After a long night of noise, the reporters dispersed satisfied, and they did have a great gain. Mutants have been in the public spotlight for some time now, starting with subduing the monster snake and fighting fires, through the brave fight against the Green Goblin and the plane crash, to the defeat of the new criminal Silver Ghost on this day, and the rescue of Columbia University from danger, they have attracted the attention of the outside world again and again, and all of them appear in a positive image. Now, in addition to the social edition of the report, financial reporters have also noticed some bright spots, such as the arrival of Osborne's new president. Originally, Osborne Industries was already crumbling, but after taking advantage of the mutant concept, after some operation, the company's stock price miraculously rebounded sharply the next day. Osborne has reached an agreement with the Mutant Lords to continue to honor the agreements made during the former President's era, and there is a good chance that Osborne's glider will once again be in the military's sights to fuel the upcoming revenge operation.

About Lancer. Valentine's report continued to deepen, and the reporter revealed from the only archived text from Columbia University's Institute of Metallurgy that the murderous Latvian had used some kind of rays to study metal formulas, and the outside world suspected that he was like the Fantastic Four, who was mutated by the radiation and then fused with the liquid metal studied. No further evidence has been given for this claim, but many believe it is true, including by military researchers, who have carefully analyzed the records in the hope of reconstructing his mutation.

The most surprising news of the day was also related to Lancer, who was actually involved with the entrepreneur Doom, and a photo of two Latvians was found by someone with a heart, and then the police carefully searched his apartment, and found a missing male body inside, so Doom was also on the police wanted warrant like his fellow countrymen.

After this chain of events, the public's attention has become numb, and only Peter has noticed the destruction of the university research center. The disappearance of those spiders made him both lost and relieved, and perhaps from then on, he was the only spider-man in the world.

Regardless of what others thought, Eric was determined to carry on his work, and now he was preparing to receive a guest, this gentleman from Arizona had called him as soon as he heard the news of the mutants, and it was almost there.

By this time he had already reached the downstairs.

"He looks like a farmer." Katie rushed up from downstairs to report to Eric.

"I still smell of horse manure." Alicent followed, her hand still gently waving in front of the tip of her nose.

The guests are not slow to come. Before he could see anyone, his voice arrived, and a thick male voice like the howl of a prairie cow came from outside.

"Yes, little girl." The man said. "I still have grass seeds in my head."

As he spoke, he stepped in from outside with a fresh earthy scent.

It was a stout man in his fifties, his weather-beaten face covered with wrinkles like knife cuts, and he came to the reception room and shook Eric's hand, first looked around, and then praised it.

"You're so rich." Eric. Many people have said that the decoration design of this floor seems to be filled with the smell of gold, which is exactly what Eric wanted, although it looks a little suspicious of being a hit, but it covers up the other designs. It can also give their compatriots confidence - at least they don't have to worry about being abducted and sold as piglets.

"Gregory. Mr. Sartre? Eric's inquiry was affirmed.

"What about your daughter, I remember we mentioned her on the phone." Eric reminded the gentleman that his daughter was also a mutant, so he wanted to be taught by the Academy. Help her direct her strength on the right path.

"She's outside." Gregory. Sartre said with a grin, not thinking anything wrong at all. "She's afraid to see the living, so I'll come in first to take a look."

"Looks like a shy girl." Eric made a mental assessment. Then the visitor led him outside to meet the girl.

But the building was empty, and Eric couldn't find it after looking around.

"Hell, she's slipping away again." Gregory asked, scratching his head. "Are there any sports fields nearby?"

"Walk the road ahead and there's a football field." Eric replied.

"yes, I remember." The old man had indeed seen that place when he remembered it. "Then she'll be there."

Soon they were brought to the side of the football field, where a group of nearby 10th graders were running mercilessly, chasing the soccer ball like a date pit and driving it around.

Among them was a tall girl with a slightly dark complexion, she seemed to be athletic, not inferior to boys, obviously a regular exerciser, and her resolute expression and thick eyebrows showed how strong her character was, and it had nothing to do with the word shyness.

"Your daughter is in good shape." After looking at the girl's wonderful watch for a while, Eric complimented.

"That's right." Gregory was proud. "But I think she's better at throwing people down."

How do you say that?

Before Eric could think about it, he understood what the father meant.

When the two runners tried to get past the girl and score a touchdown, the girl clapped her hands and let out a shout of challenge, and the entire audience fell.

Not only them, but even Eric outside the field felt the ground shake violently, and old Gregory had experience, he had caught the barbed wire separating the playground beforehand, so when the shock came, he just rubbed his hat against the wire, and did not fall out of the way like the unsuspecting 10th graders, and crashed into his companions with momentum. Now the high school students are huddled together, rolling on the ground like cars rear-end on the highway, and some even plunge headlong into the grass on the edge of the playground, crushing the girls watching the battle to scream loudly.

This wave not only shook the ground, but also stirred up a puff of dust, like a hurricane blowing against the ground, coming out of front of Gregory's daughter, blowing a hundred and twenty yards away, and crossing the entire field before stopping.

"Beautiful!" After the old man stabilized his body, he shouted at his daughter proudly. "A successful head-on block, she did a great job! I taught it. ”

Eric raised an eyebrow, looked at the stunned 10th grader and asked, "That's what you taught too?" ”

The old man shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly: "That's exactly what I came to you for." ”

The game couldn't go on, so the girl came over dejectedly and said hello to the two listlessly.

Eric nodded at her in a friendly manner, pulled out a camera out of nowhere, pretended to be a photojournalist, walked up to the stunned students, and pulled them up one by one.

"Oh my God, there was an earthquake just now?" Only then did the high school students react and look around, but the people in the distance were unaware, and the earthquake they experienced was like a collective delusion.

"Nope." Eric replied, pulling a large handful of green paper from his pocket. "In fact, we're recording an outdoor show, and you've responded well."

"Is it a live show?" It was the boys who were skeptical: "Can we be on TV?" ”

"It's still a trial production, and I'll invite you again when I have a chance in the future. Come, draw one each. At Eric's persuasion, the high school students were quickly relieved of their doubts, and each of them took a Franklin from him as payment.

"The special effects are fantastic." They praised it one after another.

"Thank you, your expressions are good, keep it up." Eric casually complimented and quickly settled the matter.

Now it's Arizona's father-daughter turn.

"Do you always carry that much money with you?" Old Gregory asked.

"It's been like this since I started this business." Eric shrugged.

"Then you're really hard." The old man wanted to ask how much he had to invest each year to clean up the mess for the students, but when he looked at his daughter, he wisely dismissed the idea.

Fortunately, Eric didn't mention the problem of money, so a feeling in the southern cowboy's heart that could be called "good feelings" heated up sharply.

After returning to the office with Sartre and his daughter, and after entertaining them for dinner, the old man finally made up his mind to keep his daughter, and he began to ask Eric's opinion.

"No problem." Eric replied. "We, like any other school, don't have any special requirements, just agree to follow the school rules."

"That's good." The old man nodded. "Then I can go back to look after my lovely calves, and I can't live without them for a moment. So ......"

The old man hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to ask about the tuition fee.

Even if he didn't say it, Eric could see that Mr. Sutter's financial situation was not good, and that the drought in Arizona and the Midwestern states had caused a shortage of hay, and the price of a large bale of hay was close to fifty dollars this year, compared to the price of the same amount of hay in the past between fifteen and thirty dollars, and the herders were unable to use corn to make up for the shortage of hay fodder due to the increased demand for corn from alcohol producers, which also exacerbated their difficulties.

Thankfully, Eric dispelled his concerns.

"We don't take money." Eric laughed and pointed the students to Gregory. "They're all picked up from all over the place by the academy teachers, please forgive me for using the word pickup, but most of them are really penniless. We offer some help while they are self-reliant. ”

"They're all good boys." Gregory complimented, then turned to his daughter and gave orders in a commanding tone. "Then Corrie, you can stay here."

Corrie. Sartre nodded, she was a member of the academy from now on. (To be continued!)

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