This is a remote woodland on the edge of the town, without a tar road, with only a layer of stones on the soil, and even such a trail has come to an end, surrounded by towering spruces and oak trees covering the sky, and only the bushes are lush with weeds.

"Just go here." Eric clapped his hands and stopped, and the figures nearby surrounded him from afar.

Agent Colson of SHIELD was walking in front, and he still had the serious expression. On the left was Captain America who had met once, and on the right was a female agent wearing a black tights and burgundy hair.

Seeing the acquaintance, the captain sighed and said nothing.

"Sorry Eric, I'm ordered to arrest you." Colson was as plain as ever, without a single word of redundant words, without fear or excitement.

Eric appreciates his advantages quite well.

He smiled and said, "I didn't even get accused of me. I almost want to thank you for your considerate."

"Then would you like to follow us?" Colson didn't have time to answer, and the female agent next to him pulled out a transparent handcuff from her waist. Her curly burgundy hair was casually dispersed on her shoulders, her eyes were slender and charming, and a wild charm appeared on the corners of her slightly thick mouth.

"That won't work." Eric refused with a smile. "I kept telling my children to be brave people, and surrendering is not my habit."

The atmosphere became increasingly tense, and teams of soldiers wearing protective suits surrounded the forest. They did not wear any metal equipment. Some held resin shields, some held transparent crossbows and throwing nets. A little further away, fully armed human-shaped mechas flew up from the treetops.

"Is that Tony's baby, or is it an exploration of aerospace imitation?" Eric murmured to himself, looking away from a distance. The mechas prepared specifically for him and made of a large number of non-metal materials are simple and heavy, and they are not the style of a playboy at first glance.

"Obadai's product." Eric smiled and pointed at the sky: "Do you think you're going to win?"

"If these are not enough, we can call for more reinforcements. As long as you don't run away as promised, we won't shift our target to Mutants Academy." A blonde man walked out of the crowd. Standing behind Captain America, shouting to Eric from afar. "Mr. Eric doesn't have to delay time. We have tested the potion. For each level of corresponding ability, the amount of potion injection increases accordingly. Although we don't have Level 4 mutants to do the experiment, we have prepared six for you. Even if you are the legendary Omega-level mutant, you must kneel down under the power of science."

His voice was loud, like a smug wolf howl. When he heard his words, the soldiers who were originally slightly nervous looked calmer.

"Why run away, another person blinded by rumors." Eric said very lightly, then raised his voice. "Is this the stupid thing Jimmy did?"

"Yes." When asked about his pride, the man laughed loudly. "Your little mutant fellow knew that he posed a danger to you, and was afraid of being killed, so he drew blood to his most trusted classmates for several days before entering the school. His classmate's father happened to serve the world-famous Watsonton Pharmaceuticals, and he benefited us endlessly."

"Jimmy has always been smart." Eric said lightly. The boy's pretty face slowly emerged in his memories and gradually disappeared.

"It is true, he was afraid that he could not convince his classmates. So he gave all the things. As long as he did not hurt his family, other mutants didn't care. Although he was dead, his soul would see us faithfully fulfilling our promises. Now you see, we have completely grasped your weakness. We retrieved a large number of video analysis before the crash and found that just by approaching him, you lost your strength and almost got killed by falling rocks. Now you were injected with six units of doses by blood extract. I'm curious how long you can last, anyway, we have time." The smile on the corner of the blonde man's mouth became louder and louder. He couldn't help but declare proudly, as if everything was really under control.

Eric looked at the sky. The drizzle had stopped, and the air had a slight smell of earth, which was his favorite weather.

"What's your name?" Eric asked faintly, his eyes seemed to be staring at the crowd opposite, and as if he was confused outside the world. He discovered his subtle changes. The captain's heart suddenly raised and he moved a step toward Colson.

The blonde man had no idea whatsoever, and the plan for many days was about to be successful. He was at the most proud time in his life.

"This is Derrichs from Texas. Please remember that I have observed your shortcomings. My name will be often mentioned by your fellow citizens in the future." Derrichs screamed with flushing cheeks. He was already seeing himself reaching the peak of his life in a trance.

In such infinite joy, Derrich waved his hand and issued an order, and a transparent crossbow arrow scattered towards Eric very quickly.

Arrows come like raindrops. This weapon that was eliminated after the modern pre-installed rifles was released has been placed with infinite hope at this moment. Their special materials are not afraid of magnetic fields and are sharp enough. After repeated calculations, the staff department believed that at least it could make the New Magneto busy.

But their goals miraculously disappeared.

The soldiers shot out in the first round quickly twisted the crossbow plate, not distracted from paying attention to the situation in the field. The soldiers who prepared in the second round found something wrong and looked at them with a blank look. Suddenly one of them screamed violently.

A hand flashing with silver spots penetrated from behind the man's chest, penetrated the muscles and fat layers, forcibly shattered the spine and the strong sternum and stretched out from the chest. With a "poof" sound, the front row soldiers were covered with fishy blood.

The man screamed, the crossbow that had been put on the string lost control, and the arrow was fired at a very close distance, immediately piercing through another colleague's head.

The blood mist soared. Through the bright red, the soldier who turned his head in shock saw Eric's cold eyes.

"Come on me, Eric." The captain shouted. He didn't bother to scold the frightened Derris and rushed over without hesitation.

The killing poke continues, and people continue to lose their lives every time they breathe.

"I usually don't attack others." Leaving the soldier who threw away the crossbow, Eric twisted the neck of a sneak attacker. "Except for the ones that pose a danger to me."

"You are not an ordinary person, you should restrain yourself." The captain was shocked by the soldier's miserable situation. He collided with his opponent for a moment, and Eric's strength exceeded his estimate.

Cells accelerate and rotate under the urging of magnetic force. They flash with sharp micro electric sparks to provide energy for their masters. The single power may be extremely limited. But when tens of trillions of cell forces of more than 600 muscles of the human body gather, Eric's power is unusually great.

This is not Magneto's ability. It is a skill provided by another world. This skill was originally difficult to reproduce from the outside world, but with the support of the mutant's power, it became a reality in Eric.

The captain was forcibly pushed away by him, collided with the fleeing soldiers and lost balance, and fell under the hills in a mess.

The flesh and blood body was completely powerless. Derrichs, who was hiding in the distance, hesitated for a moment and ordered the humanoid mecha to step forward and siege according to the established plan.

Feeling the metal parts approaching him. Eric smiled and waved his hand, and the mechas stopped in the air with great reluctance.

The target disappeared again, and the operator in the mecha was trying hard to pull the control instrument, and the alarm from his companions suddenly rang wildly.

With a "crack", a huge force passed through the helmet. The microcrystalline graphite material weighing only two-thirds of the steel but with a strength of more than five times was cut off by Eric's bare hands.

After the same light sound, the flying helmet fell heavily to the ground with flesh and blood and hair, and then the lost mecha could no longer stay in the air.

The captain picked up a transparent shield and threw it into the sky. Eric gently dodged, and then rushed to the other mechas that were rushing away.

The hard limbs flew into the sky, and the weapons parts fell like debris thrown by a tornado. Eric raised his silver hand and cut off the last mecha in half like a sharp sabre. In the midst of a bloody storm, the operator of the mecha felt lighter. He was overjoyed and thought he could escape the claws of death, but he felt that he had just rushed forward and felt like he was pulled hard by a rope.

He turned around in a panic and was shocked to see the increasingly heavy blood color. His remaining limbs were dragged by him and the blood was spilled all over the floor. Through the transparent helmet, the operator seemed to feel that his neck was strangled by his long soft organs. It became more and more difficult to breathe.

The last mecha was destroyed, and Eric slowly landed from the air. The potion in his body inevitably took effect, and his control was rapidly decreasing. In order to reduce losses, more body must be used.

"You are as powerful as me, but your chest is covered with the national flag, thinking you are fighting for the country, I see your future, Captain." Eric waved the blood on his finger and said loudly to the captain.

"There is no national flag in the future." He pointed hard at the captain's chest, and the man with the star-striped flag was covered in blood.

"That's not my future. I'm just fighting for my motherland." The captain replied firmly. The best alloy shield cannot be used. The resin shield cannot withstand the impact and has long dispersed into pieces. Now he can only rely on his body like Eric.

Several times, the limbs collided, and the ground seemed to be trembling faintly.

Then the captain was knocked down again. The fighting blood of the former reincarnator roared in Eric's body, and the skills that had been abandoned for a long time were recalled one by one. Although the captain had undergone arduous training, he was as restricted by the narrow world as Logan.

The attack hit the captain's liver area hard, hitting him with his feet off the ground. In the air, Eric grabbed his shoulder and punched him away and hit him on the trunk where the two of them hugged each other.

The huge pain made him cramp. He had never experienced such pain in his life, but today he tasted it.

"If you fight for your motherland, why do you appear in front of me today?" Eric did not approach him anymore and turned toward Dereth. "You were deceived, captain. You thought you were still an ordinary soldier, but in reality you were afraid to admit that we had left humanity far behind. I am not like you, I proudly accept reality without fear." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!