While Tony and Pepper hugged each other and cheered, Eric had quietly left, he was no longer needed, and he helped Tony, who was similar to himself, to say goodbye to his past. 《

From now on, he's just the new Magneto for mutants.

Soaring high into the sky and shouting in the golden morning light, Eric turned and flew back to Manhattan, where he was home.

***

On this early winter morning, Syllo. Wang jogged alone along the path in the factory, Boston was a little cold this season, but he could handle it because he was a mutant.

The biracial father was a surgeon who studied medicine in the United States and had children here, and his mother, an internist, awakened her abilities as a child due to an inexplicable high fever.

He was lucky compared to other mutant children, his parents did not treat him as a monster, but loved him as always, and did not hesitate to quit his good salary for his safety, and the family moved to live in sparsely populated Iceland.

There, Shello studied medicine under the tutelage of his parents and began to study how to control his abilities, which was the happiest time of his life, but just when he was able to control his abilities, his parents decided to participate in the Doctors Without Borders campaign to help those in need.

Then came the tragedy, when terrorists raided a medical camp while working in Afghanistan, and when Shirlo rushed back, all he saw was the bodies of his parents. Angry, he used his abilities for revenge, and when the red-eyed Syllo killed the last enemy, he sadly saw that he was getting farther and farther away from his parents' teachings.

He later returned to the United States, to his mother's hometown of West Virginia, where he lived in a state of daunting for a while, and then followed his fellow mutants who had been driven away to distant Manhattan, where they believed they would get help from their own people.

Walk through an overgrown trail. Sillow ran close to the edge of the factory, and while he couldn't see anything outside the walls, he knew that some ordinary people were outside.

This time they would not be expelled by the stubborn conservative forces, and the big man in Manhattan sheltered them and sent them to the famous city, where the factory belonged entirely to the gentleman, so they didn't have to worry about anyone throwing stones at their home in the middle of the night.

Although the peace laws had been enacted, there were still many differences between the Inner Six states and the coastal areas, and those of the same age in Hirlo, New York, were even considered part of the heroes, cheering together whenever they appeared after the gentleman. And West Virginia, eight hundred miles away from them, is hell for mutants.

Nothing had changed here, and the bills were like gold coins sprinkled from the sky, falling in the eager gazes of their compatriots, yet when they seemed to be within reach, a transparent ceiling blocked them.

Hillo knew that those lovely golden rays would never fall.

Mutants are still scared, maybe no one will be forced to burn down their houses, but the homeless are still homeless, they are no longer Americans. It's not white, black, or yellow, but it's a different kind of gypsy floating on the Big 6 in North America, where the caravan is their home and the desolate wilderness is their land.

Sillo ran slowly. His muscles tensed, and his eyes were filled with the story of his mother's house being burned down by a malicious neighbor, after he inadvertently leaked his abilities to his friends at a young age, and then was constantly harassed by the mob. When he angrily intervenes to keep himself safe, the local sheriff shows up and a prison van transports away young people who are unwilling to resist.

The pace doesn't stop. Shirlo ran into the dense forest of the factory area, where the light suddenly dimmed, just like his mood.

Beaten, abused, and experienced human injustice for the first time in his life at the police station, when he was finally released on bail by his mother's former friend, what awaited him was a smoke-smoking ruin.

Even his last memories were lost.

Syllo had forgotten what he had done since then, and when he came to his senses again, he was taken in by a wandering mutant family disguised as a circus.

The eccentric-looking and goofy man is the father, the rude but kind woman is the mother, and they take in several children with different personalities and a few interesting pets, where Shirlo once again experiences the warmth of family and even gets his first love, until they pass through a small town when a sister who has no ability to control her good is exposed by a knowledgeable person.

The glow of that night's fires still linger in Syllo's mind.

The young man's hand waved unconsciously, and the nearby bushes suddenly fell out of thin air, and the branches and leaves turned into gas under the effect of his ability, and soon drifted into the wind.

The blow made Syllo sulk, as if he had brought down an invisible enemy and once again succeeded in bringing his family out of danger.

Leaving that crazy town, the mutant family rushed to a camp where their compatriots gathered, and although it was very remote and hard, there were no ordinary people running to attack. I don't know how long this kind of day lasted, and people who were out of society were not used to watching time, until one day some good guy ventured to New York to meet the mutant savior in the name of the West Virginia mutant representative, and he brought back good news.

"From now on, we are free." Hillo will never forget that face, which was so ecstatic that he was distorted.

That day, the people in the camp seemed to be set on fire, and an unreliable promise from an assistant made them get carried away with all their possessions, burn down the remaining camp, and depart for New York in high spirits.

How many times had Shirlo wanted to shout a warning not to put all his hopes in others, but when he saw the thick exhaustion in those eyes, he couldn't say anything to stop them.

It's a group of people who are near the end of their rope and have their last hope in that bustling metropolis, either to find a glimmer of life or to have a sensational death.

From then on, Hillo prayed as reverently as never before, and he was willing to pay a price to redeem the fate of this group, even if it meant that he would perish forever.

Fortunately, the situation he feared did not come to life, and the gentleman selflessly reached out to help.

Sillo couldn't hold back his tears as he listened to the gentleman's speech and watched his companions cheer wildly, and from that day on, they finally had a home of their own.

Even if this place is still barren, he is confident that he will build a better tomorrow with his own hands.

Keep moving along the path, Syllo. The king finally ran out of the forest, and when he left the shadows, the golden morning light shone in his face, and the smell of the sea was unusually fresh after the cold wind had subsided all night, and the young man breathed heavily, and suddenly his heart was indescribably excited.

"Hey, Shirlo, come and eat, and then Mr. Paro will come and see us." One of his companions saw him from afar and immediately beckoned to Sillo.

Shirlo recognized the man, it was Zhou, a compatriot from Mississippi, who was a half-race like him, and the same blood relationship quickly warmed up over others from the same state.

"I'm coming, Ryktor." Syllo responded loudly, subconsciously glanced back at the black and oppressive dense forest behind him, and walked quickly forward.

John. Alledes. Paruo is the host of this base, although his name as "Burning Man" after leaving New York has no advantage over Johnny Thunderbolt in another team, but with the words and deeds of his mentor, John still has a good grasp of the situation.

When he first came to this historic city, Babi's fame was even greater than him, after all, he was born locally, and the iceman was not good at using his fame to get more benefits, but John had a way to make a name for himself, in a third-level fire, in the face of the rapidly spreading fire, the firefighters who arrived at the scene could not control it, and immediately reported to the command center, and the fire chief, who had accepted donations from mutants, tried to contact John while mobilizing personnel and vehicles, The firefighters were taken by surprise by the fire man who then arrived at the scene.

"Not only did he save the trapped people, but he also allowed us to reduce the damage." The firefighters were convinced.

Not long ago, a second-class fire killed two firefighters while fighting a building fire, and several other firefighters were injured.

After this incident, John quickly became a city hero in Boston, although he was not very interested in going out all day to rescue ordinary people, but in order to get better cooperation, he still reached some tacit agreement with the fire department to help them in the event of an uncontrollable fire.

After solving the image problem, John focused more on the factory near Portland, where there are many peers, although the ability is generally not developed, but some of them still have a high potential, and John is eager to include them in his team and lead them as his mentor taught him.

"Sillo, Ryctor, you two come with me, let's go see where the progress of the construction party is." Following Eric's tone, John gently nodded to the two impressive compatriots and led them out of the group.

The sharp-eyed Hillo is a man with a story, John has already learned some things about him from the side, and the baby-faced Rector is a guy with a variety of abilities, although the ability is too complex and diverse and may lead to every talent not being well displayed, but John himself was not a student with low potential at the beginning, "only useless mentors, no useless talents" - the words of the mentor John has always kept in mind.

John was in a very good mood when he turned away with his chosen ones under the envious gaze of those left behind, and he knew that he was following in the footsteps of his mentor. (To be continued!)

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