With Christmas days to go, a floating building catches the eye of all of New York.

"Now you can see a palace hanging in the sky over Manhattan." Among the thousands of onlookers, a female reporter with a microphone looked surprised and said to the camera: "It has been two hours since this palace was discovered by nearby residents who were jogging in the morning at seven o'clock in the morning, and we still haven't been able to figure out what it is - whether it is an alien spaceship or a cutting-edge product of some real yàn room - we still don't know, but we have found some insiders, maybe they can tell us what it is?" ”

The cameraman turned the camera, and a black man in a sweatshirt appeared on the screen.

"Well, actually, it was dark in the morning, my girlfriend and I were jogging along the Hudson River, and I didn't care about what I thought was an advertising hot air balloon, but we ran to Inwood Hill Park and we saw it again on the way back to Inwood Hill Park, and it was already dark, and we were now a house, and I thought to myself, 'Wow, are aliens finally coming to attack Earth?' So I hurriedly called the police. ”

"You want the police to arrest the aliens, don't you?" The female reporter asked.

"Maybe, I don't think they will have entry visas." The black man shrugged his shoulders, and then the reporter moved the microphone to the nearby police.

"So is there any way for the police to contact alien arrivals?"

"Not yet." The sheriff spread his hands out, indicating that he had done his best. "After we reported to the center, the helicopter came to check it many times, but there was a wonderful force there that kept our people and planes out and it didn't look easy to get into, so it was already in contact with NASA. I think the space agency would have a reasonable explanation. ”

"What's it like up there?" The female reporter asked the sheriff curiously, and the sheriff took some photos from his assistant and handed them to her, which were the original appearance of the palace taken by helicopters.

It is a semicircular arched building in the Romanesque style. The roof is made of a huge piece of clear glass, and no frame structure is visible. Inside, the hall is surrounded by a double-layer colonnade, although not as grand as the ancient Greek columnar buildings, but you can still feel the strong classical style and religious atmosphere, the stained glass curtain wall has a colorful pattern, cleverly decorated the transparent wall, so that it reflects the dazzling light in the sun, along the hall is a clear space. There's even a miniature fountain in the small square in front of the main entrance, but there are no crystalline droplets of water coming out of it at the moment.

"It's a temple, is it Jupiter coming to Manhattan?" Flipping through the photo, the female reporter exclaimed, now she doesn't think it's an alien spaceship at all, it's simply an ancient temple that has traveled through the long river of time.

In fact, the palace was more like a greenhouse, about 120 yards long and 50 yards wide, about the size of an American football field, and its owner quietly took it out and assembled it at night. Then the starting energy rose to the sky, and it was only in the morning that it was revealed.

Now, it's like a beacon that never touches the ground. Alone floating over the Hudson River.

"It seems that our masterpiece has a good advertising effect.".

"Indeed." New Magneto nodded. "It's the effect of 360 hollow cylinders and 1,700 maglev steel beams, and if we have enough time, we can have a better table, but it's enough for display."

"Now it's just a matter of waiting for Fury and the Department of Defense to come to the door, if they weren't so stupid that they couldn't even tell the point of this new product." The two smiled and looked at each other, and raised their glasses to each other, the secretary, Miss Gwen, who had just brought them Eric's specially treated wine, and the two great men were a little drunk as they watched the growing crowd gather on both sides of the river.

"The only problem now is the interior. I've asked experts to design the drawings, but it's up to you to figure out how to transport them. Obadiah touched his bare head.

"Call your men. Although it is impossible to transport the water source, the other utensils are fine. We tried to do it in one day today, so as not to let it take too long and make the advertising effect less effective, and to be honest, I need to do my best in Boston, otherwise I will be under a lot of pressure. Eric said frankly.

"With all due respect, you're really getting yourself in trouble." Obadiah knew about his companion's situation, but he was a little unimpressed.

I don't know if Pietro's promise was known to people in other states, or if the number of mutants is more than expected, and there have been more people coming to contact or defect recently, and so far there have been two thousand people, although there are no more than four hundred people like those days, but the overall sum is not a few.

Some of these compatriots are mutants, and some of them have families who do not have any ability, most of them belong to the helpless kind, although the law stipulates that the annual income per person is 10,000 US dollars below the security line, or the annual income of 22,000 yuan per household can receive relief and food stamps, it sounds like there is no problem with basic life, but the problem is that they are not safe, as long as they are kept secret, there is no need for bureaucrats to go to trouble, and naturally there are violent neighbors or street gangsters with bad intentions to provoke, If they don't resist, they can only be ostracized day after day, and once they can't stand the persecution, they will invite the partiality of the police to get them into more trouble, so that in a vicious circle, they will often become the cows of the gang, so it is difficult to bear the life full of fear, and they are forced to wander around.

Just like the two groups in West Virginia and Mississippi, they would rather live in the desolate wilderness than get too close to ordinary humans, and even if some ordinary people were willing to lend a hand after the peace bill was announced, they would not believe it.

It's not that these people don't want to integrate into society better, it's really that society can't accept people with normal abilities.

Eric was their only hope, and if he didn't help these people, who else could help them?

Neither the College nor the Fraternity could afford to take on this responsibility.

So he could only spread his hands again, shake his head and smile without saying a word.

Obadai didn't really care, although he knew that Eric had some planning, but it had nothing to do with the interests of the arms dealer, in fact, the more pressure his companions undertook, the more relieved he could be, otherwise he would have to worry about whether Eric would make a fuss about his material supply, after all, only Magneto New can provide a large amount of high-grade magnetic steel now, maybe in the next ten years, no matter how you look at it, he wants to form an alliance with this faction of mutants with Eric as him.

Now he has only one problem to worry about.

"How much capacity will you have?" Obadiah asked how his production line would start, and in the United States, where manpower is expensive, shortening the construction period through guò management methods is an important means of saving costs.

"It depends on how much you need it." Eric's answer was vague, but he was quick to explain. "You know that I have some special abilities, the production process of new materials borrows from my capabilities, the cost line is below ordinary factories, and the production capacity is far above them, so I give you such a low price, because that price can make you and me profit at the same time, so it is a long-term solution."

"That's very well said, and I also want our alliance to be stronger." Obadai raised his glass in appreciation, and with a 'ding' sound, the two touched each other, and then continued to enjoy the scenery outside, now the banks of the river can really be described as surging with people, and it is really a rare outlier to gather so many people here during working hours, and it is estimated that many company managers will have a headache for this today.

It was already ten o'clock, and the winter sun was shining from the eastern sky, reflecting the brilliant light on the outer layer of the glass palace, and Obadai squinted his eyes and quietly looked up at the building in which he was also involved, and gradually became a little distracted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you believe that in a few years a car will not need to touch the ground at all?"

A bearded man stood on the booth and said, with a four-wheeled suspended Ford on display behind him.

"With Stark's gravity reversal technology, the vision of the times will become a reality." The mustache waved his hand, and the people under the booth cheered wildly.

Silently recalling the embarrassment on the man's face after the car fell, Obadiah laughed, as if the events of that moment were still in front of him.

"Howard had imagined today, and he thought it would be Tony who would inherit Stark's dream of tomorrow, but he didn't expect it to come true in our hands." Thinking of Tony's deceased father, a stream of heat slowly flowed through Obadai's heart, and the arms dealer's voice became a little ethereal.

, although it was not without conflicts, but in the end their friendship was preserved, but I didn't expect Tony to come to power not long in his youth, he had to leave his own hard work.

"Boston is a great place, and that's where Howard and I met, when I was at Yale University, he was studying MIT, and at a football game, we came to Boston to compete against Harvard Business School, and in the middle of the game, a big balloon with a mystery logo came out of the ground, and it swelled and grew, and finally it spewed out all over the sky and spilled it all over our faces, and then I wondered what kind of bastard would have such an idea, and then I found out that it was the genius Howard of Massachusetts. It was with this experience that we worked together in the future. ”

"It's a perfect collaboration." Eric laughed. "Of course, it is still today."

"I agree." Obadiah laughed too. "Let's work together and leave Tony far behind." (To be continued)

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