"Brutal Green Goblin bombs carnival, thousands of lives are in danger!" A reporter brandished an interview transcript and squeezed out of the elevator to rush to the editor-in-chief's room, where he was given a slap in the face.

"Can't make headlines?" He couldn't believe it. "Thousands of lives are in the headlines?"

"I can't." The editor-in-chief insisted on his opinion and threw a copy of the faxed manuscript he had just received in front of his enraged subordinates.

"At 9:30, American Airlines was hijacked and hit the Pentagon......" The reporter read the headline word for word, his tone getting slower and softer, and he couldn't believe his eyes. After reading it again, he immediately reconfirmed, and then opened his mouth wide, and the whole person froze.

"There's only one headline today, and that's it." The editor-in-chief pointed to the manuscript, and then the phone rang, and he pressed the speakerphone, and a hurried voice said the news loudly that shocked those present.

"Another one?" The editor-in-chief exclaimed, and he immediately lifted the earpiece and listened carefully. "Where is it, where is it going, how many passengers are there?"

As he was asking, the room suddenly went dark, and a behemoth swept past from above, swooping down with a huge roar.

The sound in the microphone was drowned out by the roar in the ear, and when the sharp whistle died down slightly, the hurried voice sounded again.

"Needless to say, it's ...... here," the editor-in-chief muttered as he held the earpiece.

In his line of sight, the giant steel bird slammed headlong into the skyscraper not far away, swooping into the 110-story two-thousand-foot-tall building.

In the smoke, the red light gradually brightened, and in an instant the raging flames erupted with thick black smoke, and the whole building squeaked and wailed.

"Today must be Good Friday in the United States." Like the shocked staff, the editor-in-chief stumbled to the window, his eyes filled with tears. "Who's going to save them?"

"Who's going to save these people?"

No one can, except one person.

"Help?" The pale Magneto statue heard the most boring joke. He looked at the exposed half of the tail rudder above it, and then at Eric, feeling like the young man in front of him was nervous.

"We knocked it down." Eric said, looking at the person opposite. "It's up to us to solve the problem."

He wasn't exaggerating, it was.

The plane was supposed to depress the altitude and was going to fly in the direction of Manhattan to the east, but it was hit by the Green Goblin and his pumpkin bomb that two generations of Magneto had joined forces to fly at the same time, the bomb destroyed half of the cab, and the air pressure dragged the pilot inside out of the cabin, and then the drone crashed headlong into the already damaged building with the struggling Green Goblin, and the flames that had just been extinguished burned again. And this time the impact is even greater.

The building trembled, and the ground felt like it had been hit by a magnitude 5 earthquake, and the people who had just taken a breath from the danger were shaken to the ground, but this time they didn't have to worry about themselves, they had to worry about the people on the building who hadn't left yet. It was less than ten o'clock in the morning, and the staff upstairs had just taken their seats, and now thousands of people were blocked up.

"Responsibility?" Magneto laughed out loud. "Do you think that if I have a face like that of my youth, I will listen to you? Or rather. You treat me like your dad - I haven't settled accounts with you, but you want me to help you solve your problems? ”

"Lorna is up there too." Eric interrupted him loudly.

"You can't even save yourself, and you still want to save others!" Magneto shouted in a louder voice. "You put Lorna in danger, thinking I was going to ignore it? You couldn't be more wrong! ”

He took a few sharp steps forward. Approaching Eric, he stared at the young man closely.

"The world is cruel, only the strong are qualified to survive, if my daughter is eliminated. I will not shed a single tear for her, because she is a loser on the path of evolution, it was fate that gave up on her! Magneto yelled. Then Eric's head turned to the other side.

He followed and looked over, a small face full of tears appeared in front of the building, and several young people were coming down from the upstairs with a large number of ordinary people with a disgraced face.

"I'm sorry, sir." John coughed a few times and spat out the ash from his mouth. "It's too dangerous up there, I let the guys come down."

"Well done, John." Eric praised him loudly. "Now I need your help."

John immediately straightened up, he was used to receiving Eric's orders, and it was a very sacred moment for him.

"Peter!" Eric shouted to the side, and a masked man in a red and blue leotard jumped down a nearby building.

"Mr. Eric?" Peter hesitated to look at the mutant young men he knew, and they looked surprised as expected.

"I need your help!" Eric said briefly, the fire above was getting bigger and bigger, and every second of delay could kill more people. "I want a lot of steel, you go and haul the cars nearby, and the metal frames on the stage, I don't care what method you use, I want to see them piled up around me."

"What do you want to do - with your little effort?" Magneto interjected coldly.

Eric completely ignored his cynicism, and the students ignored him, and they said yes loudly, especially Lorna's voice.

Magneto was a little embarrassed and snorted, "I'm waiting to see your trick go bankrupt." ”

Raven gave them a worried look, gritted her teeth and ran out with the students, her actions making Magneto angry and laughing.

"Do you want to make a bet?" Eric walked towards the center of the plaza and whispered as he passed Magneto. "Do you dare to gamble with me?"

"Bet on what?" Magneto replied with a quick answer, and then saw Eric stop and look back with a strange look in his eyes.

"I used to know a guy who liked to say the most." Eric gritted his teeth and teased maliciously as he said to Magneto. "Lost cut chicken. Chicken! ”

The old man was stunned, and then saw Eric's hand wave, and a metal plate the size of a desktop had come out of nowhere.

Standing on the amplifier board, Eric's heart was extremely calm, although the weapon against Magneto was exposed. But instead, he felt relieved, and his mood relaxed.

After a long period of planning, his mind is like a creature living in a shady corner, slowly tending to darkness, and now there is a chance for him to come out in a dignified manner, temporarily shake off a conspiracy, and appear in front of the world openly.

What about Magneto?

It's time for the new Magneto.

There's only one Magneto in the world - and that's me.

Eric rose from the ground and rose into the air with a booster board, and a long line of cars approached in the distance. It was his students and Peter, who connected the cars with spider silk, one dragging the other, and Mariano, Pete, and Bobby were at the front, using their bodies to forcibly drag the ownerless cart over.

Further back, there were more cars, and ordinary people also mobilized their strength, forgetting about their gains and losses, and taking the initiative to transport their possessions over.

"You think I can't do it?" Eric shouted at the bottom. Then he stretched out his hands and pressed it down out of thin air.

The cars that arrived first were out of the hands of the students, and they were set up like stacked blocks, one by one. One in the back went up, and then another one. After being strengthened dozens of times through the amplification plate, an invisible force descended, forcibly bringing the steel monsters together.

Look at these cars. Eric's eyes darkened, and he gradually lost focus and became hollow. At the same time, a little silver light appeared on his skin. To have the strongest body to support the maximum carrying force, he now uses the booster plate as a crowbar, and his own body is the point, he has to pry up the entire building and the thousands of lives inside.

This is the toughest time, and the truth will test his ability to see if the crowbar breaks, or the fulcrum collapses, or ...... Successful completion of salvation.

Eric's hand waved, his fingers stretched, like playing a Mesopotamian harp, pure as a pearl, and the sound as clear as the morning dew silently dispersed.

With his gestures, heavy cars soared into the air, and pillars of steel grew taller.

With each flick of the finger, there was a fluctuation in the air, and the cars below rose from the ground, and the life-saving Tower of Babel was several feet high.

Eric bounced again and again, I don't know how long it took, his sweat had long since dried, and now his clothes were like a layer of salt frost, and the smoke and dust from the flames stained half of his body, and the other half was shining in the rising sun, silver all over his body, and a thin red burst out from time to time, which was a capillary that burst open without bearing the increasing pressure.

Although he didn't have time to check his physical condition, and Eric knew that he was not in a good state, it was extremely mysterious, and he immersed himself in it, watching the steel structure he had created with his own hands gradually rise above his head and above the plane impact, and in the eyes of the ecstatic trapped, a metal step slowly took shape.

Barely yet, Eric felt his chest get tighter and tighter, and a stagnant air roared in his chest, and as soon as he loosened his teeth, it gushed out. But this little gap is as far away as a moat.

With a "pop", another blood vessel burst, this time it was a small vein, its location was on Eric's right temple, this rupture made him dizzy, the strength stagnated slightly, the tower of Babel shook violently a few times, in the exclamation of the people watching up and down, Eric held back the vertigo and fixed this life-saving passage again, but this had done his best, and the amplification plate under his feet burst out a few cracks at some point, and as time went on, these cracks became deeper and deeper.

Just when he was extremely embarrassed, a homogeneous but more powerful force swept silently from below, and under his guidance, the metal railing shook its slender body, and emerged from the tower one by one, arm in arm, guarding both sides of the steps.

This life-saving passage is finally complete.

At this moment, it was not just the crowd hundreds of feet away cheering, the whole country was boiling with the real-time footage of several helicopters hovering in the sky.

"Savior, New Magneto!" (To be continued!)

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