It's time to go back to the academy again, and Eric is on the road alone, and as soon as he enters the academy, he meets the child who often walks around the campus.

"Every time I meet you, Kerryne." Eric greeted the fire control kid, who was almost ten years old, and Crane hurriedly ran over to say hello. "Are you waiting for me on purpose?"

"And so to speak, who wouldn't want to get up close and personal with a hero?" This little clever ghost always has a lot to say.

However, Eric saw through his impunity, and after a while at the Academy, the little guy began to miss the colorful life outside.

"Thank you very much, but I still won't take you out." Eric, accompanied by an annoyed Kerryn, enters the main building of the Academy, where the professor and Hank are waiting for him.

From their narrative, Eric gets two new messages.

"Honors?" Eric pondered the word playfully, the award ceremony for the firefighters who had shown their mark in the crash was over, and the mutant White House only paid lip service to him, and although the public received mixed reviews, Eric knew that His Excellency the President and his Texas brothers would never have a much better impression of him.

Because of the accident caused by him and another Eric, the plane with a specific purpose did not reach where it was supposed to go - a Manhattan building that was specially insured for terrorist attacks with hundreds of millions of dollars, but crashed in the Plaza Building, where the carnival was held, which not only caused the owner of the White House to lose a large amount of insurance premiums privately, but also offended the financial tycoons.

It was inevitable, but they expected it to be followed by an insurance earthquake, and the tycoons who would have been purged out of the reshuffle were now sitting at the table despite their heavy losses, only to be eyed by the eye. Considering that the presidential term is nearing its end, the already clear re-election advantage has also added a dark cloud, and in such a situation where political and economic interests are damaged at the same time. It's strange that the White House would think about the award.

Things certainly happen for a reason.

Not long ago, a former White House counterterrorism adviser who was held accountable suddenly turned against him, who made it clear in congressional hearings that he had submitted an early warning report to the president and other senior officials days before the attack, but that the administration had not taken any corresponding emergency precautions, resulting in huge losses. As soon as this statement came out, the former adviser's immediate boss immediately responded to the accusations through the news media, but it was puzzling. The boss insisted on refusing to publicly appear before a congressional special committee hearing investigating the crash under an "oath of promise not to lie."

This has made the White House very passive, and in order to divert public attention from the situation before it expands, it has to continue to eulogize those who contributed to the tragic event, while honoring the military's heroic actions, hoping to offset the negative effects with a flood of positive publicity. It was only at this time that the Mutant Academy re-entered their sights, and then was put on the invitation list by the unwilling bigwigs.

Understandably, this is the first message, and from it leads to the second message.

In order to show that mutants are integrating into society under the inspiration of the Peace Act. In order to make the award more justified, several high-ranking officials visited Hank together, hoping to get the consent of the Minister of Mutant Affairs to recruit some young people with special abilities to join the army and serve the country.

Hank is cautious.

"In order not to repeat the tragedy experienced by the compatriots who were drafted during the Vietnam War. I rejected their suggestion, but they were tough, so I had to come back and talk about it. ”

Mr. Minister was worried about the appearance of high-ranking officials, even though he was already familiar with the vagaries of politicians. But it didn't take long for the consensus reached at the hearing to change the official attitude, which was a bit difficult for him to accept.

How to choose. Now it is in front of the three people at the top of the academy, at this time they are the leaders of the mutant society, and they must choose a suitable path for their compatriots.

Hank objected, and the professor still had to think, and Eric thought about it for a moment and gave his opinion.

"It's a small thing, but we can't be careless." Eric analyzed. "As long as politicians make our refusal public, people with bad intentions can set off a storm in public opinion, and the people may think that we are evading military service in disguise and putting us at a disadvantage."

"But it's even worse to let young people in." Hank rarely expressed vehement opposition. "They're all children, and once they enter a new group, they're likely to get lost in it, and the government can hold them high and make them obey blindly, or it can find an excuse to suppress dissent, and whatever they do, it will make us passive."

Eric spread his hands: "We are not the masters of our compatriots, there are always people who are willing to bypass us and contact the authorities, and that will only make us more passive." My idea is that we don't oppose or support this process, but we have to be very careful about the details, and all that needs to be done is to make sure that their choice is voluntary and voluntary. ”

His opinion was supported by the professor. From the moment peace comes, most of the previous methods are ineffective, you can no longer use your fists and whips against the villains who come with smiling faces, new problems require new ways to deal with them, so Eric has always wanted to expand his power so that he can have more say. Now even Hank understands that the tide is unstoppable and can only be accepted with reservations.

Things don't come to a conclusion all at once, and Hank has to continue to discuss the details with the professor, Eric bids farewell to them and comes to the campus, chats with Raven for a while instead of Auroro teaching the junior students, and then goes to the underground danger room to study the artificial intelligence that produces souls.

He had an unusual interest in the magical creation that the Professor had stumbled on, but a large magnetic reaction interrupted his research from the outside.

"You heard Hank's words, humans won't give up control, this is just their first step." In the sound of lonely footsteps, Magneto walked in alone. "I admit that you have done a good job, but the better you do and the more you get, the more those people will covet your power, and they will find ways to deal with you until they have your power in their hands."

"Who isn't?" Eric watched intently as the changes in the artificial intelligence were watched, his eyes calm and profound. "Every father tries to control his son, and they have the upper hand, but in the end the world will fall into the hands of his offspring. But I guess you're not here to talk to me about this, there's something I can do to you, and I owe you a favor. ”

Hearing his blunt words, Magneto smiled, Bai Sensen's teeth reflecting the cold light in the indoor light.

"Let me see if your power is progressing first." He raised his hand as he spoke.

The powerful magnetic field exploded in an instant, and dazzling electric light appeared out of thin air between the two most powerful magnetic controllers on the earth, and a series of crackling explosions and scorching waves of air began to pour out from a straight line opposite them, sweeping around the two of them like an endless tide.

Eric activated the artificial intelligence in time, and the danger room began to be protected, and the empty room began to show the cityscape, and lifelike men and women appeared around them, and then fled in all directions in shock by the battle between the two mutants.

"Use your best strength." Magneto laughed, there were few places that could withstand his full output, and after decades of awakening abilities, he was confident that he knew more about magnetism than anyone alive. If he really let go of his worries, he could even penetrate his tentacles deep into the earth's crust and affect the operation of the geomagnetic field in a certain way, which made him rarely encounter opponents who needed to fight with all his strength. And the security function of the danger room is not bad, here he can let go of a big battle, so that this young man can know how far he is from the real Magneto.

The simulated urban environment was quickly devastated, the police were as weak as they were in reality, the scattered bullets fell backwards and knocked their brains apart, the soldiers who arrived were equally incompetent, rockets, armored vehicles, and even fighter jets were useless, and there were few weapons that could adversely affect two generations of Magneto in this steel age.

The ripples of static electricity emanated from the brilliant magnetic field of the hedge, and from time to time dazzling flames of light rose from the void and quickly returned to nothingness, the metal pipes under the ground seemed to come to life, wriggling and twisting, and the hard concrete continued to drill out of the vicious steel bars as sharp as snakes' heads, and their struggles made the ground break closer, and the cracks began to spread out from under Eric's feet, and soon the buildings next to them fell into deep pits underground, and the huge superstructure collapsed, and then was crushed to pieces in a frenzied magnetic storm. Blown away from the invisible.

"It's not enough, try harder." Magneto took off his gloves and clenched his palms firmly.

The pressure on Eric increased suddenly, his forehead was silvery, and the palm opposite him had completely turned metallic, and with the support of the metal cells, he pushed his greatest strength out, and the scope of the ruins immediately expanded from them, and the buildings toppled and deformed, and the whole street fell into chaos, and then spread to the farther blocks, and the simulated humans cried out, no one had mercy on them, and in the magnetic vortex, flying metal objects and other floating objects smashed them into a blur of flesh and blood, Or cut into pieces.

The next moment, the ground completely cracked, and the two people hung in the air, as if they had turned into a volcanic crater below, and the scorching red light energy was rolling and tumbling, and a huge sharp noise pierced the sky. (To be continued!)

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