Dreaming is fun. &{}{}

Sometimes it will give you a fake experience that does not exist, and let you go through decades of life in a trance, in that magical state, you can satisfy a material pleasure that you can't get in reality, and you can also go through the joys, sorrows, and joys of the world. Whether you want to or not, the dream elves are always willing to squander their mana, and with a wave of a small wand, you will be involuntarily immersed in the illusion without the need for awkward and complex spells.

Sometimes, however, these dream messengers get tired of playing the old game, they become perverse and violent, trying to throw you into a completely strange world, where they turn you into a completely different person - no family, no friends, no familiar faces, nothing plausible, and your life must start from scratch again.

Now the owner of this dream is in this wonderful experience, he was originally just a small atom in the universe, and now he suddenly seems to have been chosen by the Creator, and the young man who loves to dream and a group of his kind have been blessed with the grace of the great being, and on the one hand, he is in great danger, and on the other hand, he is able to enter and exit the world freely, experience the unimaginable situation of ordinary people, and exchange his life for higher energy.

Finally, one day, this tiny atom is tired of the wandering life, and at the risk of being obliterated, he exhausts all his resources in exchange for a chance to come to another real world.

Now he finally has a home, and in this new world, people call him the New Magneto.

Aking from this long dream, Eric first felt the sensations in his body, listened to the movements around him, and was silent for a while before he opened his eyes.

Now there are no more hideous monsters that devour people at every turn, no sinister and vicious ugly enemies, and no students and friends that he knows and likes.

Only a pair of bright blue-brown eyes.

"Are you awake?" The charming-eyed master wants to determine his mental state.

"I think so." Eric smiled in response.

Without paying much attention to the glamorous lady, Eric quickly navigated the interior out of the corner of his eye, where the various defenses were very hidden. It's also quite thorough - of course, it's just relatively speaking, due to his special abilities, many metal weapons can't be used, so the choice of direction becomes narrower, but it can be seen that the owner of this place still has a lot of thought.

Various concave mirrors and sensors were displayed in the corners of the room, and there were sturdy fixing rings around his waist and neck, so he didn't have to look at them with his eyes or touch them with his hands, and Eric could feel some high-energy substance clinging to his body with the skin of his chin, and if he dared to try to mobilize his abilities, a powerful explosion would instantly destroy his neck.

But at this moment, he can't use his ability. Jimmy's blood extracts were still working, their effects were just reaching their peak, and he was shackled by an accidental metal cell, even more clumsy than a normal person.

This is a deficiency that only he knows, but fortunately, he has accumulated valuable experience and can use this opportunity to start over.

Of course, the "new" Magneto has to go out of a different path from the old.

He smiled slightly, and the pain in his body seemed to have been reduced a lot.

Now his situation is very bad on the surface.

The skin is faintly silver, and there is no elasticity when pressed, and the blood with silver threads at the wound is semi-coagulated and has never healed completely. The flesh and blood have become somewhat abnormal after absorbing too much metal element, but this is only temporary, and can return to normal at any time once the ability is restored. The main damage was the loss of half of his shoulder and a leg, which he had suffered greatly from the enemy's strange weapon in the last attack he had received before he fell unconscious. The exhausted body could not release the protective magnetic field, and the over-hardened stiff body also made it impossible for him to dodge, but fortunately, it was some old one-time consumables, after releasing the last energy. There were no more continuous attacks, and the captain who arrived later rescued him and placed him here temporarily.

"So. For the sake of your life and health, we had to cut your legs. Natasha looked closely into Eric's eyes.

"Understandable." Eric's calmness is comparable to that of a righteous saint, he calmly seems to be listening to the tragedy of others, and at the same time makes a "please continue" expression with his eyes.

"And your shoulders, and of course, your hands." The female agent managed her confusion well, and more carefully appreciated every change in him—the eyes, the subtle twitching of the skin, and the regularity of his breathing.

But the man below remained calm, so she was determined to give him one last blow.

"I'm also sorry that there were so many injured people and it was too chaotic, and you lost your hand and your leg that were taken off." This is not a lie, the security measures personally arranged by the commander of the bureau were revealed during the handover, and the two stumps were taken away at some point, and Minister Pierce personally commanded the detection, but no clues have been found so far.

It was a cruel thing to the wounded, but the professionally trained female agent looked forward to using it to break the target's defenses and show any unusual reactions, she had lived through the war years and knew that some wounded soldiers could bravely endure their disabilities, but they would be furious at the abandonment of their lost limbs.

Some poor creatures would even carefully wrap up their stumps and try to transport them back to their hometowns to be buried with them.

Maybe Eric is one of those people, too.

Natasha was full of anticipation, but once again her hopes were disappointed.

Eric smiled and nodded frequently, as if the female agent was not telling terrible news, but was performing a fresh and refined talk show for him alone, seeing this reaction, the red woman who had more life experience than the captain was completely confused.

In her life, she had never seen such a guy who had no regard for herself.

"Aren't you sad at all?" After talking about the current situation, Natasha looked at the other party's broken body and asked. Although she is also a long-trained elite, she is still somewhat moved to see such a tragic scene. It was difficult for Eric to verify how much of the expression on her face was real and how much false, but he had repeatedly shown mercy during that conflict, and I thought that the other party would not at least applaud loudly in his heart.

"I'm sorry," Eric smiled. "I'm not a single-celled organism, and of course it hurts."

"But I haven't found any of the injured people's reactions, or do you have any other ways we don't know how to get back to health?" Natasha is half tentative, half curious.

I'll survive for nine days even if I'm beheaded—Eric was tempted to joke with the pretty young lady, but he just smiled and didn't answer.

Looking at the beautiful Red Agent, I gradually imagined her as another enchanting and intelligent Red Girl, fighting the faint pain with the pleasant memories of the past, and then ...... in the wonderful memories He fell asleep again.

There was only a special glass curtain wall between Eric's room and the next door, like some of the facilities he had installed in his office, one side was like a mirror, and when you looked at it, you could only see yourself, and on the other side you could see the people inside through the back of the mirror, and now some people were observing him from behind that wall, recording and analyzing his every word and every movement.

"The magnetic sensor has not changed, it is still close to zero." A staff member reports to his supervisor after analyzing the color spectrum.

"Close?" The boss was not satisfied with his answer, and according to the layman's opinion, it was best to reduce the probability of accidents to a negative number.

"That's the relationship between his own cells, there is an unusually high level of metal elements in his body that he has never seen before, although I can't understand how there is such a change, but the experts have confirmed it." The staff shrugged their shoulders and pulled out the experts who weren't there to deal with the impatient chief.

The bald-headed and one-eyed black director was the impatient chief, and when he heard his subordinates' answers, he could only choose to believe it, although he couldn't help complaining, but it was not for the poor staff, but for another purpose.

"Between experts and mutants, I believe in caution more." Nick. Fury said to his colleague with a dark face.

This unfortunate colleague is none other than Pierce, and as a familiar colleague and friend, he understands Nick's thoughts very well and can only choose to appease.

"Then give you the captured Noh rifles and see if there's any way to recharge them."

These Noh rifles were obviously the trophies of the captain, they were like indissipable ghosts, and after seventy years, they came to him again, and when these ancient people and objects met, a new conflict broke out immediately.

Now that these things are finally in the hands of the One-Eyed Director, Nick still complains like a noisy child, trying to get more good, although there is some unknown joy in his heart.

"It's a problem, and we've only just found it." Nick chattered, but Pierce didn't want to be blackmailed anymore.

"It's only a matter of time before they succeed with the people who believe in you." Patting Nick on the shoulder, Pierce hurried out of the room.

"I hope so." Nick looked at Pierce's back, his eyes twinkling for a moment, and then left the surveillance room to find Natasha.

"I'll give him to you during this time." Nick gave her a task in a consultative tone. "We've modeled Eric's personality, we know a little bit about his personality preferences, use your strengths, try to know as much as you can, and of course don't be fooled by him - we all know he's tough to deal with, but if there's anything special......"

Natasha interrupted Nick's advice: "If there's anything special, I'll just report it to you." ”

"Correct." Nick paused and nodded.

As the director left, Natasha went to the special detention room again, and looked at the calm face with her shoulders crossed. (To be continued!)

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