Before His Excellency the Minister made this high-level statement, someone in another secret base had already obtained more detailed information than the person in charge of the research institute.

A man in monocles was sitting in a chair looking at the report under a red octopus-like skull and snake foot emblem, and after a moment he finished reading it, dropped it down and asked the man standing respectfully next to him.

"What's that going to do over there?"

The man standing immediately replied: "They pushed the matter to the Pentagon." ”

The man with monocle snorted from his nose.

"Time is really a weapon to kill the will, I didn't expect this general to become a slippery old bureaucrat, so what are your conclusions? I hope you don't follow the example of that side, that will disappoint me. ”

His words made his men hesitate.

"Your Excellency, we tend to do it with mutants, and they have always been the biggest variable in our plans."

"Which mutant? Is there a definite answer to the one inside the prison, or the one outside, or the little one in the academy? The monocle man was not satisfied with his subordinate's reply, but it was clear from his words that he knew more than the head of the institute, and that Lorna's deposit did not escape his attention.

Hearing his boss's question, his subordinates were even more difficult, this matter was indeed strange, it really seemed as if there was a ghost commanding the armor, those movements were precise, the quick reactions, and the incredible mannerisms that appeared were really like ghosts, otherwise there was no reason to explain. But the problem is that he understands that his boss is a person who ignores ghosts and gods, and this statement is never acceptable. And it doesn't work any other way, maybe the military can pass the buck, but he doesn't have the guts: the organization is not a charity, and if he makes a small mistake, he may be doomed.

The subordinate was nervous for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and replied, "Maybe a third party did it." Max Eisenhart was under our surveillance at all times, and the peak output of the one outside was much lower than his, the little girl was even lower, and they were all too far away, if they could do this, they would have rushed in and killed us. So we can only maintain this point of view, after all, there are many mutants who are outside the scope of our observation. As a last resort, he made a judgment similar to that of the military. During this time, he mentioned Magneto's little-known real name, and pointed out the weaknesses of Eric and Lona, although the tone was not flattering, but the boss didn't care, maybe he just didn't want to be deceived by his subordinates, and didn't care much about whether the answer was correct or not.

The single-lens man nodded, but did not fully agree with his subordinates, intending to use it to further cement his majesty.

"I can accept your explanation with reservations, but don't underestimate mutants. We have some knowledge of them, but we know almost nothing about psychic control and magnetism, and can only make superficial judgments based on superficial phenomena. Even William Stryker and Bolívar Trask know us better than we do, and they ----" Speaking of these two men, the man gave his men a cold look and continued, "---- and they have not been used by me because of your rejection, so we can't make a conclusion about it. The subordinate bent down deeply and did not dare to look at each other, and his body trembled as if it was being blown by the north wind.

Fortunately, the man did not continue to pursue and talked to himself.

"Except for the guy who died in the Cuban crisis in 1962, it's hard to get to the bottom of these people. I want you to keep observing, and don't let go of the slightest clue. I have a hunch that it will still appear, and unless it's really a ghost, the person behind the scenes will always be in front of us. ”

He stood up, walked over to a globe, and flicked it to make it spin quickly.

"Neither mutants nor ghosts can stop us, we are destined to dominate this planet."

"Long live the hydra!" The subordinates stopped working one after another, and reflexively stood up and shouted.

While there was a lot of talk from the outside world, Eric never went out, claiming that he was continuing the unfinished renovation work, but in fact he was observing Captain Pocky in the spirit world.

The last time he came into contact with that mysterious and great being in the universe through Qin's body, his abilities have undergone some subtle changes. This change does not make him stronger, but makes him more sensitive. Just like a person who only knew black and white in the past, he was suddenly miraculously ignited, and realized that there were still colorful things in the world, so those small changes and vague fluctuations could no longer escape his eyes, and he was able to enter and exit the kingdom of magnetism at will, and expand his territory outward.

Captain Curtis's soul magnetic field is an unexpected manifestation of this progress.

It's a pity that not everyone has the same steady fluctuations as he did when he was alive, and his soul was too damaged to even break into two parts, one with strong emotional fluctuations, and the other with a stable and weak spiritual core. Neither side can be called an independent and complete soul.

Eric had no choice but to take care of them and keep them from dissipating.

The side with strong fluctuations is a little better, although it is a source of water, but with the power of Eric, even if it is full of anger, it is relatively active, and the other side is much more troublesome, except for Eric's ability to give it a little stimulation when he sketches the image of his wife and daughter in his mind, it no longer reacts to any other changes.

Maybe eventually two personalities will appear, one violent and ferocious, the other absolutely indifferent.

That wasn't a bad thing, though, and Eric found a suitable use for them.

The violent one can continue to play the role of a ghost machine, often haunting the outside, and many things that are inconvenient for him and his students to do, can be done by fake hands, so that even the professor is difficult to detect.

The indifferent side is like a blank sheet of paper at Eric's mercy, and when he puts his power in, this blank sheet of paper leaves his mark, like a semi-independent doppelganger, connected to Eric's mind through an extremely secret bond of guò. In time, it could become another hole card for Eric.

Perhaps it can continue the identity of the past and bring unexpected benefits to itself with the new life of a deceased.

Eric stared at them for a moment, then exited the mental space.

He needed to make a long trip to get a fitting coat for the two children.

Two days later, he returned, no one knew that he had been to another world, and after a lot of effort, he finally caught a stowaway from a future world, a machine man who was trying to destroy the human race, and the janitor Ben Parker thought he had gone to the academy, and now he saw Eric's figure, and hurriedly came out to open the door for him.

"Mr. Eric, are you back?" Ben asked earnestly, he had saved him single-handedly, and he was grateful to him.

"Hello, Ben", Eric greeted the old man with a smile. "You look good."

"Thanks to you, life is leisurely." Ben happily replied, and Eric asked casually when he saw that he still had a newspaper in his hand.

"Is there any news recently, I went back to the college and felt like I was in the countryside, although it was quiet and peaceful, but the news was closed, I don't know if there is anything new recently."

"It's nothing special, it's just trivial." Ban replied. "I've been talking about the ghost armor of West New York for the past few days, and I don't know if it's really happening, and besides, it's only Columbia University that has a mess, which is not good news."

Eric took the newspaper from Ben's hand, and sure enough, as he said, there was nothing worth mentioning.

There was only one thing that caught his attention, and that was a wanted post.

Lancer Valentine, a young but withdrawn genius metallurgical scientist at Columbia University who is on the run after killing two of his colleagues over a quarrel.

If I'm not mistaken, Eric had just met this man on a nearby bench, and the genius scientist was so bold that he put on makeup and walked around under the policeman's nose, but unfortunately he couldn't hide it from Eric's eyes, which was a godsend.

"I think it'll love it, Mr. Valentine." Eric stared at the melancholy face on the newspaper and whispered, and was about to go upstairs, when Ban patted his head and remembered something, and quickly called out to him.

"The day before yesterday, Harry's father, Mr. Norman Osborne, sent an invitation to him tonight, inviting you to his reception tonight, because I can't contact you, so I have the opportunity to give it to you now, I don't know if it's too late, please don't forget it."

Ben said, handing over an invitation.

Eric thanked him and walked to the top floor, ignoring the invitation, but first released the man from his watch.

As soon as the handsome policeman-like man appeared, he lunged at Eric, his memory still stuck in the moment before he was captured, and he didn't understand how helpless liquid metal was against a magnetic manipulator like Eric.

He quickly understood this.

Eric stretched out his hand to the two sides, and the machine on the opposite side seemed to be held in mid-air by two invisible giant hands, and then tore it apart from the middle, the handsome face gradually deformed under the violent tearing, and there was a squeaky metal wear sound in the body, the sharp and piercing feeling was like being carved on glass, making people's teeth feel sore.

The man howled loudly, his voice echoing through the sealed rooftop hall, and though he didn't feel pain, his surface mimicry mechanism allowed him to simulate human instinct well, until a little silver, shiny metal appeared in the crack above his head.

Then with a hiss, his whole body cracked, and his bones broke free of the silver muscles and wanted to stab him, but how could Eric let him get his wish, a gentle scolding, and the bones fell to the ground like semi-hot soft wax, struggling more and more slowly, until they turned into a puddle of mercury-like liquid, rolling on the ground.

Eric put away half of the liquid silver, took out a small pink ball, and gently placed it into the liquid on the ground.

The ball trembled slightly, like some kind of weak animal embryo, but when it came into contact with the puddle of liquid, it suddenly became excited, and its round body trembled, and the degree of speed became faster and faster, and the liquid immersed in it also decreased to a degree visible to the naked eye, until it was completely exhausted.

After drinking the last bit of liquid, the ball burped contentedly, and now it looked like a white and fat ball of meat, and if it weren't for Eric's own hands to put that violent and manic soul fragment into it, he couldn't believe it would be this guy now.

Sensing the outside of the building, where a fugitive dressed as a homeless man was still there, Eric smiled, pointed the newspaper to the ball, and opened the window.

It won't be long before a new ghost is born.

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