When Eric returned to the top floor, Lancer was already waiting there.

"How is Shirley okay? And Angel Angel, have you shown your true form to give them a warm hug?" Eric asked casually.

"I need money." Lanser ignored his joke and made a request directly.

"How many?" Eric shrugged. This was expected. This good husband and father must have been unable to bear it when he saw his wife suffer.

Lanse was stunned for a moment. His intelligence still couldn't be fully restored. He knew clearly what he wanted, but when he needed to go further and refine it, his thinking got stuck. He hesitated for a long time but could not give a specific number.

"It seems that Mr. Curtis needs a life consultant, it's okay, I'll serve you." Eric shook his head and was about to dial the phone when John knocked on the door.

"Boss, Christina's father is here." John looked at Lancer and said to Eric.

Eric put down the phone.

"Look, the consultant came to the door in person, he was so attentive."

Soon, Warren walked in with her daughter. After a few remarks, Christina was sent out by the two elders, and now they are starting to get to the point.

"You saved Testanic?" Warren asked. He was originally doing business nearby, but he came to the door after hearing the news.

"It's so well-informed." Eric praised.

"This is not simple." Warren shook his head. "Many big guys are operating behind the scenes. They were about to close the net, but you were disrupted."

"That's a fault that they are not lucky. Both attacks happened in front of me." Eric poured Warren a glass of water and asked him to sit down. "A farmer worked hard all year long and waited until the harvest was good before he found that the price of the valley plummeted. Should he hate his neighbor who had reaped a good harvest with him? He should learn to accept reality."

"This kind of words are useless to me, I'm just here to remind you." Warren drank the water and looked at Lancer. The gentleman was staring at him in a daze.

Eric discovered the two people's eyes and introduced them to each other.

"Lance Valentine?" Warren had obviously heard the name. He frowned and then asked tentatively: "Valentine of Columbia University?"

Lancer had no expression on his face, and Eric answered on his behalf.

"That's right." He said.

Warren curled his lips. Although he was a soldier, he had engaged in many illegal activities, this could not stop him from despising another illegal person psychologically.

Fortunately, Lancer has no pressure at all. If Eric hadn't insisted on playing this role, he would have hoped to become himself.

"Mr. Lancer has a question and is about to ask you this experienced person. Maybe you can give him some advice." Erick asked Lancer about elementary school.

Speaking of the cultivation of the next generation, Warren has obviously become energetic. He is half an expert in this regard, who cares about the next generation.

"Go to private primary schools. Now the government has a deficit, spending is cut every few days, and teachers in public schools are worried about being laid off all day long, spending their time traveling and protesting. It is better to go to private schools, which is more stable and of better quality."

"What are some good recommendations?" Eric asked, and Warren pondered for a moment.

"The high-end private primary schools near the Northern District of New York charge 25,000 yuan a year. In addition, summer camps or other training costs are around 30,000 yuan a year, but the school environment is good and the teaching level is much higher than that of public schools. Teachers from prestigious schools often join. Only elite teachers can cultivate elite students more easily."

"So can you do it for me? Mr. Valentine is not convenient for me to come forward?" Eric gave him a "you understand" expression, and Warren agreed immediately.

"Will Angel be bullied at school?" Lanser asked, only remembering Shirley's concerns in his mind.

Warren didn't know who Angel was. But this didn't prevent him from answering the questions.

"There are few people in private primary schools that are bullied. Schools and teachers will guide and encourage children to socialize, and will be forced to engage in some sports activities, but they will not be out of line. If you want to compare me, I think private primary schools are like car airbags. Many people have never jumped out of the car airbags for their entire lives. Maybe the airbags are useless when they collided head-on. But if you can, it is better to buy a car with airbags."

"What a metaphor, Mr. Valentine can rest assured now, go and do your business. I will ask Warren to take care of those two." Eric sent Lancer away, and now he can talk to Warren about the matter.

Watching Lancer open the window and turn into a pool of transparent liquid emitting a faint silver light flowing away from the narrow gap, Warren was amazed, thinking that this was also a mutant.

"Although I also have mutant genes, I have to say that every time I see these people, I feel incomprehensible. How can humans do this?"

"You have to ask God, he created us." Eric replied casually. "I believe that you will not just remind me to mess up other people's situations, what else is there?"

"We're being targeted," Warren replied.

***

On the other side of the city, Dum sat on the balcony and looked down at the street below, drinking wine constantly. His body mutation had reached a new peak, and many effective harms to ordinary people could no longer work for him. This is why he threw away many bottles and was burned to death, but he would never get drunk no matter how much he drank it. The ethanol came into his body and played a role similar to energy, making him full of energy, but he couldn't find a place to vent.

The company is about to collapse. He has been betrayed by friends and is parasitized by unknown objects in his body. Dum's patience is about to reach a critical point. He really wants to break through his previous self and do something.

If it weren't for the last time that Eric had been taught a lesson, he would have visited those arrogant investors long ago. At this point, what else can he not lose?

He has nothing left.

If possible, Dum would like to let go and run back to his hometown in Latvinia. Anyway, with this ability, he could start over there.

However, the most urgent task is to remove the parasites in the body first. This is the biggest hidden danger. As long as it is not eliminated for a day, his life will be played with by Eric.

When he thought of this, he was so distressed that his temples kept jumping. The parasite did not move at all, as if it did not exist at all, only his weight increased ten pounds out of thin air. He had tried to take it out by himself, but the sharp scalpel was difficult to play a role in his metalized body. This kind of thing could not be done by outsiders, so he could only admit the reality helplessly.

Should I bow to Eric and ask him to relieve the hidden dangers in his body - this is the idea that has been tormenting Dum for many days.

Now he continued to struggle, throwing away the Grenada rum in his hand, which had a concentration of only 69% honey-colored rum. He urgently needed a spicy wine to anesthetize his mouth.

So he changed into a bottle of Jinmai, a spirit that is prohibited from selling in many states, which contains up to 95% alcohol, which can effectively stimulate Dumm's spirit.

Just when he wanted to drink this spirit, a small figure suddenly appeared on the street below. Even through the distant space, Dum recognized that he was his fellow countryman. He had met at a sorority meeting at the State University of New York, Lancer Valentine, a Latvinian from Columbia University.

A few days ago, he also saw the wanted order from the police for this fellow villager. It is said that he killed someone and escaped without a trace, and it turned out to be nearby.

Dum left the room, and ten minutes later, he came back with the man.

"Brother Lanse, I heard about you, but I didn't expect that a genius like you would have fallen to this point." Dum brought Lanse and ordered some food for him. He guessed that Lanse must have been in a down-and-out past few days. Thinking of his current situation, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for this fellow villager. This emotion was quite rare for him, but considering the similar backgrounds of the two, it was not so difficult to understand.

"They want to steal my results, and I'm just forced to fight back." Lanse read the script without expression. In Dumu's eyes, his appearance must have undergone a major change in temperament after stimulation, so he had no doubts.

"What is the result? I remember you are a researcher of metallurgy?" Dum asked casually.

Lancer paused for a few seconds as Eric ordered, then stretched out his right hand in a hesitant posture, and then it changed from a normal human hand to a sharp long sword under Dum's nose.

puff!

Caught off guard, Doom coughed out the wine. He thought it was some kind of recipe, but he didn't expect to see another mutant.

"How did it do it?" Dum asked quickly.

"Ray illuminates." Lanser answered briefly.

The same experience as Dum made him completely lose his guard. Now his eyes were flashing with an inexplicable light and he touched his abdomen.

"Lance, I need your help."

“We need the help of mutants.”

Financial tycoon Tistannik is now saying similar things in his private castle. In front of him is a group of financial oligarchs who have also suffered losses in the attack. These people have monopolized the country's banking industry for the past hundred years and are called upon in the financial market. Now, such attacks have allowed them to see another Roosevelt era coming.

"This time we may have lost all our pants, but as long as we are still sitting at the gambling table, we have a chance to turn the tables. The White House can collude with arms groups, use those people as thugs, and we can also form alliances with mutants to charge for our interests."

"This is a sacred war, but we will never retreat, because our existence means that the tradition of this country will not be cut off, and we will not fail. We will hire a group of strongest allies with countless dollars until the rogue politicians who dare to challenge us are completely erased!"
Chapter completed!