After Christmas, the factory in Boston was finally officially opened.\.\

During this period, with the assistance of SHIELD, the old factory was reorganized and the simple house used to resettle immigrants was basically completed. So Eric invited some friends and local related people to announce the opening with Hank.

"It's really unimaginable that such a simple product will take shape." When Minister Hank spoke on behalf of the mutant, Eric moved his finger to manipulate it, and no one else was there -- a process was completed soon.

After the temperature dropped, the director picked up a sample and knocked it out. The crisp sound echoed in the empty workshop.

"I worked in a steel factory before I joined the army. At that time, it took at least a whole day to cook a pot of iron. Now, it takes an hour to directly melt iron using insulating electrodes. You only need one minute to pass the electromagnetic field, without fossil fuel, there will be no air pollution, energy is still free, and raw materials are not worth much. I really envy your talent, Eric. How much does a ton of scrap steel cost now?" Fry asked casually while throwing the sample.

"The price on the East Coast is about 275 US dollars." After roughly estimating, Eric replied. "Do you think we have a high profit and want to change the contract?"

"If you don't have to do that, Stan will rush into my office with his war machine." He joked with Obadai, and then Fury turned his remaining deep eyes over. "This is our first official meeting, but I think we are no strangers. Agent Colson may have expressed S.H.E.L.D., and now I want to reiterate it myself: Eric, we want to maintain good cooperation with you--if you can respect this country and those who have good intentions to your fellow countrymen, we can be friends."

Like Colson, Fury's words were restrained enough. Eric could hear his sincerity, and he and ASCHUT had no essential conflict, so he also showed his kindness.

"As you can see, everything here is evidence that we are willing to engage with the outside world. I want to tell you through this factory that I, like my compatriots, can play a unique role in national security and prosperity. We live on the same continent and we share common interests, not only for the well-being of our own compatriots, but also for the people of the entire country. We purchase goods and services from the outside world, give back to our own specialties, and if we evaluate them with a fair attitude, people will understand that I am trying to find a way of coexistence and cooperation that is healthy in competition, confrontation or conflict."

"I agree with this, so under my leadership, SHIELD has been working hard to cooperate--except that unpleasant time." Fury said in a deep voice, pausing in a very unremarkable tone when referring to his leader.

Eric noticed this and nodded in a short answer.

"Full understanding. Loyalty may be misunderstood, efforts may not necessarily be rewarded, and honor is always more likely to be forgotten than scandals."

"That's what it means." Fury's voice became deeper and Eric's words did come to his heart. "My father participated in the European War. He once fought with the crazy Germans in the trenches of the Marne River. My mother told me that he was a hero when he went to war, and when he came back, he was only disabled. In the sixth year after the war, politicians tried to refuse compensation for retired soldiers---patriotism that can be bought and sold is not patriotism--how dare they say such words, so my parents and his companions marched towards Washington with the national flag and the flag for compensation or job opportunities."

"Where were you then?" Eric asked.

"Oh, I think I was sleeping in the family's clothes when I was on my mother's cart." Looking back at the past, Fury shook his head and said. "Hundreds of people walked into the city center from the suburbs and the countryside, and after protesting for a long time, they were finally compensated."

"I don't think that would be a satisfactory number." Although I don't know that history, Eric can also guess the shamelessness of politicians.

"People of your age will be surprised to hear this number." Nick laughed rare. There was helplessness and bitterness in his laughter. "In the end, the MPs and men expressed kindness and promised to compensate those who served in the country one dollar a day. Fifty dollars of which were paid at that time, and the remaining dollars were cashed in 1945."

"Oh!" Even though he knew how shameless the politicians were, Eric still failed to estimate their lower limit.

"My father called this compensation 'tombstone compensation' because he couldn't wait for the government to pay the compensation, many of them had long died. So by the Great Depression of 1932, a large number of veterans who could no longer see hope began to march towards Washington, and my father, with his companions, once again, went along the railway through cities after city, towards Washington."

It doesn't need to be explained by Fury's explanation, and Eric knows what is waiting for them.

The veterans persisted from May to July, not as noisy as the outside world thought. They kept order and disciplined well. Some people left, and in the end more than 20,000 people persisted. At this time, it was getting hotter and hotter, from June to July, the weather became hotter, the sanitation conditions of the camps deteriorated rapidly, and the food supply became increasingly tight. The organizers of the veterans became increasingly worried, but what they were more worried than them were the politicians on Capitol Hill, and finally one day the conflict broke out.

Without recalling that tragic past, Fury remembered the beautiful side first.

“At that time, schools, buses and cinemas were still segregated, and the veterans in the camp lived and worked together, ate together, and were entertained together, the first time I remembered the massive racial confusion efforts.”

Then the tanks rumbled across the streets of the capital for the first time and rushed into the harmonious camp.

"...There are crowds everywhere on the streets, many with their wives and children, but most of them are driven away by cavalrymen. Some soldiers wearing gas masks throw tear gas at the crowd. The explosion of tear gas caused many fires: the temporary sheds built by these veteran towers near the armory began to burn... I will never forget that day."

He lowered his head and mourned silently for a moment, Fury touched the black eye mask to make a final summary.

"So from then on I realized that if possible, I must always maintain my value, otherwise I will be abandoned sooner or later."

"It makes sense, Nick. What you said makes sense." Eric agreed, and he could not disagree. "Kennedy hopes that the world will not always ask the country what it has done for individuals. Instead, they ask themselves what it has done for the country. In fact, this sentence is the right thing to ask the other persons - many people pay too much for the country, and the country pays too little for the real meritorious ministers. Although there are also exceptions, in most storms, the most hurt is often the ordinary people who respond to the call to follow the law."

"No," Fury laughed, his one-eyed eye covered with infinite depth and cunning. "So Stark said it well, if you want not to be bullied, your stick should be thicker than others."

"What kind of stick do you want?" Eric asked with a faint smile.

"The wooden stick may break, and the iron stick may be taken away. Only the friend's arms are the most reliable reliance." Fury said slowly at the mutant leader.

"Then let's turn us into two parallel lines, keeping tacit understanding and distance." Eric finished speaking in the same tone, and a big black hand reached over the opposite side.

When the two big names exchanged views, Hank and the mayor of Boston finally ended. About two hundred guests walked into the production area under the leadership of John and others. The workers demonstrated several times like Eric had just demonstrated to Fury. The whole process was simple and efficient, especially its cleaning left a deep impression on the guests.

Without the help of S.H.I.E.L.D., the relevant procedures would not have been passed so quickly. But if the conditions were not met, even with the help of the White House, Eric would not have thought of building a factory next to this city that boasts of Athens and the center of the universe.

When the satisfied guests left, the reporter disappeared outside the wall. Now there is finally no need to hide it.

Eric began to talk to his fellow citizens who had been placed here. Facing his hot eyes, he walked into the men, women, young and old, and everyone gathered together. He rushed to shake hands and talk to him, trying his best to express his gratitude.

"My children." He picked up a two or three-year-old child with his left hand. Eric called the person surrounding him. No one opposed him using this word to call himself. "From the beginning of this country, we have had a complete land of our own for the first time. There is no fear, no shame anymore, and we can live with our compatriots with confidence. When I met everyone last time, I was saddened by everyone's downfall, but this time I came back, I was surprised to find that my brothers and sisters were completely renewed. Although our houses are still simple, there are plants, flowers and plants on the windowsills. From the greens representing life, I can see that our future prospects are unlimited."

"When we are at peace, many compatriots on this continent endure pain. I am willing to pay any price to help them, so that they can live as safe and dignified as we are. From that day of consciousness, I have been proud of my talents, and the same noble blood flows in our blood. We have a common name. Maybe we are not recognized by the world now, but when we unite and work together, we will one day let the whole world hear our voices. We are using the pain and sacrifice of this generation to exchange for the glory of future generations!"

As soon as his voice fell, the excited people rushed forward and raised it.

"Glory! Glory! Glory!"

Everyone, young and old, shouted this fascinating word in a daze. People raised their hands high above their heads and waved their fists towards the sky. The land instantly turned into a wave of fanaticism. Fierce emotions burned in the chests of mutants. Huge sound waves rose from their hearts and were transmitted to the body through the vocal cords, forming a shocking force.

"This is...", outside the crowd, Baby was stunned for a moment, but his hand couldn't help but raise it. In this suffocating atmosphere, the ice man, who had always been calm, could not control himself.

"This is my hero, my father!" John's eyes burst out with unprecedented light, and then he brought his companions into the fanatical crowd.

Excited cheers resounded throughout the sky, and more than two thousand people gathered in this remote factory away from the city and roared for the turning point of the fate of the race. Even the ignorant young man and the old man with white hair shed tears, and the young man shouted unscrupulously. Looking at the noisy crowd, a sigh came from the corner of the factory. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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