After communicating with Trask, Eric slowly withdrew his strength, this long-distance communication of more than 500 miles was close to his limit, even if he mastered the skills of mutual sensing and conversion with the geomagnetic field, it would have to take a long time to prepare to do so, and it would take a lot of signal relay equipment - even those abandoned antennas in the mountains - to guò these remnants of the Roosevelt era, Eric could extend his power so far, but if he went further, It was necessary to use a completely new instrument. novel

For example, he is currently considering a micro-levitation device.

His idea is to use his strong magnetic field to reprocess the suspended metals that have already been magnetized, so that the repulsive force generated by them and the geomagnetic field will cancel out the gravitational force of the earth, and then shoot them into the air and distribute them evenly at an altitude of 20,000 meters above the ground. The device carries a miniature built-in antenna that acts as an amplifier and receiver of magnetic force, so that the area covered by his power is wider than ever.

The advantage of this concept is that once they are successful, they are rarely affected by human influence. When they remain in the stratosphere at an altitude of 65,000 feet above the clouds, it is difficult for people below to notice, and they are much higher than the altitude of the airplane, typhoons, rainstorms, tornadoes are born below the clouds, these devices can be undamaged, in various natural disasters, emergency normal work.

The downside is that they're so far away, how can you control them anytime, anywhere? They can be seen as simple satellites with very low altitudes, the manufacturing process is not complicated, Eric can use his abilities to solve it alone in the hall, but the problem is that the implementation is not as easy as imagined, and they will also encounter a series of problems, such as how to adjust the position, how to control the distribution structure and distance of the device, and so on.

With Eric's current abilities, it is impossible to extend his power so far on the surface without the help of any tools. Not to mention the upward vertical exhibition.

Unless these miniature devices are capable of providing energy on their own, and can be converted into power that can be used by Eric's magnetic field talent, up and down at the same time, then it will be back to the energy conversion problem that Trask encountered.

It's a tough undertaking, and like any big idea, it takes patience.

If it succeeds, it will be equivalent to setting up a three-dimensional net, from the sky to the earth, enveloping the entire area in Eric's realm, as powerful as the magic web controlled by the goddess of magic in a certain world, but you must calm down and wait for a breakthrough in technology or ability before realizing the idea.

After pondering for a while, Eric put them into his watch. Then go and observe another hot spot.

After a long incubation period, the seeds in the Voshin yàn chamber are about to break through the ground.

This time, he didn't exert too much influence, it was human greed that created problems for themselves.

At this moment, Mr. Watsendon was still at a loss as to what was about to happen, and he was still persistently persuading his son.

"Just one stitch, kid. With just one shot you can get rid of this damn disease and make this pair of ugly wings disappear and return to your friends. We've been talking about it for a long time, so why hesitate any longer? Today the senator will come to visit the company. I'm going to introduce you to them and show the guests that you're a great lad and not some kind of mutant. This is a rare opportunity, and a bright future beckons you. What are you waiting for? ”

As the father spoke, he secretly glanced at the assistant, and the two staff members received the signal and hurriedly grabbed Warren's hands from both sides and took off his shirt. Bring to the front of the vertical chamber that slopes backwards.

"Let me think again, I'm going to think about it." Warren clenched his fists tightly, he could not make up his mind to say goodbye to his abilities.

Maybe in the eyes of the older generation. This is like a heretical expression, a threat destined to be ostracized and eliminated, but young people do not necessarily agree with their opinions, such as Warren, who feels that it is an important part of his unique personality, and the loss of wings will certainly bring him back to his old life, but it will also stifle higher expectations, and he can only stay on the ground forever and look up to others.

Warren has not experienced a life of being driven and chased, and he does not hate his talent as much as some mutants.

Instead, he longed to break through the glass in front of him, to break free from the limitations his father had set for him, and then to swing his arms and enter the vastness of space.

"Think about your mother, Warren, her greatest wish in life was to see you like ordinary people, now is the best opportunity, don't let us down."

Watsonton impressed his son with an emotional offensive, and seeing that his eyes were once again confused, he quickly waved his hand, and the assistant seized the opportunity to fasten the belt around Warren's waist, and the young man was once again restrained.

Warren took a deep breath, and he saw that the female director of the real yàn room had personally taken out the injection from the incubator, which was the most stable type 1 variant ability elimination potion to date, extracted from the last bit of blood left behind by the dead mutant child Jimmy, instead of the living cells cloned later, which only had a partial effect of the prototype. This potion is like a natural enemy of mutants, except for the limited impact on the second-mutated powerhouse of Magneto, other mutants who accept the real yàn are not immune.

"It's a little uncomfortable when you transform, but it takes time to take effect quickly." The pale blue potion was pushed into the pistol syringe, and the female supervisor said with a blank face.

"Dad, can we talk?" Warren eventually tried to salvage the situation, but Watsonton refused to discuss it with him again.

"We've already talked about it, and it's all going to end today." His father said firmly, and he was about to give the order for the injection.

At this moment, the floor beneath his feet visibly shook.

"What's going on, earthquake?" Watsonton leaned on the table next to him and asked aloud, but before he could get an answer, the red light in the corner flashed, and the danger alarm sounded at the same time.

"Let's go see what's going on?" Watson shouted, and he picked up the phone, but there was no sound inside.

The assistant hurriedly went out, but the female supervisor ignored the outside affairs, she found Warren's veins and began to disinfect his arm.

"Dad......", Warren's chest rose and fell violently, he regretted that he had listened to his father's advice without thinking clearly, and before he could speak again, a sharp cry outside interrupted his words.

The female supervisor finally stopped, and she looked at the chairman who had a bad premonition, and then saw the assistant running back angrily to report.

"The rat has escaped the isolation chamber, it has dug a big hole in the floor, and now it has rushed into the computing center."

Hearing the news, Watsonton's eyes were dizzy for a moment, he knew how dangerous the new virus was, he had been holding on to luck before, and now the illusion of safety was broken, and his heart was beating rapidly.

"Guard, where are the guards?" Watsendon roared. "Catch that mouse!"

"The guards are capturing, don't worry, let's figure out a way." Mograini came in from outside when he heard the news and saw that Watsonton was going to call the police on his mobile phone, and he hurriedly stopped the chairman's move.

"Don't do this, we'll catch it, the senator is coming soon, and we'll be in vain if we call the police now."

"You don't know how dangerous that thing is, and you're going to let it kill people here?" Watsendon asked.

"This is a valuable asset of the company, and the board of directors will not agree with your decision." Mograini is-for-tat, he has the support of major shareholders and dares to push back against the chairman's orders.

In this panic, Warren took the opportunity to untie the belt around his waist and quietly slipped outside.

The computing center was already in a mess at this time, and when the giant rat rushed in, it frightened the employees inside, and several instruments were damaged in the fight between the man and the mouse, some people fell, and all the others fled, leaving a scattered text and staggered seats.

The guards, all well-trained men, dressed in dense protective suits and stun guns in their hands, cautiously walked into the center in turn.

"Damn, what is this?" Bypassing the large instruments, the black man in the lead was the first to see the behemoth.

A hairless mouse the size of a calf was lying on a corpse and biting, and suddenly turned its head to look at the movement outside.

Its mouth was as blood-red as its pupils, its claws digging deep into its muscles, and black bone armor rose from its spine.

"Kill it!" The black guard roared, and six people fired high-voltage darts at the same time, and in an instant, one after another black arrows shot towards the giant rat on the ground.

Outside the computing center, there were still some bold researchers watching at this time, and a team of guards had just rushed in, wondering if they had caught the real rat now.

"Tate is trapped in by rats, God bless he's alive." One of the researchers drew a cross on his chest.

"How could it be alive, I was the last to run out, I saw with my own eyes that Tether was pounced!" The man next to him was holding a folding chair in his hand and screaming hysterically. "Don't you see, the company doesn't care about anything for money, I'm going to resign today, I'm quitting!"

His words resonated with a few people, but many more were silent and did not say anything, now that the economic crisis has just arrived, leaving a large company like Watsonton with good salaries may not be able to find a suitable job.

No one wants to take the risk of losing their job, which means they are likely to move out of their warm homes and live on the streets.

The researcher who drew the cross shook his head and was about to speak, when a roar of rage came from the computing center and quickly turned into a scream.

When the first guard escaped, everyone was stunned by the blood he was all over, and then saw that the second guard had just run out of the door when a giant rat pounced on him from behind.

Like an avalanche, the researchers stranded in the corridor collapsed. (To be continued!)

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