Seeing a soft sound in the distance, followed by a small white flower, Auroro was a little worried: "We won't break the observatory, right?" ”

"Of course not." Eric kissed her on the cheek from the side and smiled at the observatory while comforting the woman in his arms. "It's just a little mouse." Of course, he wouldn't tell her that there was a malicious gaze there, and now the owner of the sight was gone.

So Ororoan relented, and rejoiced in the process, after Eric's demonstration, she made rapid progress, and soon succeeded again, shooting a steel ball into the pond of the school, causing a huge splash. This made her so happy, like a little girl who got a novelty toy, that Eric was put aside by her.

With that in mind, Eric went back to his room. Auroro stayed on the balcony to continue practicing her new tricks, and she had already figured out the trick this time, and this time she wouldn't beat the balls again, but kept repeating to mobilize her strength in a small area. She already had the ability to drop lightning, but now she just limited this ability slightly, and followed a fixed pattern, once she became proficient, Auroro's electromagnetic cannon was even more powerful than Eric's, and it no longer took too much time to miss the opportunity as in the past when summoning storms.

Not only did Eric's arrival make John the Burning Man grow, but it wouldn't be long before a Storm Girl was born.

I don't know what people who saw all the wonderful means at that time would have said, but they would have felt stunned and exclaimed in the newspapers.

In fact, a similar report is in Eric's hands, and at the moment he is sitting at his desk and flipping through the recent newspapers, which the professor has specially asked the staff of the academy to send and where all the information about mutants that can be publicly gathered is gathered.

Open the top newspaper directly, this is Westchester's local newspaper, and its social section headline is Mutants vs. Fantastic Four. Eric took a look, basically trying his best to render the battle, maybe the reporter was late at the time, and couldn't squeeze to the nearest position to grab the shot, he just took a few unclear photos from a distance and then hyped up how grand the scene when the heroes fought each other, what kind of twists and turns between victory and defeat, and a simple fight came out of his pen as if the sky was falling apart. Seeing the reporters write about his defeat of Johnny as if he had descended from heaven, Eric raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

The tabloids pay more attention to the big scene, and the next base. The attitude of the Superintendent Science Monitor is not very friendly, and the old right-wing newspaper has found the police who have had their weapons confiscated. Cha, using their mouths to blame mutants and Fantastic Four, while counting the losses suffered by ordinary people this time, taking pictures of the flowers and plants burned by Johnny and the wreckage of the car that Eric borrowed and destroyed by the fire, and then severely criticized Eric's resistance to law enforcement. "Hero or criminal? The ultimate challenge to the law! Eric read the title softly, flicking the line with his fingers, very disdainful. Do mutants abide by the law. Will the government and the big conglomerates give up the persecution? No, they are bone-sucking vampires, and in order to profit from mutants, they will even legislate to protect their actions. It is difficult to say who is righteous in this contradiction, only the position is different.

Evil laws are illegal, and when the lives of mutants are not guaranteed, obeying the law becomes a joke. The law is like a shoe, if it's too tight to be bearable, do you have to cut your foot in half to fit it? It may be a fool, a madman, a madman with paranoia, but it can't be a normal person.

Eric tossed the paper aside, and the next few papers were in much the same vein, and he skimmed them all over the place, and just as he was about to put it down and go out, the headline of the social section of the newspaper caught his attention.

Who's Going to Defend Against the Fire Demon Rage: Mutants, by Christine Ewercht, New York Times.

It was the journalist who had been interviewed once, and Eric still remembered her, who kept her promise to report positively on the role of mutants in the firefighting. Not only did she find the firefighters and onlookers who were involved in fighting the fire, but she also interviewed those who had been rescued from the rooftop by Eric, and excerpted their words in the article.

"When I arrived at the fire site, the building was already surrounded by flames and black smoke, I looked up from the ground and saw a line of people standing high on the edge of the roof like helpless babies, and I thought that unless there was a miracle, they would die, but I didn't expect the miracle to be born."

An onlooker said this, and the accompanying picture shows Eric holding a black woman and holding a child in his hand as she descends from the sky.

"It was a good shot." Eric looked at his picture and read on.

Sora, a resident who survived, blamed the New York fire department for being slow to respond and failing to find a water source in time to fight the fire. The fire department denied the claim, with its spokesman, Michael Reid, claiming that the damaged building violated New York City fire regulations by dividing the building into 'pigeon cages' without a request and without fire extinguishers or fire escapes. Michael also pointed out that this kind of lawlessness is not isolated, and that a significant proportion of the city's high-density housing is similar to the situation, which also means that the threat of fire demons is only temporarily receding, and its ghost still hovers over New York. ”

Below this paragraph, the editor indicates in small print the information provided by the official information, according to Fdny's fire threat 6o surface algorithm, old, unused, or slum housing structures are more likely to cause fires, and low-income people live in higher densities, so the danger of fire is greater. According to incomplete statistics, an average of about 3,000 of the 1 million buildings in New York will have a serious fire every year, which not only endangers the residents, but also poses a great threat to the firefighters who come to fight the fire.

"We're firefighters, but we need help too." Said the black fire chief who had been in contact with him. "I've seen more than a dozen of my colleagues collapse at the top of the stairs in the fire and never get up again." Perhaps the memory of that tragic scene impressed him too deeply, and the black captain covered his eyes in pain.

"If I had to say, I wouldn't care about the trouble that comes with mutant fights, they have saved a lot of lives, and lives are priceless. If I had had their help at that time, my son would not have been suffocated alive in the fire. A family member of the deceased firefighter told reporters sadly that she was a pale 60-year-old woman, holding the remains of her son, who died in a mission half a year ago, leaving behind a two-year-old daughter, and she couldn't help but shed tears when she mentioned the past.

"Well said, we need each other, and if most people think like this, many tragedies will not happen, and our world will be peaceful." Eric muttered, his gaze looking at the end of the article, where Christine's opinion was.

"If you strip them of their powerful abilities, most of these heroes are only young people in their twenties and thirties, which is the age when they are energetic and brave and fierce. Is there a way for them to find a way to drain their energies and to direct their abilities to the right path and become part of the needs of society? Journalists are trying to find answers to the problem. In any case, since. Property, security, and resistance to oppression are inalienable natural rights, and if we ignore this and impose our ideas on others, there will be no peace between ordinary people and mortals. Journalist Christine Ivochert reports for you. ”

Throwing the newspaper back on the table, Eric pondered for a moment, then stood up, he had an appointment to go to the appointment, and the time was almost up.

An hour later, he was in the car to his destination.

"Looking for your money, sir." It's rare that the taxi driver doesn't rip off customers, and honestly gives him the change, Eric puts the tip in his hand in advance, and the two of them hand over the money as soon as they shake hands.

It is a regional hospital that mainly provides medical care and research for patients with advanced cancer diseases, and its main building is two heavy, iron-gray five-story buildings that stand side by side, and the main building is not many people entering and exiting the gate, perhaps because the hospital's architectural style is too strict to scare away people who want to come here. Thankfully, it doesn't look big, but it's pretty well equipped, and Mariano's uncle is the vice-president here, and with his help, Eric can get some convenience, and that's the main purpose of his visit.

Of course, don't get him wrong, mutants rarely get sick like ordinary people, and their troubles come more from the control of their own abilities. Without Hank's treatment and Eric's information, Mariano's uncle would have been helpless about his nephew's symptoms. Now that Mariano is finally getting back to health, his family is happy, so when he hears that Eric wants to find a hospital to do something, Mariano offers his uncle, who is also happy to help him.

Having said hello beforehand, Eric walked through the door and went straight to a radiology room, where someone was waiting for him.

"The machine is ready and ready to operate, and we have two hours without being disturbed." There was only a mustachioed man in the room wearing deep glasses and a doctor's outfit sorting out the papers, and when he looked up and smiled, his whole appearance changed, and a blue-skinned woman appeared in front of Eric.

"Who's going to do it?" Eric asked.

The woman blinked her yellow eyes seductively.

"You're so versatile." Eric laughed and praised.

"So, let's get the most important thing done first." Eric took off his clothes and lay naked under a machine in the center of the room, which would perform the most detailed examination of the inside of his body. He wanted to see what had changed in his body, what the combination of those silver metal particles and his body had been, if he could see it.

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