In the end, Eric didn't take the helmet that could block psychic power, and since the professor returned the helmet to the Brotherhood, let it remain in Raven's possession. He carefully sensed the internal structure of this treasure and the materials that made it up, and kept every bit of information in mind, maybe one day it would come in handy.

Although he didn't want that day to come, it was always beneficial to prepare.

When everything was done and the appointed time was approaching, Eric and Raven left separately before the official doctor returned, and after saying goodbye to each other, he stopped the taxi at the gate of the hospital.

The car still has the famous yellow bug look, with nycTaxI spray-painted on the bright yellow body, and their fame has long since spread along with the fame of the New York metropolis, and as part of its class of 12,187 cars, its owner is a cheerful and talkative immigrant with an accent like most drivers.

"Mr. Eric?" Eric sat in the co-pilot's seat, and the black driver, who had just come out of his youth and whose fluff had not yet faded, did not move the car, but turned his head to stare at him for a while and asked.

"It's me." Eric was a little surprised, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he was so famous that he could be recognized by anyone who took a cab.

The driver smiled apologetically, and he drove slowly away from the hospital gate.

"I'm from the Bronx, and I was there the last time you put out a fire." He spun the wheel and explained. "My friend is also a taxi driver, he lives in the burning building, and his whole family was trapped on the roof of the building when the accident happened, and you saved his wife and two children from the air."

I see, Eric casually asked, "Are they okay?" ”

"Yay. No one can get their life back for nothing, and no one can fail to thank God, and of course you. The driver smiled, and he was sincerely happy that his friend had escaped bad luck. The insurance company lost him a sum of money, plus his original income, and now he is in a single place. Bought a house in the neighborhood and lived a middle-class life---- I was told he should have done it a long time ago. Now he finally understands that life is limited, and that it is only by spending money that he can be happy. ”

"Makes sense." Eric smiled. "Money should have provided enough for the master, otherwise why gather them."

The car turned a corner and onto the road to Westchester, and as the car gradually increased, the street trees on both sides flashed like marquees, leaving far behind.

When he met the legendary hero, the driver was in high spirits and kept chatting with Eric about mutants.

"I don't hide it from you, since that day on, many of my friends have taken you as an idol, my brother is just thirteen years old, he is very envious of your abilities, he is bent on being a mutant, he can fly into the sky like you, my mother finally persuaded him not to make stupid attempts. And I'm the same, I pay attention to your news, I collect a lot of news reports from the newspapers, on TV, I read the reporter's interview with you and cut it out and stick it on the wall, and your words are really right. He snapped the steering wheel and shouted. How can we divide people who are originally equal into classes, isolate God's people, and let one group rule over another, we should get along with each other as equals and help each other. ”

"Yes, such a spirit should be promoted", Eric nodded: "All for one, one for all." ”

"Well said, that's the soul of the musketeer." The driver laughed and repeated the famous phrase: "All for me, I for all---- I love Dumas to death." ”

As he spoke, he released his hand from the steering wheel, gestured for a musket, and made a "thump" sound, and then thought of himself as a swordsman, wielding a slender thorny sword that did not contain zài, and fought hard with some imaginary enemy in the void, only to stop after a minute or two.

His body shook so badly that it was hard for him to hold the steering wheel with one hand, and the car was still driving so steadily. Eric thought silently.

When the driver's excitement passed, he calmed down for a moment, then pretended to be casual and asked about the people he really cared about.

"May I ask the name of the lady who is traveling with you?" He glanced sideways at Eric, his dark face not showing the red of the blood gushing, but the nervousness in his eyes betrayed his mood. "The silver-headed one, she's so pretty."

Eric laughed, this time with a good-natured tease. Auroro has always been so popular, she is shrewd and capable, and she has a sassy and heroic spirit that radiates from the inside out, and she is full of love for children, both adults and children. She's the kind of person who never gives you a sense of threat, but before you know it, you feel like you're close to her. She is like a breeze, quietly dwelling in your heart.

"She's Auroro." He replied with a smile, and the driver felt even more embarrassed when he heard his laughter, and he tensed his face and sat down to concentrate on driving the car, crossing two more forks in the road before relaxing.

"You must be lovers, I've watched the video many times, and the way she looks at you is very unusual, I think she must like you very much." After the excitement, the driver was a little lost and muttered quietly. He was still a young man, only slightly older than John and Barbie, and his love was like the weather in June, which came and went as fast as it came. "Ordinary people like me can only look up to her from afar and hope that she is happy. Please don't live up to her kindness. He became quick to take a stand, and turned to Eric as if he were a younger brother who was about to marry his sister.

To this admirer of Auroro, Eric could only nod his head, he vaguely coped with the past, and then chatted along the way, and the time passed quickly.

Passing through the town, the academy was in front of them, when the driver looked in the rearview mirror and pointed to a car behind them and asked Eric.

"Is that car in the back your friend's, he's been following us around several times." The car he was pointing to was a black Ford, about fifty meters from the taxi. In fact, it had been following since it came out of the hospital, but Eric ignored it.

"Looks like I'm going to get off early, give you the money." Eric counted the money and tips and handed them to the person next to him, but the driver didn't take them, he pulled over to the side of the road and pulled out a business card from his body.

"Will you ever save people in the future?" The driver asked.

"As long as there is a need." Eric replied.

"Then I can't take your money, it will make my conscience upset." The driver insisted on refusing, but Eric was not pretentious, and he took the business card from the driver.

"I usually run this road, please call me if you have something, I am honored to walk with heroes." The driver gestured to "phone" in his ear, looked at the black car that stopped behind him, and whispered: "I can't help much, take care." ”

Eric waved him away, then picked up his business card and looked at it, in the middle of which was a yellow taxi with a line written in black underneath: "Me or Cheetah, which one is faster to reach the finish line---- 瓤恕だ锟? Twin???? "Thank you>, Snake. Eric said to the taxi in the distance, then turned and walked backwards.

"Now let me see who you are." He came to the front of the Ford, stood still and did not speak, and after ten seconds, the door opened, and a somewhat familiar man stepped down.

This person is wearing sunglasses, burly and with a cold expression, from the outside, he could have run for the title of Terminator with another gentleman, but an unspeakable anxiety ruined his temperament, especially after taking off his sunglasses, his heart can no longer be hidden, those eyes are red, the eyes are black, and there is a circle of beard around his mouth, I don't know if he hasn't trimmed it for a few days.

"Jester Warren", Eric remembers the man, and they had two sides of the coin.

"It's me." The man replied that he seemed very calm now, not at all as cautious as he had been in the face of the enemy on the first two occasions.

Eric passed by him and got into the car.

"Find a suitable place." He commanded, and Jester obeyed him as if he were following Stryker's orders.

After turning around, they came to a street café, which was not remote, but was in the middle of a street, crowded by taverns and pastry shops on both sides, and looked very unremarkable.

At this time, there were not many customers in the store, and there were only a few rows of tables separated from their place before some customers were chatting, and the waiters brought coffee and walked back, lazily lying on the table, boring watching TV shows to beat the time.

Eric asked for a latte, as did Mr. Jester, but even if he was given a cup of concentrated sulfuric acid, he would have to drink it before it was wrong.

"This is the third time we've met." Eric gets straight to the point. "The first time we met, you followed Mr. Stryker as his accomplice, and you were almost out of breath by my iron rope; The second time was at the bottom of Lake Al Khali, when I led men in, and you stood in front of the chief as if you were going to die with us. Today is the third time, and you drove behind me alone until near the academy, and you are not afraid that I will kill you, the murderer of persecuting your compatriots? ”

Jester lowered his head and kept turning the cup, his hand loosening and clenching, then releasing again.

He finally made up his mind and was about to speak, when Eric interrupted him.

"Let me guess, Mr. Warren." Eric stared into his eyes and said slowly. "You came out of the hospital alone, and it seems that you had a relationship with it as a person; When you got in the car, I saw that you were holding a couple of pieces in your hand, it seems that you or someone from your acquaintance became a patient, this person would not be you, otherwise you can go to a military hospital or something, then the patient is your family, what disease did they have? ”

Eric didn't let Mr. Warren answer, he spoke to himself.

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