"Where is the target?" On another building, ten feet away from the office building, a young man walked into the monitoring room and asked his companion.

"It's still in its original location, and Coulson recalls that it was his desk." The colleague was probably in his forties, not tall or short, and was sitting in front of the surveillance equipment in a coat to observe the screen, and replied without replying.

One thing these two men have in common is that their appearance is very uncharacteristic, and if you pass them on the street and don't remember how they dressed, you probably won't recognize them when you look back.

Now they are using a special magnetic field monitoring machine to determine the location of the target, and according to the height of the floor, it should be the level that the mutant leader has to occupy, and a bright magnetic field on the screen represents the existence of the new Magneto. For two hours, he remained there without moving.

"His patience is so good, I finished my meal and he was still sitting there." The young detective couldn't help but smack his tongue, in fact, he not only had lunch, but also took the time to read the newspaper to relax his nerves.

However, his colleagues did not reproach him, and while field missions have always been meticulous, monitoring tasks require patience, especially when dealing with capable and dangerous people, and everyone has their own way of relaxing in order to relieve stress.

So he didn't say anything, and after recording the time and directions, and reminding his successor again, he left this anxious place.

When the door closed softly, only the young agent was left in the surveillance room, who stared at the screen for a moment, and shot again and again with his finger gesture at the target's magnetic field.

"Damn mutant monsters, why don't you rest, why don't you die, why do you have to show up, so I can only stay here now." The continuous boring perseverance in a fixed post made the young agent full of resentment. He cursed softly, then slammed another blow to his imaginary target. "Die, score!"

He was entertaining alone in his room, completely unaware that while he was observing others, his every move was being captured in the eyes of his target.

Hovering slowly in the air, Eric opened his eyes, and now a clear human figure appeared on the floor of the hall.

Red for humanoids, blue for instruments and rooms, he took inspiration from the Predator's aids, and based on body temperature and magnetic radiation, he constructed a holographic model of the monitoring room in the opposite building, and his one was much clearer than the equipment opposite.

On the desk next to it was a piece of metal. Eric poured his own power into it, and the magnetic field that S.H.I.E.L.D. agents saw came from it, and the fluctuations in the more subtle realms were unknown to them.

Not just Aegis, as long as Eric wanted to, every surveillance location around him was under his control, and with a slight wave of his hand or a murderous note, those poor agents would die silently.

Thankfully so far. The methods used by the various intelligence agencies are still not beyond the limits that Eric can accept, so he only responds in a deceptive way, and if these guys dare to cross the line one day, a severe blow awaits them.

But before that day comes. They can still do what they think is right.

On the other side of the hall is an induction cooker, designed by Eric for the factory of the future.

In the history of steel production, the dominant steelmaking methods were open-hearth, converter and electric arc furnace. With technological advancement, open-hearth furnaces have been completely phased out, and converter steelmaking and electric furnace steelmaking dominate steel production. Induction furnace steelmaking is also a kind of steelmaking method, this method is based on the electromagnetic magnetic field and the induction of the charge to produce the induction heat melt material, its principle is basically the same as the induction cooker, but the magnetic field replaces the fire, and the crucible replaces the cooker.

Compared with the outside steelmaking equipment, Eric's induction furnace is an epoch-making level of smelting equipment, his unique talent makes him have a very special understanding of magnetism, and his Ming is far behind those melting equipment that can only be used as a small foundry to pour steel castings, a large number of melting steel or other metal materials is not a dream, it is faster production, easier to operate, and put into operation for a shorter time, as long as the site is built, on the existing basis in proportion to the scale and then add some adjustments, A powerful smelter qì was born.

When it is connected to Dr. Otto's powerful energy, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s orders will not be a problem.

Although Eric doesn't care about money, he has already made up his mind to step on the shoulders of Obadiah and S.H.I.E.L.D. to make himself reappear.

He's going to be more than just a hero, he's going to be a corporate tycoon with more influence before he can do more.

However, before that, he still has some personnel adjustments to make.

"MJ", Eric affectionately called the initials of Miss Secretary's name, beckoning her to his side. "I have an idea I need to hear from you."

The female secretary Jin walked over and looked at him quietly: "Is it about me?" ”

Eric nodded, he wanted to send the young lady for some training.

"I agree." The girl agreed, without even asking her employer what she was planning to do. "As long as it's your arrangement, I don't object to it."

Her attitude surprised Eric, who had the impression that Miss Secretary was not a very good talker.

"Is it because of Harry?" He wondered if John's words in the conference room were bothering her boyfriend. "Don't worry about me taking back my support for him, if one day he has to go back to Osborne Industries, we will also part in an atmosphere of peace."

Mary Jane smiled and shook her head.

"Even though we've broken up, I'm glad to hear your explanation."

"So, would you like to go to Miss Pepper, the executive officer of Stark Industries, for some time in management?" Eric asked tentatively.

"Will I ever be able to come back?" The girl did not answer, but asked about something else.

"Of course." Eric nodded. "This is your home if you want."

The word home made Miss Secretary laugh, and there was an indescribable resentment in her smile, and Eric suddenly seemed to understand something.

"For a small-town girl who goes to a public school, that's more than she expected." Mary Jane said softly. "My dream was just to be an actor and one day be on Broadway and perform in front of thousands of people. Before I came here, I never dreamed that I would be able to enter the business world and deal with the big guys. ”

"I can understand if you really don't want to ......," Eric said before Miss Secretary came over and stopped him with a warm finger on her lips.

"For you, I do." The girl said softly, and the affection in her eyes could no longer be stopped.

Eric felt the heat on his lips and pressed Mary Jane's shoulders to gently separate her soft body.

"You're a good girl." He whispered, with a tone of rejection in his words.

"No, I'm not." Mary Jane laughed. "I'm superficial, I love vanity, but I just like you."

Hugging him hard, the secretary stepped back.

"If one day you see my results, remember that I did it for you." The girl stared at him as she retreated to the door.

When her figure was cut off by the door of the hall, Eric suddenly felt an indescribable melancholy.

Now he felt that he was being more and more entangled, like a silkworm in the spring persistently spitting silk threads, wrapping him tighter and tighter with these fragile and fine silks.

If when he first arrived in this world, he was just a wanderer, but now he has been deeply immersed in the new world, and has truly become an inseparable member of it.

"Home?" Eric slowly savored the word, and he realized that he had somehow replaced his relatives with the appearance of young men and girls.

The three worlds seemed to coincide at this moment, from the place where he was born, through the space of the main god, until today's world, the three different lives suddenly resonated in a certain way, and this change made people who were as strong as steel inevitably panic.

Involuntarily touching the place where his fingers had been pressed, the temperature on his lips seemed to remain in place, and Eric sat down for a moment, and he didn't know how long it took to recover from this state.

It was already dark, and the days were getting shorter this season, and he reactivated the levitation seat, projecting power into distant places with the help of amplification tools.

At the base in Canada, Warren was looking at a photo of his daughter, and Christina's childish little face seemed to be still in front of him.

In order to follow the father-like Colonel Stryker, Warren tried every possible way to ask his daughter for help, but the shameful plot still failed in the end, and the mutant leader spared everyone in front of his daughter, hoping that he would be equally tolerant of Christina.

Warren was silently meditating when someone called him out, and as he walked up to Stryker, the chubby man was engrossed in observing a metal plate.

The metal plate the size of a 5o-inch TV screen was slowly changing, at first blurring like melted wax, gradually turning into a familiar face, and when the person's appearance appeared, Warren felt the old boss's body quietly tense.

Passing a distance of four hundred and fifty miles, Eric looked at the men below with a blank face, giving them orders for a major mission.

Coldly pronouncing out a few names, Stryker memorized that a bone-chilling snap would hit them soon. (To be continued!)

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