In the lobby on the top floor of the office, the women had been waiting for an hour, but the hateful creature was still wandering around the outside.

"When will he come back?" Raven is a bit unbearable, and since taking over as Senator Kelly, she has spent a considerable part of her time maintaining that character, and although Senator has always been known for his stubborn and eccentric behavior, it is always suspicious to disengage for a long time.

For this reason she had already fired a round of servants, and the assistant had beaten two of them, and she had a rather bad reputation, and the worrisome guy was still grinding outside, and now she was a little annoyed.

"You'll have to ask her that." Jean still sat on her throne, floating in the sky like a noble queen, and when she heard the complaints below, she quietly motioned to the Shapelet to turn her temper to the other side.

So a third woman in the room appeared.

This lady with beautiful brown hair and a beautiful face was none other than Pietro's sister, the eldest daughter of the Maximov family.

This young lady is good at a magic that distorts reality, which can greatly increase the success rate of the real yàn, and the real yàn, who was specially invited by Eric and Qin to participate in the soul transformation in the future, is precisely with her existence, the wandering soul can be smoothly introduced into a new body.

Now she was waving her hands with a cramped face, as if she had done something very wrong.

"That ......", this young lady between a woman and a girl is in the last period of her life, there is an indescribable crampedness in front of the two imposing women, when she now looks at herself with four eyes at the same time, she involuntarily leans back and reports. Something went wrong. ”

"What's the problem?" Raven immediately questioned loudly, and the eyebrows on her charming face rose up, and she immediately became murderous. She has seen too much of the world, has met many big names, and now plays a high-ranking senator. Long-term ears and eyes naturally have a very strong aura.

Jean didn't speak, and continued to look down condescendingly, but the pressure she caused on the other party was even greater than that of the Demon Girl, and when the two personalities fused and successfully echoed with the unknown energy in the universe, her strength was already close to that of the old powerhouses like the Professor and Magneto, although they were still inferior in the field of psychic and magnetic power that they specialized in, but in terms of the overall amount of lì was not far from these prestigious predecessors.

So when these two men looked at each other, Miss Maximov immediately felt a great pressure, and it was indeed her mistake, so the young lady tamped her head like frost and told the truth.

It turns out that the new body that Eric has prepared for himself is also his coordinate in the physical world. It was the human figure carved by his own hands, this human figure was made of liquid metal material that only existed in the other world, and was guided by Eric's blood, which was supposed to be fused in a smooth way, but Wanda only paid attention to one of the conditions when moving - that is, liquid metal, and forgot about the other one, so Eric's invisible magnetic field was attracted to another storage zài that was closer to him and also had a liquid metal material.

"So where is he now?" Raven asked with concern.

Wanda timidly pointed to the west of Manhattan.

When Eric's consciousness descended, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Now it's like he's stuck in an iron coffin, surrounded only by cloudy air and pungent smells. There is no command of liquid metal at all.

It wasn't right to say that there was no at all, because he felt another small magnetic field calmly greeting him. The former Air Force captain was killed in the Green Goblin sneak attack on space exploration, and was later rescued by Eric and split into two people, and now the humanoid armor attached to the last test flight of his life is one of them.

The liquid metal distributed to him was less than a quarter of the original man. It's now like a spider's web all over the armor, acting as a neural network through this web. The soul can master the armor.

It's too late to correct it, Wanda's spells aren't always recoverable, and Eric can't wander outside for long, so it seems like he'll have to stay here for a few days. He exchanged ideas with the will transmitted in the air for a while, and the power of the piano finally retreated, and after the confrontation with the professor, she was also very tired, and now she had to go back to rest.

Then stay for a few days - in this bulky and dreary metal shell with your most boring creations.

Feeling this, Eric's head ached for no reason, of course, this was only a conjecture, and perhaps it was also due to the external environment - a large rude hand was rubbing desperately on the helmet, first with a grinding wheel, and then with sandpaper, as if he wanted to grind the rough armor into a mirror.

While being rubbed, he also heard a male voice like a singer bragging to others:

"Don't worry, Shirley, old Gilbert's craftsmanship is notoriously good throughout New York State, and I'll wear all the rust off the Pocky suit and return it to you with a beautiful finish."

This voice was a little hoarse, it sounded a bit like "quack", the kind of "male duck voice" that people usually say, and from his tone, it could be heard that the man was now interested, showing off like a male peacock on the screen.

There was no doubt that the object he wanted to show was close at hand, because a gentle and pleasant female voice naturally continued with his words.

"Thank you, Mr. Angers." Although he couldn't see the face, Eric had already guessed that the other party was a meek and amiable woman - and it was certainly not ugly, and hearing her voice made Pocky's soul fluctuate with pleasure, which made him immediately confirm the woman's identity. "I made some sweet muffins, you can taste them when you're tired, and I'll put them outside first."

Hearing her words, the hateful hand immediately increased a little force, and the man's spirit was doubled as if he had been injected with a keto, almost shaking Eric's head.

"Put it here, put it here." The man shouted, and at the same time took a long, intoxicated breath, as if the pungent smell of paint was not present in the room. "Wow, there's chocolate, it's still French, it's Mommy's taste! I just love sweet muffins. I'm going to work with the smell of it. ”

At the man's shouting, Shirley had to put down her snacks and leave after thanking her sincerely.

The sound of her footsteps disappeared outside the door, and the guy surnamed Ange's hand immediately slowed down, and now he could finally catch his breath, and the hard work just now made his old body a little unbearable, but his spirit was getting more and more excited.

"Shirley is such a good woman." The old man of Ange praised the breasts and buttocks of the surviving Curtiss family in a string of quirky, filthy-sounding French, and began to taunt the man of the house. "Curtis, this kid is really lucky, why didn't I find such a good woman as a wife? But now the kid is dead. also involved Shirley to do things for him. ”

With a "bang", Ange slammed down the mask of the armor to relieve his hatred, and the soulless Pocky naturally did not react, but Eric grinned invisibly.

"Mr. Ange, Pocky's armor is rusty from moisture, could you please help me repaint him?" -- The old man said in imitation of the voice of the surviving man.

"Of course no problem!" The male duck tried his best to pretend to be a very manly majestic tone.

Hey—he let out a sigh of incomprehension, got up and walked towards the door.

Behind him, Eric quietly dominates the armor. He wanted to see what ugly things this shameless old man wanted to perform.

Sure enough, he saw a wonderful scene.

, pouting his ass and sniffing carefully from top to bottom along the doorframe where Shirley leaned, a wrinkled old face was full of excitement, and his nose moved like a hound against the wood. From time to time, he squinted pleasantly.

"Ahh

"Worthy of Shirley, the flower of the elegant and wonderful community." The voice trembled, as if the soul had ascended to heaven by God's grace. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you might have thought it was an artist who was obsessed with noble music.

The old man was still not satisfied, and his dirty hands stained with dust pinched the orchid fingers. Without hesitation, he picked up a biscuit and chewed it, adding yogurt and baking soda, and the biscuit was baked until golden brown was soft and sweet, which made him full of praise, and he quickly ate a full plate.

After a full burp, the old man touched his stomach, and then remembered that he had promised someone else, and the rust on the surface of the armor was only half cleared, and he had to finish it as much as possible, so that he might be able to go to Curtis's house for dinner with a shy face.

The grinding wheel rang again, and the old man was annoyed by the noise, so he put on his headphones and watched TV, watching the news while removing rust from his armor.

"The president is dead—a good death, he was stoned to death by a decorative cross, and this must be a gift from the Son, who may have now taken a place in heaven."

Eric smiled slightly, and the old man continued to comment.

"Another fire, dead people? This fall is too dry...... Where's the nosy mutant? ”

The invisible soul raised the eyebrows that did not exist as if they had not heard.

In the midst of all this self-talk, the work was quickly completed, and now the flying armor was shining silver, and it was really as majestic as a knight's armament.

The old man was naturally undaunted, he admired his results for a while, stuffed a ridiculous feather duster between the steel fingers of the armor, and then climbed on the head of the armor on his own chair, and made a look at the mirror on the wall: "The old hero bravely fights the evil armor, and the hero appears in his old age".

After a moment of pride, he fell to the ground again, the old man was already covered in sweat, and it was almost dark, and he finally admitted that he couldn't do it anymore, and he could only go here today.

He had taken two steps outside, ready to make himself a dinner to fill his stomach, and as soon as he reached the door and saw the empty plate, he suddenly had another nasty idea.

"Curtis, this kid is not tall, I don't know how he usually satisfies Shirley, why don't I take a look at him underneath?"

The old man knew that the room was only an iron shell, but he had a kind of playful thought, and tiptoed back to stretch out his evil hand to the waist of the armor.

Then the back of his neck tightened, and the whole person was lifted up with a strong force. (To be continued!)

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