Breaking away from the noisy crowd, I came to the corner of the factory and was empty.

"Looks like I'm late." Looking at the clearing, only the branches and fallen leaves had been broken by the wind, Eric said regretfully, and there were only a pair of vague footprints on the ground in front of him, proving that there were indeed people standing here.

Further ahead is the fence that separates the factory from the outside world, next to a few evergreen North American redwoods, and occasionally a bold sparrow pokes its head out, looks at the people below and then quickly retracts.

"Do you see what he looks like?" Eric looked up and asked the sparrow casually, but the little thing couldn't answer, and it flickered its eyes, and then shyly jumped to the treetops and hid its head in the leaves.

Eric shrugged his shoulders, now relying on his own eyes to look at the marks left behind and see if he could get any clues.

The footprints left here are less than a foot long, and the ratio of foot length to height is about six feet or more. He stepped on the ground next to him again, and judging by the depth of the footprints, the other party was moderately weighted, no more than one hundred and eighty pounds. Since the entire factory had been specially arranged by Eric, every unusual movement caught his attention, so he was sure that no strange person had ever walked through the gate with his senses. Then the comers were either already mixed in with the crowd, or flew directly over the high wall.

At first he thought it was the latter, but the subtle fluctuations on the scene reminded Eric that there was a third possibility.

That is, the other party directly ignored the distance barrier and moved here from somewhere else.

Through the magnetic field vision, Eric can still see faint ripples in the void - not long ago, someone had passed through the spatial passage that Guò had improvised to construct.

This is not a good thing at the moment, all people who have the ability to move in space are not easy to deal with, they are not necessarily very strong, but they will definitely be difficult to entangle. Facing the closed passage of space, Eric was silent for a moment. If the professor hadn't hinted that the other party's goal was him, he would have left the factory and sent all the students back.

Now you just need to face the crisis on your own.

While Eric was observing the tracks, a young man approached from behind, and John's current mentor left alone, guessing that something strange was happening, so he rushed over as well.

"Boss?" Without rushing closer, John first looked at his surroundings and stopped in the distance to whisper a reminder.

"It's okay." Eric turned and spread his hands out to him. "It's safe."

"Who is it?" Hear safely. Frostman relaxed a little, and he slowly walked over and stood next to his mentor, then noticed the footprints as well.

For a moment, John's mind flashed through a lot of speculation—agents of secret agencies, local thugs who were bribed, or mysterious strongmen with bad intentions, as if many people were suspicious, but these footprints alone did not explain anything.

The young student was at a loss, but fortunately there was someone to remind him.

"If it's a bear. It pounces with its claws and waves, and if it's a snake, it's more accustomed to spitting venom around its body. Since there was nothing to do, it was probably a vulture passing by. When it sees people gathered, it wants to see if there is any chance, and since there is no chance, maybe it will leave again. Eric replied lightly. Walk slowly back with the students.

"Bears and snakes—what are we?" John clenched his fists, and he was on his own during this time, having had a pretty good time in Boston. It had not been a long time since he had personally felt hostility, and a sudden resentment of being despised suddenly welled up in his heart.

Eric chuckled softly, the young man still a little impulsive.

"Of course not, we're the masters here." He comforts the most loyal students. "No matter how powerful the bear is and how insidious the snake is, it can only become our prey in the end."

"The strength of the bear is too great to be done by one person." John asked tentatively, then was interrupted by his mentor.

"Ordinary people can't, but we're different." Eric patted the young man on the shoulder. "Don't worry about me, it's different from the last time, I won't risk it again this time."

His attitude is very resolute, so this topic is here. The affairs of Boston were still presided over by John, and there was no reason to distract him any more.

After explaining some of the situation to the Burning Man, Eric left the factory, looking at the back of his mentor, John fell silent, he instinctively felt that his opponent was not as weak as his mentor described, otherwise he would not refuse his temptation. For enemies with the right strength, the mentor will hand it over to himself or Babi like a cat and mouse to deal with, allowing them to gain actual combat experience, but this time it is not. It can be seen that this enemy, whom he has never met, must be quite tricky, and this realization makes him feel powerless again.

If before this, John was proud of his achievements in Boston, and felt that he could share the worries of his mentor and hold up a piece of the sky for his compatriots, now he really feels that this kind of achievement is just a castle on the beach, and he must rely on the power of his mentor to continue, otherwise a wave will blow and all achievements will be destroyed and disappear.

"I need more power." John gritted his teeth and whispered, turning back to the factory.

It was a bit overcast in Boston today, and Eric drove all the way south, without the beautiful scenery of the Northeast that is common in autumn, and at the moment the high highway was lined with primeval forests that had lost their leaves, and the occasional evergreen tree streaked in front of him, which would lift the spirits of tired people.

The peeping gaze did not appear again, as if it had never existed, and there was nothing unusual in the more than two hundred miles from north of Boston to New York, but Eric's assessment of danger was raised a notch.

He could confirm that the professor was right, that this was a difficult fellow. If he doesn't make a move now, he must be hiding in the shadows, following him through some unknown means, and he wants to put pressure on himself until a good time arises.

There was no word all the way, and when Eric returned to Manhattan, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was a little dark, and a middle-aged man with white hair was coming out of the office.

Eric immediately recognized it as the scientist of the same name that Coulson had introduced him to at the Sky Palace. Servig.

"Hello, Doctor. Eric greeted Servig from afar, and the frowning astronomer saw him with a sudden look of delight on his face.

"Hey Eric, it's a pleasure to meet you." The doctor took a step forward and held Eric's hand tightly.

"Is there anything I can do for me?" Eric asked bluntly, having already learned something about the astronomer's personality during the last meeting.

"I'm here to ask you for help." Servig replied frankly.

"Isn't it more convenient for S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Eric didn't mean to shirk, but he was a little curious, Coulson and the Eric in front of him didn't seem to be strangers, what was there that the official was inconvenient to interfere with and needed him to do?

The problem lies with the official - Servig replied.

"Do you remember when I told you about a friend who studied gamma rays?" Seeing that there was no one around, the doctor asked quietly.

"yes, Coulson was there at the time." Eric nodded, vaguely guessing what the Doctor was trying to say.

"That friend later had a bit of a change, and after being taken away by S.H.I.E.L.D., he managed to escape to Brazil. He recently returned to the United States, was in trouble in New York, and now wants to ask for your asylum. As he spoke, the doctor handed Eric a photograph of a large green man.

"This is your friend?" Eric marveled as if he had never seen the Hulk before. "How tall is he, is there a seven-foot?"

"Maybe more than that." Servig observed his face for a moment, but saw no look of disgust, so he relaxed a little. "It's only like this when he transforms, and he's usually no different from an ordinary person. This is a kind-hearted guy who has been hiding everywhere to avoid hurting others, but no matter where he escapes, there are always people trying to capture my friends. I thought I'd never see him again, but we met again not too long ago, and when I remembered that the newspaper said it was open to accepting mutants, I convinced him to try his luck here. I can understand if you have concerns, and just want to ask you to keep it a secret for us. ”

"Trust me, doctor." Eric didn't hesitate and agreed. "We are always willing to lend a helping hand to all innocent compatriots who are persecuted, and I will be his strong support, no matter who he is facing."

"Thank you very much." Servig happily shook his hand. "I'll tell him the good news now."

"Let's go together." Eric beckoned to stop a yellow cab, eager to see the legend as much as he could.

Bruce. Banner, while researching technology for the military, accidentally suffered from a gamma ray contamination genetic mutation created by him, which was originally a project to use biotechnology to improve combat capabilities, but Banner himself was unaware, while conducting scientific research on him, Banner's anger caused his body to change rapidly, and instantly turned into a tall, powerful green giant, wounding his girlfriend and her father, General Ross, and fled.

Banner is not a mutant, but Eric is eager to bring him over to study the mysteries of the transformation, so when Servig misunderstands mutants because he doesn't understand them, Eric doesn't explain. As for the side that threatened Banner - this was a secret study, and the military would not be willing to reveal the truth, with his power to deter it, and Guò Fury's mediation would not necessarily fail to make General Ross give in, and if successful, would greatly increase his own strength.

Eric thought hopefully, then pounced.

The hiding place was empty, and Banner left his friend again. (To be continued!)

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