used to tell me to be proud of myself, and I always remember his words."

"Good point," Eric praised. "But I have many habits, and nostalgia is not one of them."

Tony snorted, wiped his nose, and suddenly felt that his lines had been robbed, so he planned to change the subject to regain his psychological advantage.

"What are you looking at?" he asked Eric, who was still sideways to him.

"Some interesting things." Eric's gaze seemed to penetrate the wooden box and see directly into the box.

"That's mine." Tony emphasized his rights.

"Just take it." Eric shrugged and looked away.

The general structure is already clear. Tony’s invention is not particularly outstanding. The fragile joints still cannot withstand severe impacts, and the hard material is not tough enough. The procedure is simple and easy, but it is far from reaching his later height. What is mentioned is the unique energy system, which makes the mech no longer cumbersome, and truly has a humanoid combat form.At this moment, the most valuable luminous top is mounted on the owner's chest, and you can see it when you turn around.

"You want to plagiarize my design? I thought mutants were primitive people far from science, or Amish elders who rejected modern civilization. Are you sure you can understand it?" Tony raised his legs proudly, Star Ke Industry has had contact with the academy, and it has continued to this day. He has some understanding of the academy, but this does not prevent him from despising this group.

"That's because scientists have brought us harm, but we don't reject science." Eric replied lightly.

"Like?" Tony said aggressively, wanting to laugh at him whenever he could.

"My company, for example, is about to launch a new product." Eric said, putting back the empty glass, and he only drank one glass of any kind of wine at a time.

"Your company?" Tony suddenly became interested. He grabbed the wine beside Eric and poured himself a glass. "Hell, who am I talking to, a CEO, or a philosopher?"

"Neither, you are just dealing with the new Magneto. Please forgive me if it scares you, but there is no reason for us to live in the roles that others give us, is there?" Eric replied calmly , Tony showed a dismissive attitude.

"That's your freedom, tell me about your product, or those floating tables and chairs, or have you researched a mutagen that turns humans into mutants?"

"Neither. I think you need to re-acquaint Osborne Industries." Eric said gently, some arrangements were related to Tony, but Tony didn't know anything. Watch him step by step in the established direction , this feeling is very interesting.

"Osborn? Norman's company, it fell into your hands?" Tony raised his eyebrows. He didn't care about some things, but it didn't mean he couldn't guess.

"It's still in Harry's hands, I'm just helping." Seeing the other party's laughing appearance, Eric shook his head. "You don't need this kind of expression. I spent money and provided ideas and the most important production materials. In return, of course I will take my own share, just like the relationship between the Stark family and Stark Industries. , except that Osborne did not change to my last name, that's all."

"Very generous," Tony commented, raising his glass to Eric.

Seeing the wine being drunk, Eric clapped his hands as if suddenly remembering it.

"Tony?" He called the arms dealer's name affectionately, and the other party choked violently.

"I forgot to remind you that you can't drink alcohol with the antibacterial medicine you're taking." He pointed to the cup, and Tony's face changed color quickly.

"Ugh, you did it on purpose." The arms dealer stood up and rushed to the bathroom, just passing by Ethan who was returning to the cabin.

"What's wrong with him?" Ethan adjusted his glasses and asked in surprise.

"I think his cold is getting worse." Eric laughed.

In the following time, Tony Stark closed his eyes and fell asleep, or chatted with Ethan, but refused to talk to Eric again, and he stood up a little excitedly until the plane landed.

The cabin door opened slowly, and the first thing Tony saw after returning to the mainland was the assistant lady whose hair was blown by the wind.

"Be careful where you step." Ethan reminded the cellmate, he knew how excited Tony was, but at this moment his friend didn't care about his reminder, his eyes were full of the figure of the man standing in the wind.

Seeing that Tony was safe and sound, Pepper sniffled with a smile, and she was also losing her composure at the moment.

"What's wrong with your eye sockets? It's been a long time since the boss moved you?" Tony teased her deliberately.

"I'm crying with joy, I hate looking for a job." Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Pepper countered.

The stone has finally hit the ground, and now they can rest easy.

In the distance, a group of people were walking quickly, most of them were reporters, but Eric also saw his former ally Obadi who was walking in the front. Under the proposal of Obadai, they rushed over to the military airport together. Obadai felt uneasy after knowing that Eric had intervened in it, and the reporters planned to get first-hand information about the attack from Tony.

Soon the major shareholders of the company and the chief executive embraced each other. Under the flashlight, they patted each other's backs intimately, and then took a group photo with smiles on their faces.

"Thank you Eric." Pepper took this opportunity to come over and thank Eric.

"Tony is an amazing person." Eric didn't say much, and now Tony has held a press conference on the spot, and while biting the hamburger the driver brought him, he announced a major decision.

"...I never said goodbye to my father. I wanted to ask him how he felt about producing ammunition, whether he had struggled, been shaken, or that he was as cold-blooded as the news reported." Tony paused , the flash lights up continuously. "I saw young people in America die with the weapons I made to protect them, and I saw myself becoming a part of this disenfranchised system. I saw, I saw, that I was better than making weapons. There is much more to offer the world, so with immediate effect, I am closing Stark's weapons manufacturing plant."

Hearing this, the people present were in an uproar. (to be continued~^~)