"Mr. Eric, what a coincidence."

As soon as he took the students out, Peter's colleague, Knuckle Daily reporter Eddie rushed over to say hello.

, Eddie spent money to ask him to pass on the message to Eric after he returned. The loyal guard refused, but the down-and-out reporter who was determined to get exclusive news was not willing to fail. He often stayed nearby and now he finally saw the results.

"Come on." Eric waved to Eddie. He needed such a person after his relationship with Mora broke down.

Hearing his call, Eddie was overjoyed and got into the car. He had thought hard and found a lot of excuses, but now he didn't need them anymore. He couldn't help but feel grateful to Eric.

"Tell Eddie, what are we doing?" Eric told the students.

"Rescue the hosted compatriots!" The young man answered in unison, and they agreed to unify their opinions to the outside world.

Eddie quickly wrote it down, and he interviewed everyone one by one. For the sake of the mentor, everyone basically said something irrelevant to the overall situation, except for one girl, that was Christina.

Recently, the glowing girl was completely isolated. After being released from the base by Eric, she took the initiative to ask her guilty father to return to the academy. She did not hide the mistakes she made from others. The incident of her sneak attack on her mentor aroused everyone's anger. On several occasions, Alison and Mary tried to take her to the corner of the academy to clean up, and it was John who rescued her.

However, although he was rescued, John did not give her a good face, but just performed his duties.

Now Christina has calmly accepted the reality. After this short and intense torture, her little face, which is somewhat fat, has become a pretty and silent girl. Through the affairs of her mentor, she saw that the identity of a mutant is difficult to tolerate to ordinary people, and the official is not trustworthy. Her father followed Stryker and offended too many people. For the sake of her family, she must follow her mentor.

No matter what Eric asked her to do, she wouldn't hesitate, and this determination might even surpass John.

So when her companions ignored her, Christina just calmly checked her equipment, recalled her past lessons and the instructor's orders, and then let her brain empty and gradually sink into a silence.

Eric seemed to have noticed something and looked over intentionally or unintentionally, but he didn't say anything.

Harlem is not far from the Morning Highlands. Walk north to 123rd Street and then arrive in Central Park soon.

It is probably hard for people who have never been to New York to believe that there is such a big slum in a city with such high land prices.

This place was once the center of black American culture and commerce, and it was synonymous with crime and poverty. It is no exaggeration to say that it is notorious. The houses here are old and disrepaired. The kitchens are all publicly used by several tenants, and they are dirty. Little mice often appear in groups. Outside the kitchen window is a crumbling fire escape, and thieves are more willing to pass by their bodies than firefighters.

Dongharin is a chaotic area in this area. Sitting in a bus crossing the street, I saw two gun battles just ten minutes away.

Some malicious guys tried to get some benefits from the car. Eric sent them away and when the car ran over. Eddie looked back in fear, but did not record it in the interview book, which made him feel more satisfied.

When they arrived at the agreed location, the Manhattan District Attorney, together with the New York City Police, were waiting there. After a brief negotiation, an informant got into their car to guide the way.

This is an African-American man in his forties, with short, curly hair clinging to his scalp. His black and fat face was greasy, and he seemed to have been soaked in formalin and emitted an unpleasant sour smell.

"If I were you, lower my head." The man said, squatting beside the chair with his stomach outstretched.

The students looked at him in surprise, but soon discovered that his words were not unreasonable.

Some black children of all sizes rushed out of the street and threw stones and garbage at the police cars leading the way from time to time.

"Are they spontaneous?" Eric asked casually, unable to see the children's movements, they looked both angry and excited, and everyone worked hard.

"Of course." The man nodded proudly. "Allen and Alecous are our own people. If they were still in charge, you would have been attacked more."

He is talking about two mutants in Harlem boys.

,,The two men partnered with each other and saved two blocks of East Harlem, but the tough guys who had recently wandered over from outside took their weaknesses.

"What can I say? After all, they are not the kind of people who are particularly good at fighting. Alecous can still be handsome with guns, so Grat can only come up with ideas. Now they are not good. The people on the street have been exploited by that guy, so it's best for you to capture that guy as soon as possible." The man said, with a fat face quite sincere.

"Is this why you are an informant?" Eddie asked casually after touching it from behind.

"No." The man smiled. "I just like money."

His yellow teeth seemed to emit poisonous gas, and almost everyone turned their heads.

Eric did not turn his head. He had seen even the despicable person. Then he asked the man in detail until he had confirmed the information he knew and the police one by one.

Now he starts posting missions.

"We don't interfere in the police's work unless someone other than the target takes the initiative to attack us." Eric said, looking at Mary. "There is only Mary. If someone is traumatized, Mary can be treated and Christina provides energy."

John hesitated for a moment.

"Speak to John, I don't want you to follow blindly." Eric pointed his name, so John asked his doubts on behalf of his companions.

"Boss, since Mary is allowed to help, wouldn't it be better if we go down directly?" His friends nodded one after another. After staying in the academy for a while, the young man felt his body was about to rust.

But Eric did not compromise.

"That's two things, and that means we have lost our position." He warned. "We are protectors, who are here to rescue the lost lambs, not attackers. It is kind enough to help heal the wounds and no longer need to show our strength. Whether the police are happy or not, we don't need to please them. Remember, most of them are ordinary people."

The young man heard what he meant. He looked at the reporters one after another, and Eddie quickly raised his hand: "We are on the side."

"Start prepare." Eric ordered and the students took their place.

Soon the gunshots outside the car started, and when they saw someone injured from afar, Mary ran over happily and helped the unlucky ghosts treat the trauma in a row of thanks. At this time, Eric felt a familiar magnetic field suddenly appear in his perception range. He looked in the direction, and Pitro saluted him with a smile.

At this time, the gunfire became louder, and the new leader began to rush out with hysterical orders. But his people were obviously not so cooperative. Eric felt two magnetic fields that were different from ordinary people quietly slipped out of the complex alley nearby.

At his signal, Pitro follows.

When we met again, it was already evening.

Looking at the palm prints on the faces of the two black compatriots, Eric was somewhat surprised.

"I thought you didn't like this way of contacting each other?" Eric chuckled, remembering the last time he was in Osborne.

Pitro was a little embarrassed: "He has been struggling, and I accidentally hit him twice."

"How is the effect?" Eric asked with a smile.

Pitro spread his hands and made an innocent expression: "The result is what it is now."

As they heard them say, one of them suddenly burst into tears: "My father has never hit me..."

It seems that Pitro's slap left a deep impression on them.

Eric smiled happily. He predicted that the conversation would go smoothly.

The negotiation result was not as expected by him. The two compatriots simply agreed to follow the arrangements. Pitro was their direct superior, and in return. Eric promised to clear them to the police. It was thought that Director Stacy didn't care about a corner of Harlem.

After coming out of Harlem, it was already dark and colorful street lights were flashing. The tall buildings beside the road looked like steep peaks, and the bright windows on the street were displaying various goods, silently attracting guests like the luxurious crystal palace.

Eric walked in front and Pitro was thinking behind him.

"Boss?" He finally couldn't help but scream when he was about to arrive at the office.

"What?" Eric did not stop.

The silver-haired young man was a little annoyed: "You have changed my life."

"Repent?" Eric smiled.

"I don't know." Pitro answered truthfully.

In another time and space, he once joined a fraternity with his sister, sometimes working for another Magneto, and sometimes helping the X-Men to be hostile, but eventually chose to leave.

They still want a peaceful life, but in Eric's world, maybe they will enter another life.

When he was about to enter, Pitro suddenly remembered something.

"Boss, you already have Qin and Ororo, don't mess with my sister."

He said solemnly, and Eric agreed with a smile.

"Do you promise?" The brother, who was very protective, was a little suspicious.

Eric raised his eyebrows and happened to sense that several familiar magnetic fields were approaching, so he raised his voice.

"Miss Wanda is beautiful, but I already have someone else in my heart, so Pitro, don't think too much."

"Oh." The silver-haired brother responded in confusion, and then saw his sister whose face was flushed.

The girl who came back from shopping with Wanda and her sounded like Pitro was taking the initiative to sell Eric her sister who could not be married.

And Eric refused, which made Wanda utterly unaware of what he felt.

She glanced at the white brothers fiercely and ran into the building under Pitro's inexplicable gaze.

"Wait for me." Pitro chased after me for no reason.

Seeing his embarrassment, Eric felt happy. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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