Miss Reporter's lesson was very timely, because the next day before dawn, the media reporters touched the front of the office building, they set up cameras, held microphones and interview books, desperately trying to fight their way out of the ranks of their peers, preferably all the way into the mouths of mutants. ［

This delusion almost did it, and Ben was squeezed back by them, but fortunately Peter picked up his uncle in time and then forcibly locked people out with his strong body.

Eric's news came and held a press conference, at which he was interviewed by reporters, during which there were all kinds of intrigues needless to mention, in short, there were still reporters who refused to leave from before sunrise until the afternoon, and as the news spread, more witnesses and their families who benefited from the crash came from all over New York, washed the heroes over and over again with words of thanks and warm tears, and until this time they stopped in the open space outside the building to sign autographs.

Eric sneaks away from the crowd, he has this ability, although he is the most high-profile one, he can always subtly focus people's attention on young people, make them shine like the sun, and then his chance to rein in his edge, take a breath or do something.

Looking down from the top floor, John and Alicent were talking passionately on behalf of their classmates, presumably repeating what Christine had taught them, saying the clichés that everyone loved to hear, but recalling that they had no content, but it didn't matter, and Eric would rather watch them recite short passages over and over again than if they were tricked into breaking the news.

The crowd formed a long line, stretching from downstairs to Broadway, and if there were people in the back who kept joining, Eric was skeptical that they would end up standing in Times Square.

The front door of the office was already crowded, and the number of people had not diminished compared to the morning, and Eric had already instructed Mary Jane to do her job ahead of schedule—making a dozen phone calls to fast-food restaurants, urging them to bring a large amount of fast food to comfort the hungry reporters. lest these uncrowned kings be so angry that they will lash out at the arrogance of their heroes in the newspapers. If time comes, they'll get a small gift before nightfall, hopefully that will make them feel even happier.

After a while, several food trucks arrived, and employees unloaded boxes of fast food for hungry customers, and the neighborhood may have been swept away, hoping that the students of nearby Columbia University would not be surprised to find themselves without dinner this night.

But that's okay, because they're probably not going to have an appetite tonight.

Several small cars were parked far away from the crowd, and some people stepped out of the cars. Desperately trying to separate the crowd into the office.

It was someone from Osborne Industries, Harry was in the middle of it, and the reporters who were still stranded on the periphery suddenly became excited.

"Is Mr. Osborne here to work with mutants to save the company's crisis?" Eric looked at the reporter's mouth and guessed to himself, and then replied on Harry's behalf.

"No comment", Harry was expressionless, unaware that the new Magneto upstairs was mimicking the tone of the new president.

Soon the reporters made way for Harry, who wanted to get some new news from him, and some time-sensitive media outlets wasted no time in broadcasting it. Chasing the back of Osborne's new president and making all kinds of false reports.

Peter had somehow blended into the crowd, and now that he was close to Harry, Eric saw the muscles in Peter's neck twitch a little as the two buddies approached. He must have winked at his friend, and Harry should have seen his expression, a rare hint of a smile.

These two little guys......

Eric smiled and ignored them. Sitting in the suspended seat and rising into the air, he was now going to meet an unruly subordinate and teach him what a work ethic was.

Kicker mode is on. A steady stream of power grew in a circular along the complex passages, pushing the master's power to the peak little by little, and when the moment came at the top, Eric's body lit up slightly, and then his will shifted to six miles away.

It's a spacious hall with transparent petri dishes that simulate different ecosystems, where spiders from all over the world grow, and between the homes of these little furry creatures, is a large microscope.

If Peter had seen it, he would have recognized it as the largest electron microscope on the West Coast, and it was here that the most important occasion of his life came from.

"There are more than 32,000 species of spiders in the world, and there are three main groups of spiders...... "An Asian woman explained to visitors, the last of the students, and her task was soon to be completed...... Soon after, she didn't need the job anymore.

The woman is now in the dark, and she continues to serve the visiting students.

"All these spiders have different abilities to help them forage for food. Over the past five years, the Columbia University Research Center has conducted a lot of ......" Her commentary was eloquent, but not everyone was paying attention to her words, and a young man with a low brim in the corner suddenly stood alone in the shadow behind the pillar.

Eric's power fell from the sky, and the man was successfully invaded by him before he even had time to resist - this was Lancer, Eric's creation, he didn't want to come, thinking that he could avoid his master's orders by hiding far away, but when a trace of will followed the fluctuations of the magnetic force, he didn't even dare to give birth to the idea of resisting, and casually found an excuse to leave from Doom, and then returned to his hometown as a wanted criminal.

His body was stiff, but his inner essence was cooperative, and this was because the metal body was Eric's best vessel.

Now, in addition to himself secretly complaining, there is another kind of panic in his heart that is desperately drilling in, sensing Eric's arrival, and that fluctuation has a feeling of impending disaster.

But all disguises are useless, and all changes are in the hands of the Creator.

"Yo", Eric smiled invisibly. "I really underestimated the tenacity of human beings, and you actually struggled."

The fluctuation was silent, it couldn't say anything.

"How does it feel to be one of your mortal enemies now?" Eric teased them as much as he could, without fear of backlash.

Maybe it was a level criminal before it was alive and its consciousness was strong enough, but Lancer didn't have enough time to grow up and lose Eric's protection. This soul that grew from the fragments of the soul of the former pilot has become a source of water, a tree without roots, and it is quietly infiltrated by the power of the enemy, and now the two souls are entangled with each other, and they can no longer be separated, and the faint green magnetic field flickers with layers of ripples, as if to express their future destiny is to merge as one.

"That's fine." Eric's consciousness hovered faintly above the two waves. "Originally, I was worried that Lanther's strength would not be enough, but now you can contribute to me together."

As he spoke, he gave instructions to the two thorned ghosts.

"Genius metallurgist, go and avenge your predecessor."

Hearing the command, Lancer's body spun stiffly. He took off his hat and left the research center and walked to the metallurgical research institute not far away.

It is the place where the inverted Latvian achieved the highest achievements in his life, and now his successor will bring with him the flames of destruction.

Leaving Lancer's body, Eric floated in the crowd of onlookers, people passing through his invisible body, the magnetic field fluctuating slightly, but the senses were unaware, they were still watching under the guidance of the female narrator, and soon they would flee in panic.

"Lancer's goal is there. And my target ......" Eric approached the petri dish, and the cute little things inside seemed to sense something, and they stopped eating, shrunk and trembled.

“…… And my goal. That's you. Looking at the good babies, Eric smiled happily.

There was movement outside, and there was a faint cry.

Some students noticed and they ran out. Then he ran back with a pale face and said something, and the crowd immediately ran away like ants doused with boiling water.

After a while, sirens and gunshots rang out. A burning smell spread from outside the research center, followed by shouts, smoke, and heat, and someone tried to rush in to save it, but an invisible force neutralized their efforts, and soon the place was enveloped in flames.

In the thick black mist, some metal snaked its body, like a snake, nimbly picked open the transparent petri dish, and then opened its mouth to swallow the spiders that were driven around by the heat, and then retracted outside and changed into boxes of different sizes and flew up, disappearing into the deep darkness.

"By the way, and you." A faint magnetic field crept up above Eric, and he appeared that little red and blue life, and now fifteen level spiders were all under control.

This red-and-blue spider helped Peter become a human, so what would his brothers and sisters do? Eric is looking forward to seeing that day.

After putting away Peter's benefactor, he gradually moved away from the ground, looking through the high spire of the building, watching the heat below, out of the turbidity.

“…… With these DNA gene blueprints, the previously impossible can be turned into reality, using synthetic ribonucleic acid to create new genomes, and then combining them with the genes of three spiders to produce these levels of spider ......"

Recalling the words of the female narrator, Eric waved his hand, and under the invisible toggle, the high temperature burned a qiē, and rare species from all over the world have since become relics, and valuable research materials have also been reduced to ashes.

Five years of hard work were burned.

As of today, the Columbia-class spider no longer exists.

Six miles away, Eric laughed.

"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Eric?" Peter had returned to the office with Harry, and now that his friend was talking to his girlfriend, he had come running over to ask Eric to take some pictures.

The fluctuations of the magnetic force are extremely vague, and there are too many exquisite designs in this building, and with Spider-Man's keen perception, he is also unaware of Eric's actions, he saw the smile of the owner of this place, thought he was laughing at himself, and couldn't help but ask a little embarrassed.

"Nope." Eric dispels his crampedness with a pleasant face.

"I've just seen a lot of spider-men grow." He punned on it, but Peter didn't know it, he held the camera in one hand, touched his head in the other, and smiled embarrassedly. (To be continued!)

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