To the south of St. John's, the largest city in eastern Canada, New Brunswick, there is a hidden base next to the bay.

It was originally a cemetery of decommissioned warships, and although there were no aircraft carriers, there were some large submarines built in the latter part of the war. They had participated in the U.S. Navy's war against the Nazis, but the war came to an end after less than a year of service, and they no longer had to brave the threat of torpedoes and shells to sail around enemy ships, but they also had no precious opportunity to prove their glory.

As the Iron Curtain fell, the Cold War era arrived, and soon their little brothers jumped on the stage again, when the new forces showed off their muscles to the stage, the original predecessors were not in the limelight, and could only be helplessly sent to this remote corner of the world, soaked in the waters of death and gradually withered and corroded.

There have been several visits over the past few decades, most recently during the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962. Just as the crisis quickly passed, military staff came and went, leaving no trace except for a line of footprints on the thick dust.

Since then, the cemetery, like many other small secret bases, has been completely forgotten, and the submariners have accepted their fate, taking their last breath in near-eternal silence.

Since then, it has become a real cemetery, completely isolated from the civilized world, and no matter how the outside world changes, it will never be able to influence it.

Until recently, the cemetery was suddenly found by some people, and without attracting anyone's attention, they reused it, turned it on, installed a small desalination unit, and put supplies in the empty warehouse, and some staff were stationed there.

"Mr. Maximov?" A dwarf scientist wearing lenses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle shouts Pietro's name. The silver young man turned his head to look at it, then disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already behind the gnome.

"Dr. Trask, is there anything you need me to do?" Pietro asked in a flat tone, he had heard Eric talk about Trask, and although he knew that the gentleman could only follow them now, he still didn't have a good face.

Trask quickly turned around and described his request to Pietro with a humble smile.

The long prison life destroyed his arrogance, Bolívar. Trask has long ceased to be the owner of that large industrial company. When he was released from prison, he was almost penniless, with only what little personal possessions he kept when he was imprisoned. The company with the same surname as him had already gone bankrupt and liquidated in the accident of decades ago, and the essence of it was taken by another large company, Stark Industries, and the rest was shared by many more people, including his former subordinate Stryker, many of whom reaped the benefits of his downfall, so when he was released from prison, he had to be hired by Hydra, endure discrimination from others, and conduct his own research in reprimands and hostility.

Hostility is fine, and Trask rarely feels kindness anyway.

What he can't stand is discrimination! In the heart of the gnome. This is particularly sensitive.

Not even the mutants did that to me—Trask roared inwardly, but he didn't dare to shout his heart.

Hydra is not something to be messed with.

Every time he saw the playful eyes of the Nazi remnants or even public insults, he could only walk away silently, as if he had not seen it. These damned social Darwinists have applied racism to all areas of life, and dwarf scientists can feel their malice almost all the time.

If it weren't for the fact that modern scientific research had already entered an era of fine and clear division of labor, he would have preferred to go into the dark basement alone to work silently and wait for the results to appear. Let's slap those guys in the face again.

Unfortunately, there is no such possibility, what Hydra wants is his mind, what he wants is his knowledge of mutants. Rather than a lone and comfortable scientist, Mr. Bolívar could only communicate with his mediocre and stubborn assistants like a dock porter who sold his strength to eat, and then reluctantly commanded the assistance of a lower level of researcher.

It's a shameful day, and every time I think of the whispers behind my back and the undisguised look in my face, Trask feels the urge to die with the Nazi descendants...... Of course, this is just his own thinking.

If Dr. Trask could put up with the cramped chaos of a cheap apartment, the musty, smelly blankets, and the cockroaches and rats crawling all over the floor, how could he not be able to endure the momentary anger?

So the Doctor wisely dismissed all dissatisfaction, silently noted the cold reception he suffered, and then devoted himself to the study of mutants with even greater enthusiasm.

He wants to be taken seriously with his talent.

And then...... He met Eric.

"Uh......", while talking, Trask suddenly felt a cold for no reason, and hurriedly pressed his scalp tightly.

"Doctor, doctor?" Pietro looked at him suspiciously, his eyes full of puzzlement.

If it's cold, shouldn't you clench your arms hard, why protect your head?

"No, it's not ......," Trask's pale old face twitched awkwardly, turning the subject to the original place.

He wouldn't tell anyone else, and when Eric threatened him with a brain incubator to take out his brain, the great scientist Mr. Bolívar was so frightened that he wet his pants.

Fortunately, these things are in the past, and it is not too late to correct the mistakes, and Trask's life has reached a new chapter.

He is more able to face reality than his old subordinate Stryker, and when he makes his choice, the Doctor's attitude immediately takes a full sharp turn, and then throws himself into making amends for the past with a hundredfold enthusiasm, and now he is Eric's most faithful follower, wholeheartedly serving the rise of mutants.

Of course, there is always a reward for effort, and Eric's promise is also an important reason.

It was for this carrot hanging from his head that Trask worked hard to find this base, and then assisted Pietro in building it.

Most of the people brought by Pietro are carefully selected mutant compatriots, and what they all have in common is that they are not young, have been treated unfairly, are willing to contribute to their own people, and at the same time have a stable family to be firmly controlled.

In this place, they are the most trustworthy people, all the security work and ordinary daily affairs are taken care of by them, and the rest are mostly high-priced researchers, who are forbidden by Jean, and generally have no need to worry about loyalty.

After communicating with Pietro, Quicksilver went to preside over the installation work outside of the research room, which was handled by Trask.

After a while, the dwarf leaned on the box of the instrument to rest, he was older than the professor and Magneto, and his health was worse than that of ordinary people, it was not easy to survive until now, and after sitting down blankly and squinting his eyes for a while, he had some energy again.

It wasn't long before a force descended from the air, and the metal placed nearby jumped and squirmed for a while before forming a pocket version of Eric.

"Hello, Doctor." Five hundred miles away, Eric asked, remote at the metal figure. "How's the project going?"

Trask hurriedly stood up with difficulty and replied: "Very smooth, Mr. Pietro has helped a lot, and it is expected to be initially put into use within a week." ”

"That's good." The metal figure walked a few steps, then commanded the magnet to drag the instrument out of the box, many of which he had used himself, so the installation was quicker than the man hired by Pietro.

Soon a research room was basically sorted out, and as for the equipment outside, Trask and Pietro had to work together, and now he only needed to focus on the key points.

A pair of silver armor stood upright, about six feet tall, covered in fine, delicate metal scales that lay on top of each other like dominoes.

"That's what you're working on?" Eric asked quietly, as he dug his power into it and felt it carefully.

"Yes, it can achieve a perfect conversion between several fixed capacities, with an energy loss of less than 1o%, and Mr. Pietro tried its flight function and was quite satisfied with it." Trask said proudly, seeing that his boss was noncommittal, he quickly changed his tone.

"Of course, there are still many problems now, first of all, its adaptive control module can not achieve a universal effect for the time being, except for a few people who can meet the basic starting requirements, more people can only barely activate and difficult to use normally. We're going to redesign it and make it as usable as possible. ”

"What else?" Eric asked.

"The other problem is the energy transition, and we are still struggling to find a way to support the external energy conversion capacity, and I would like to find the right person, preferably someone who has a deep understanding of energy, to help me work together." Although Traskettiy, although he has maintained his attention to cutting-edge technology since he was imprisoned, imprisonment is imprisonment, and there are not so many resources for him to call on, so he still lags behind the current top scientists in many places, and he is really not very good at energy.

Eric knew he was telling the truth, but he had his own opinions.

"Don't just use it as a weapon, Doctor." The metal figure said, reaching out to change the armor into another shape. "It is a microscope for peeking into different talents, a telescope that shortens the distance infinitely, and an amplification tool that allows users to feel the unknown world, and it is its main mission to help users quickly improve their abilities. Relatively speaking, providing more energy for combat missions is not important at this stage, and it would be disappointing to me to simply use it as a weapon. ”

He said lightly, Trask wiped his sweat, and hurriedly agreed loudly. (To be continued!)

ps: p.s. Selena didn't really break up, there was a secret in it, it was just a plot need.

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