"She didn't go to Reed's, did she?" Dum Ong asked angrily, he had not expected an answer, for it was not the servant's business, but the servant answered his question anyway. &{}{}

"I don't think so, I saw Miss Susan in a little car heading north." The maid said.

"That's good, that's good." Doom couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart, maybe he had known this day for a long time, and now that the situation he was worried about was really raw, his heart was calm.

They were originally people of two worlds, and it was always a good thing that Reed had been infinitely close to Susan, and now that he didn't win.

In this way, he was able to focus on himself.

Back in the bedroom, he began to examine his body, he remembered how Eric's metal bug had burrowed into his body, but now that his muscles had recovered and smoothed, there was no strange feeling in his abdomen, and if it weren't for the faint white scar reminding him that the injury was not fictional, he might have thought it was a dream.

"What the hell are you?" Dum muttered that silver metal cells appeared all over his body now, and he couldn't go to the hospital for a check-up, but fortunately, he didn't feel uncomfortable at the moment, which was his only comfort.

"By the way, I'll have to find information about that guy, maybe something new." He just woke up from a dream, and hurriedly returned to the living room to find the news reports that had been ignored recently, due to the increasingly unfavorable shape of the company, he had not paid attention to things other than business for a while, and now he had to make up for this lesson in time.

Soon he got the information he needed, not too detailed, but enough for him to deduce some key points. Now Doom smiled bitterly. Pat your forehead vigorously and lie on your back on the sand.

"Damn. I would have messed with such a guy. He muttered to himself. It's really dizzy, at least you should be prepared. No wonder I lost so badly. ”

He was still haunted by his loss, but now that it was a fact, he had to put it aside.

Doom picked up another newspaper, the latest bulletin, with a photo of the three men shaking hands and smiling on the front page.

That's Norman. Osborne, the head of Exploration Spaceflight, and Eric.

The smiles of the three people were very bright, as if they were scattering light.

In their background, Tony is faintly visible. Stark's figure, the reporter seems to be silently hinting at something.

Title: The Triangle Alliance is formed. Where does Stark go from here?

"Maybe I can ask Susan to ......," Durm shook his head as he thought of it, as if desperately trying to get this shameless thought out of his mind. No, I can't, I don't want to lose Susan. ”

"But the company is more important to me!"

"No, no!"

The two opinions vehemently rejected each other, and at this moment, Doom, who was born in a poor Latvia, fell into the most difficult puzzle of his life.

Time flies and the bill on mutants in Congress comes out with astonishing degrees. Staged. The reason why it is so divine is that its content is so large that there are not many specific rules for operation, and it is not so much a bill. It's more appropriate to say a memo, but no one will pay much attention to it at this time, and its appearance itself represents a step forward.

What's next. Then we have to look at the exhibition of the shape shì.

Soon after reaching a strategic partnership with Osborne and Exploration Space, Eric provided the first batch of maglev metals. The volume of this shipment is not large, and they will be mainly used for motive and special-purpose components. Due to its excellent performance, it will greatly enhance the effect of industrial products.

During this time, Obadiah and Pepper, whom he met at the reception. Miss Potts also visited together, Obadichi out of his duties as CEO, and Pepper sincerely hoped that Stark would not be left behind in this new competition, but for various reasons, the pleasant atmosphere of their meeting did not work, and it was rumored that Tony was in the same place. Stark's backlash led to Stark Industries' attempts to collaborate with mutants came to naught.

Stark's stock price fell fifteen points during this period, and Osborne's stock price more than doubled that amount, but a new problem arose, who could stop Osborne's board of directors from taking the opportunity to sell his shares - obviously Norman couldn't, and he ran over angrily and chatted with Eric privately for a while, and then left in a hurry.

The next day, it was rumored that Osborne would change management, and Norman was in power, but at this time, another theft broke out, and Osborne's cutting-edge product, the new material maglev glider, was lost again.

Under this chaos, no one knows how Osborne will deal with it, whether the mutants will change their minds, and whether Obadai's exploration space will be robbed by fire.

In the eyes of the outside world, this triangular alliance only shines for a moment, and then it seems that it is going to go its separate ways.

Another day passed, and Carnival arrived.

"Welcome to the World Carnival, with Messi. Grey—" The host shouted loudly in the square, and the crowd that was gathering in the square was immediately ignited. Love, both men, women and children, cheered and jumped.

The black woman in red took the stage to cheer, her chubby body swaying, singing passionate songs, and the arms of the audience rose and fell to the rhythm of the music.

"Do people with the surname Grey like red?" Allison and her classmates followed Eric, discussing the preferences of the academy tutors, and when she looked up, she had a new appearance: "Peter? ”

The students looked over to her finger and sure enough, they saw Peter, the nephew of the janitor's class, holding a camera and greeting him from a distance.

Peter had recently worked as a part-time photojournalist for the famous tabloid Clarion Daily, where the asking price was not high but the money was pleasant, and Pitt weighed several newspapers of the same nature and finally chose it. Eric had also accepted his request to have his photo taken with the students, but the newspaper had never said anything nice, and after the newspaper was published, his uncle complained that Peter would never do such stupid things again.

Now his goal is Spider-Man.

That's right, it's Spider-Man.

Looking at his sophisticated work in the crowd, Eric couldn't help but feel that this boy was growing up so fast.

"Leader?" Just when I sighed. A unique salutation interrupted him.

There was no need to look back, Eric knew who would call him that way.

"Hello. Mariano. Eric greeted the visitor, and today he was dressed as a Popeye. There was a small child next to me.

"Your son?" Eric asked, the two of them were a little similar in appearance, both had clear eyebrows, but Mariano was tall, and it was easy to overlook his appearance.

"My nephew." Mariano smiled and patted the back of his nephew's head. "This is Mr. Eric."

The kid smiled at Eric, who replied enthusiastically.

"Together? We're just going for a walk. Mariano made an invitation, and the two waves came together and slowly browsed through the square.

The square is now very crowded, and only in the marginal areas is there less crowded. Huge balloons float everywhere in the sky, and many familiar cartoon characters fly in the air. Surrounded by skyscrapers, advertisers have wasted no time in placing huge advertisements that will take advantage of this eye-catching opportunity to make a fortune.

A car drove over in the distance and stopped at a forbidden place, and several people nearby hurriedly leaned over, opened the back window of the car, and an old man in black and white appeared in front of them.

"Are you sure it's here?" The old man asked coldly, and the people outside nodded in confirmation.

"That's good. I'm going to see our new Magneto. The old man patted his leg as he spoke, and his subordinates opened the car door for him, and he Shi Shiran got out of the car and walked towards the square.

"What kind of person he is. How old are you, how tall are you, and what is your personality? The old man asked as he walked. His men kept answering him.

"Oh, like me." The old man laughed strangely. The laughter sounded eerie, like a night owl crying in the woods. The subordinate involuntarily shrank his neck. "Everybody says that, it can't really be a clone made by some real room, why didn't Charles inform me."

"I've heard that he's good." The subordinates had the courage to speak for Eric, and through the Shapeshift, many people in the Brotherhood had been helped by Eric, and if it weren't for the suppression from above, some people would have defected to the Academy.

"When everybody says that, the problem comes." The old man stopped, looked back into the eyes of his men, and did not dare to look up. "Because there's only one Magneto in the world."

"That's me." The old man retracted his gaze and looked at the square standing proudly, his black coat rustling in the wind.

Then a loud bang exploded in front of him.

"Is this a show-stealing?" The old man was a little displeased. "Let's take a look."

So they walked towards the crowd that was frightened by the sound of the explosion and fled outside, at first the crowd was too crowded, and it was difficult to evacuate at this time. Cha tried his best to channel, but it didn't have much effect.

A strange man in green armor and a devil's helmet with yellow eyes stepped on a glider and flew through the air, spilling a string of crazy weird laughs and several pumpkin-shaped bombs.

"Yo, he's pretty good." The old man turned his head to look at the explosion, and the strange man circled over the square for a quick circle, and returned to the place where the bomb was originally dropped, which was an open balcony from which Osborne and the important people of space exploration were watching, and if Eric and Peter were nearby, they would be shocked to see Harry and his girlfriend Mary Jane struggling on it.

A few more small pumpkins were thrown over, and the situation became more and more sinister there.

Large chunks of cement fell off the building and fell down on the people below who didn't have time to dodge, and the railings on the platform had long since been broken, and some people couldn't escape and fell to the edge.

At this critical juncture, a figure stood up, he raised his hands to hold the reinforced concrete building in the distance, so that the crisis did not worsen, someone recognized him, shouted his name, and then the crowd boiled.

"Magneto!"

"New Magneto!"

The people shouted like this, and the old man walked over curiously and saw the familiar face. (To be continued!)

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