When Eric returned to the top floor, Lancer was already waiting.

"Shirley is okay, and Angel Angel, did you show up and give them a warm hug?" Eric asked casually.

"I need money." Lancer ignored his teasing and made a direct request.

"How much?" Eric shrugged, which was to be expected, the good husband and father must not be able to bear it when he saw his wife suffer.

Lancer was stunned for a moment, his intelligence still hadn't fully recovered, he knew exactly what he wanted, but when he needed to refine it further, his mind was stuck, and he hesitated for a long time without being able to give a specific number.

"It looks like Mr. Curtis needs a life counselor, and it's okay, I've got you covered." Eric shook his head and was about to dial the phone when John knocked on the door.

"Boss, Christina's father is here." John looked at Lancer and said to Eric.

Eric put down the phone.

"Look, the advisor came to the door in person, and he was really attentive."

Soon, Warren walked in accompanied by his daughter, and after a few cold words, Christina was beaten out by the two elders, and now they are getting down to business.

"You saved Tistanick?" Warren asked, he had been running an errand nearby, and only came to the door when he heard the news.

"Really well-informed." Eric praised.

"It's not simple." Warren shook his head. "A lot of big people are operating behind the scenes, they were about to close the net, but you disrupted the situation."

"That's bad luck for them, both attacks were born in front of me." Eric poured Warren a glass of water and invited him to sit down. "Should a farmer hate his neighbor who has worked hard all year and waited until the harvest has come before the price of grain plummets? He should learn to accept reality. ”

"It's useless to say this to me, I'm just here to remind you." Warren drank his water and looked at Lancer. The gentleman was staring at him.

Eric looked at each other and introduced them to each other.

"Lancer. Valentine? Warren had obviously heard the name, his eyebrows furrowed, and then asked tentatively, "Valentine of Columbia?" ”

Lancer was expressionless, and Eric replied on his behalf.

"That's right." He said.

Warren pursed the corners of his lips, although he was a soldier and carried out a lot of illegal things, this could not stop him from despying another outlaw psychologically.

Fortunately, Lancer was completely stressed, and if it weren't for Eric's insistence that he play this role, he would have preferred to change back to his original self.

"Mr. Lancer has a question, and I'm about to ask you this person who has come over. Maybe you can make some suggestions for him. Eric asked about elementary school for Lancer.

When it comes to the cultivation of the next generation, Warren obviously has the spirit, and he is half an expert in this area who cares about the next generation.

"Went to a private elementary school. Now the government is running a deficit, cutting spending twice in three days, and public school teachers are worried about being laid off all day long, and their minds are spent on traveling. It's better to go to a private school, which is more stable and of better quality. ”

"Any good recommendations?" Eric asked, and Warren replied with a deep groan.

"High-end private elementary schools near the North End of New York cost twenty-five thousand a year. In addition, the cost of summer camps or other training is about 30,000 yuan a school year, but the school environment is very good, and the teaching standard is much higher than that of public schools. Elite teachers can more easily cultivate elite students. ”

"Then can you do it for you, Mr. Valentine is inconvenient to come forward." Eric gave him a "you know" look, and Warren agreed.

"Will Angel be bullied at school?" Lancer interjected, his mind only remembering Shirley's concerns.

Warren doesn't know who Angel is. However, this did not prevent him from answering questions.

"Very few people in private elementary schools are bullied. Schools and teachers will guide and encourage children to socialize, and they will be forced to engage in physical activities, but they will not be out of line. If I had to compare it. I think that private elementary schools are like the airbags of a car, many people have never jumped out of the airbags in their lifetime, and maybe the airbags are useless when they collide head-on. But if you can, it's better to buy a car with airbags. ”

"Good metaphor, now Mr. Valentine can rest assured, go about your business, and I will ask Warren to take care of those two." Eric knocked Lancer away, and now he can get down to business with Warren.

Warren was amazed to see Lanther open the window and turn into a puddle of transparent liquid with a faint silver glow flowing out of the narrow gap, he thought it was a mutant too.

"Although I also have mutant genes in me, I have to say that every time I see these people, I feel incomprehensible, how can humans do this."

"Then you have to ask God, he created us." Eric replied nonchalantly. "I'm sure you're not here just to remind me that you've messed up someone else's game, what's the problem?"

"We're being targeted." Warren replied.

***

On the other side of the city, Doom sat on his balcony looking down at the street below, drinking non-stop. His physical mutation has reached a new peak, and many injuries that are effective against ordinary people can no longer have an effect on him. This is the reason why although he has emptied many bottles and been burned all over, he will not get drunk no matter how much he drinks. The ethanol came to his body and acted as a similar energy source, leaving him with energy, but he couldn't find a place to vent.

The company is about to collapse, he has betrayed his relatives, and his body is parasitized by unknown objects, Doom's patience is about to reach a critical point, and he desperately wants to break through his previous self and do something.

If it weren't for the last time Eric's lesson, he would have already visited those arrogant investors, and at this point, what else could he not lose?

He has nothing left.

If he could, Doom would love to let it go and flee back to his hometown in Latvia, where he could start over if he had the ability to do so.

However, it is imperative to remove the parasite in the body first, which is the biggest hidden danger, as long as it is not eliminated for a day, his life will be played with by Eric.

The thought of this made his temples jump in anguish. The parasite didn't move, as if it didn't exist at all, only the weight had increased by ten pounds out of thin air, and he had tried to take it out on his own, but the sharp scalpel was difficult to wield on his metalized body, and this kind of thing couldn't fake outsiders, so he could only reluctantly admit the reality.

Whether to bow down to Eric and beg him to remove the hidden danger in his body - this is the thought that has tormented Doom for days.

Now he continued to wrestle and threw away the Grenadian rum in his hand, which was only 69% honey-colored rum, and he desperately needed a spicier drink to numb his mouth.

So he replaced it with a bottle of Golden Mai, a spirit banned in many states with an alcohol content of up to 95 percent, which was an effective way to stimulate Doom's spirits.

Just as he was about to drink the spirit, a small figure suddenly appeared in his eyes on the side of the street below, and even from a distance away, Doom recognized it as his fellow countryman, whom he had met at a sorority when he was a student at the State University of New York, Lancer, a Latvian from Columbia University. Valentine.

A few days ago, he had also seen a police arrest warrant for this fellow villager, who was said to have killed someone and escaped without a trace, and it turned out to be nearby.

Doom left the room, and ten minutes later, he returned with the man.

"Brother Lancer, I heard about you, but I didn't expect a genius like you to fall to such a point." Doom brought Lancer up and ordered him some food, he guessed that Lancer must have been very depressed these days, thinking of his current situation, he couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy for this fellow countryman, this kind of affection is quite rare for him, but considering the similar backgrounds of the two people, it is not so difficult to understand.

"They wanted to steal my work, and I was just forced to fight back." Lancer read according to the script with an expressionless face, and in Doom's eyes, he must have experienced a great change in temperament after the stimulation, so there was no suspicion.

"What is the result, I remember you studied metallurgy?" Doom asked casually.

Lancer paused for a few seconds at Eric's orders before he extended his right hand in a hesitant gesture, and then it transformed from a normal man's hand into a sharp sword under Doom's nose.

Burst!

Caught off guard, Doom coughed up the wine, he thought it was some kind of recipe, but he didn't expect to see another mutant.

"How?" Doom hurriedly asked.

"Radiation." Lancer replied briefly.

The same experience as Doom had completely unsuspecting him, and now his eyes were shining with an inexplicable twinkle as he touched his abdomen.

"Lancer, I need your help."

"We need the help of mutants."

The financial tycoon Tistannik is saying something similar from his private castle at the moment, in front of a group of financial oligarchs who have also suffered losses in this attack, who have monopolized the country's banking industry for the past hundred years, and who have been calling for the wind and rain in the financial markets, and who are now being attacked like this, so that they can see another Roosevelt era coming.

"This time we may have lost all our pants, but as long as we're still at the table, we have a chance to turn the tables around. The White House can collude with arms groups, it can use those people as thugs, and we can ally with mutants and have them charge for our benefit. ”

"This is a sacred war, but we will not retreat, because our existence means that the traditions of this country will not be broken, and we will not lose, and we will hire a group of the most powerful allies with countless dollars until the rogue politicians who dare to challenge us are completely wiped out!"

"The world belongs to us after all." (To be continued!)

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