"Mr. Eric, what a coincidence."

As soon as he walked out of the door with the students, Peter's colleague Eddie, a reporter for Clarion Daily, rushed over to say hello.

Eddie paid him to deliver news to Eric after he returned, and the loyal doorman refused, but the down-and-out reporter who wanted the exclusive information was not willing to fail, and he often stayed around, and now he finally saw the results.

"Keep up." Eric beckons to Add, he needs such a person after his relationship with Mora breaks down.

Hearing his call, Eddie was overjoyed and got into the car, he had been thinking about a bunch of excuses, but now he didn't need them all, and he couldn't help but feel a little grateful to Eric.

"Sue Sù Eddie, what are we going to do?" Eric said to the students.

"Rescue your compatriots who have been held hostage!" The young people replied in unison, and they discussed the need to unify their voices with the outside world.

Eddie hurriedly wrote it down, and he interviewed everyone one by one, and for the sake of the tutor's face, everyone basically said something that didn't matter to the overall situation, except for one girl, which was Christina.

Recently, the light girl was completely isolated, and after being released from the base by Eric, she took the initiative to ask her guilty father to return to the academy, she did not hide her mistakes from others, and her sneak attack on the mentor aroused everyone's anger, and on several occasions Alicent and Mary tried to take her to the corner of the academy to clean up, and it was John who saved her.

However, although he was rescued, John did not give her a good face, and only exercised his duty.

Now that Christina had calmly accepted the reality, after this short but intense torture, her little baby-fat face had lost weight and turned into a beautiful and silent big girl. Through the matter of the mentor, she saw that the identity of mutants was intolerable to ordinary people, the official was not trustworthy, and her father had offended too many people with Stryker. For the sake of her family, she had to follow her mentor closely.

No matter what Eric asked her to do, she wouldn't hesitate, and that determination might even have passed John.

So when her companion ignored her, Christina just calmly checked her gear, recalling her past lessons and her mentor's orders, and then let her brain empty and sink into an ethereal place.

Eric seemed to sense something, and looked over intentionally or unconsciously, but he didn't say anything.

Harlem is not far from Morning Heights. Head north on 123rd Street past Central Park and you'll soon be there.

Those who have never been to New York may find it hard to believe that there is such a large slum in a city with such high land prices.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is notorious for being the center of black American culture and commerce, and synonymous with crime and poverty. The houses here are old and in disrepair. The kitchen, which was shared by a few tenants, was a mess, small rats often roamed in groups, and outside the kitchen window were crumbling fire escapes, and thieves were more happy to pass by their bodies than firefighters.

East Harlem is one of the most chaotic areas in the region. Sitting in a passenger car and crossing the street, I saw two shootouts only ten minutes away.

Some of the ill-intentioned guys tried to get some advantage from the car, and Eric hit them and the car rolled over. Add looked back in horror, but didn't write it down in the interview book, which was a little more satisfying.

When they arrived at the agreed place, the Manhattan District Attorney, together with the New York City Police and the Force, were already waiting there. After a brief negotiation, an informant got into their car to lead the way.

He was about forty years old African-American, with a short, curly head that clinged to his scalp. The black and fat face was oily, and the whole person seemed to have been soaked in formalin, emitting an unpleasant sour smell.

"If I were you, bow your head." The man said as he squatted down beside the chair with a shy stomach.

The students looked at him in amazement, but soon realized that his words were not unreasonable.

Black children, large and small, rushed out of the street, throwing rocks and garbage at the police cars that opened the way.

"They're self-inflicted?" Eric asked casually, no sign of coping in the children's movements, they looked angry and excited, and everyone was very hard.

"Of course." The man nodded triumphantly. "Aaron and Alekos are our own men, and if they were still in charge, you would have been attacked even more."

He's talking about the two mutants in the Harlem boys.

The two men teamed up with each other to keep two blocks of East Harlem, but the ruthless characters who had recently been swaying in from outside took advantage of their weaknesses.

"What can I say, they are not the kind of people who are particularly good at fighting after all, Alekos can still play with guns, Gratt can only come up with ideas, now they can't do it, the people on the street have suffered from that guy's exploitation, so it's best for you to get that guy out of now." The man spoke, his fat face quite sincere.

"That's why you're an informant?" Add asked casually as he touched it from behind.

"Nope." The man grinned. "I just like money."

His yellow fangs seemed to be emitting poisonous gas, and almost everyone turned their heads.

Eric didn't turn his head, he had seen no matter how despicable he was, and then he questioned the man in detail, and did not stop until he had confirmed all the information he knew and handed over to the police.

Now he began to lay out the mission.

"We don't interfere in the work of the police, unless someone other than the target takes the initiative to attack us." Eric said, glancing at Mary. "The only exception is Mary, if someone is injured, Mary can be treated, and Christina provides energy."

John hesitated.

"Speaking John, I don't want you to follow blindly." Eric called his name, and John asked his doubts on behalf of his companion.

"Boss, since Mary is allowed to help, wouldn't it be better if we went straight down?" His friends nodded their heads, and after spending some time at the academy, the young man felt like his body was about to rust.

But Eric didn't compromise.

"It's two different things, and that means we've lost our ground." He admonished. "We are protectors, we are here to rescue the lost lambs, not attackers. Helping to heal is benevolent enough that there is no need to show your strength anymore. Whether the police are happy or not, we don't need to please them. You have to remember that it's mostly ordinary people here. ”

The young man understood what he meant. One after another looked at the reporter, Eddie hurriedly raised his hand: "We are on one side." ”

"Let's get ready." Eric gave the order, and the students took their places.

Soon the gunshots outside the car rang out, and seeing from afar that people were injured from time to time, Mary ran over happily and helped the ghost to heal his wounds in a series of thanks. At this moment, Eric felt a familiar magnetic field suddenly appear in his perceptual range, he followed the direction and looked over, and Pietro smiled and gave him a 6 military salute.

At this time, the gunfire became louder, and the new leader began to hysterically order his men to rush out. But his men were apparently not so cooperative, and Eric felt two magnetic fields that were different from ordinary people creeping out of the complex alley nearby.

At his signal, Pietro followed.

When we met again, it was already evening.

Looking at the palm prints on the faces of the two black compatriots, Eric was somewhat surprised.

"I thought you didn't like this way of bonding?" Eric chuckled, remembering the last time he was in Osborne.

Pietro was a little embarrassed: "He's been struggling, I inadvertently hit twice. ”

"How's it going?" Eric asked with a smile.

Petro spread his hands and made an innocent expression: "It turned out to be like this." ”

Listening to them, one of them suddenly cried: "My father has never beaten me here......"

It seems that Pietro's slap made a deep impression on them.

Eric laughed happily. He predicted that the conversation would go smoothly.

The result of the negotiation was not what he expected, and the two compatriots simply agreed to follow the deployment after coming down, and Pietro was their direct superior, and in return. Eric promised to clear them up at the police, thinking that Director Stacy didn't care about the corner of Harlem.

Coming out of Harlem, it was already completely dark, and the colorful street lights were flashing. The high-rise buildings along the road are illuminated like steep mountain peaks, and the bright windows on the street display a variety of goods, silently attracting customers like a luxurious crystal palace.

Eric walked ahead. Petro was thoughtful in the back.

"Boss?" When he was about to get to the office, he finally couldn't help but scream.

"How?" Eric didn't stop.

The young man was a little annoyed: "My life has been changed by you. ”

"Regret it?" Eric.

"I don't know." Pyro replied truthfully.

In another plane, he once joined the Brotherhood with his sister, sometimes working for another Magneto, sometimes helping the X-Men fight against him, but eventually chose to leave.

They still prefer a peaceful life, but in Eric's world, maybe they will enter another life.

As he was about to enter the door, Pietro suddenly remembered something.

"Boss, you already have Jean and Auroro, don't provoke my sister again."

He said solemnly, and Eric smiled and agreed.

"You promise?" The protective brother was a little skeptical.

Eric raised an eyebrow, sensing several familiar magnetic fields approaching, and raised his voice.

"Miss Wanda is beautiful, but I already have someone else in my heart, so don't think too much about it, Pietro."

"Oh." Brother Silver replied in a daze, and then saw his sister whose face was flushed.

The girl who came back from shopping next to Wanda and her sounded like Pietro was actively selling Eric his sister who couldn't get married.

And Eric refused, which made Wanda even wonder what she was feeling in her heart.

She gave her brother a fierce look and ran into the building under Pietro's inexplicable gaze.

"Wait for me." Pietro chased after him for some reason.

Seeing his embarrassment, Eric's heart blossomed. (To be continued!)

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