After teaching the students, Eric came to Hank's studio and they made an appointment to meet here.

"Hi, leader!" As soon as he entered the door, he was recognized by Mariano Arini, the Magneto fan, with surprise on his face.

It seems that after the authentic Magneto was imprisoned, his fans fell in love with each other. Although they knew that Eric was not the one, Mariano still insisted on not changing his words.

"Hello, Arini." Eric also had a good impression of the young man and nodded and smiled at him.

At this time, many people walked out of the lounge. They were all mutants and had strange abilities, but one thing in common: they all had some flaws.

Just like Mariano, his body is extremely powerful, his flesh is no less thick than a steelmaker, but God gave him this talent, but took away his health as a reward. His joints are rigid like rusty robots, and whenever the weather is cold, they will roll around the ground with pain.

There is also Nick Reince, the fat man in his fifties who once regarded Eric as Magneto. He was abandoned by his own oddities and fell into Stryker's hands. He had been transformed by inhumane nature. His body sometimes had a sword like a golden steel wolf. This kind of skin-breaking pain was also unbearable for him.

There are many people like them. In the past, Hank was their only hope. The serum he invented when he was young that curbs the transformation of mutants can temporarily make them forget to worry.

But now, they have a new choice, and the information obtained by persecuting mutants is introduced into the right way, which will benefit these poor people and allow them to escape the sea of ​​suffering.

Eric handed over all the information brought back from Stryker to Hank. Through studying them, Hank found many practical methods. These mutants finally had a glimmer of hope. Hank did not hide this, so everyone was grateful to Eric.

"Thank you, Mr. Eric." A mutant with wrinkles on his face, looking older than the professor, held his hand, tears flowing.

"Thank you, sir." This is a man between middle-aged and young people. He is mature and steady, restrains his emotions but cannot hide the dampness in his eyes.

Many people Eric had never seen came to thank him, and they shook hands with him one by one, so that the door was blocked. After a while, he entered the lounge surrounded by everyone.

This place has now been transformed into a bar. Someone moved a wine cabinet over. There were many bottles of wine inside, and there were more than a dozen wine glasses tilted on the table in the middle.

"You're here, Eric." Hank was at the table and was injecting potion for fat Nick. When he saw Eric coming in and greet him casually.

"I'm used to it. Without these noises, I can't even concentrate. I always feel that there is something less." Hank explained when he saw Eric looking at the wine glass, and then pulled out the needle.

The fat Nick lay naked on the table. He was a little embarrassed to see Eric. It was not because he was naked, but because he went crazy with alcohol last time and scolded Eric as a Magneto. This time he heard that the information was taken from Stryker, and he was extremely ashamed and felt that he had no shame to meet people. He was confused and was confused whether he would come to Hank for treatment, or that Mariano and one of his old friends dragged him over.

They all knew Nick's temper, and had nothing wrong with being irritable, and was a warm and trustworthy guy.

Eric also knew, how could he be skeptical about Nick?

"Can I help?" Eric knew Nick's troubles and also participated in Hank's research. They jointly drafted many treatment plans. Eric could use his exquisite magnetic control ability to remove the source of pain for them. One-third of the mutants who often came here were transformed by Stryker, and six of them were injected into their bodies with metal. They were Logan's predecessors. By obtaining relevant data on them, William Stryker found the way to success.

So once Nick is treated well, it means that the problems of the other five people will be solved, and they will finally no longer have to endure the metal blades that are prone to losing control and bursting out of their skin.

"Of course, I just need you." Hank pointed at Nick's body and explained in detail. Eric used the law and quickly stripped off a layer of alloy.

When the blood-stained metal fell on the table and made a crisp collision with the tilted wine glass, the fat Nick suddenly felt a little lighter all over his body. The crisp sound was like an angel's murmur, reaching his heart. His good luck had not yet come to an end. Then another layer of metal shell was taken out, and more than a dozen alloys were pulled out. The excess metal in his body was basically cleared and there was no damage to the bones. Now he no longer had to worry about the forcibly injected foreign objects moving wildly in his body.

The simple operation was successfully completed, Eric and Hank looked at each other and laughed, and the people outside the lounge cheered. Today is Nick, tomorrow is a companion, maybe the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow is yourself.

As Hank's interpretation of Stryker's information gradually deepens, one day he will erase the pain of mutants.

"Thank you." After the operation, Eric was about to go upstairs with Hank to wash his hands when he heard the fat Nick thank him softly.

The recovery ability of mutants is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Nick has a certain ability to heal himself, so he does not need a clean environment such as a sterile room, and ordinary residences can do it. Now that the troubles of his heart are relieved, his spirit will be improved immediately, but it seems a little weak because of the long-term suffering.

"We are fellow citizens." Eric gave him a smile and went upstairs.

Nick watched his back disappear on the stairs and turned around, and the ecstatic friends rushed over, laughing and screaming around him, making a fuss.

"Strick is such a genius." He heard Hank speak as soon as he got upstairs.

"Yes, he is amazing." Eric agreed with Hank's point of view. An ordinary man has accomplished what most mutants cannot do through years of persistence. Just look at Logan and he can be regarded as a perfect creature.

The only shame is that they are opposite each other.

A lady came over, holding a towel in her.

This lady has a good appearance, a slim figure, black hair and dark eyes, and she looks gentle and generous. She is Yuriko who was rescued by Eric.

Hank took a towel, whispered a few words to Yuriko, and patted her on the buttocks. The two of them were obviously in love.

It seems that he finally let go of his longing for Riven and found the late spring of life.

"Do I congratulate you?" Eric blinked and Hank laughed.

"She is very good. Gentle, kind, and intelligent. I love her." Hank did not hide his emotions at all. Yuriko looked at them with a smile without the shyness of oriental women, and seemed generous.

It can be seen that this is also a woman with a story. She and Hank are really a good match.

After washing his hands, Eric and Hank went downstairs again. The friends were still waiting for them to drink celebration wine together. They planned to get Hank and Eric in gratitude.

Surrounded by a group of people in the middle of the lounge, the atmosphere in the room was warm.

"Mr. Eric, we have all seen news about you. You have made many newspaper headlines to attract attention from the world. We also feel that the pressure has been much lighter. Do you think we will be accepted by humans?" A female mutant's eyes were shining with hope. She is the mother of two children, and the child is also a mutant. Her husband drove them out and barely survived with the support of his compatriots.

Her questions were not just for herself, but all the mutants present wanted to know.

"It won't be smooth sailing." Eric raised his glass and looked around. "Life is always like this, with smooth roads and rugged trails. This is a good start, but we have to move forward step by step."

"A engineer in an arsenal knocked on the cannon body with a hammer until it was knocked down. He fired a cannon hundreds of times in a row until its barrel exploded. So, which knock destroyed the cannon body? It was every knock; which explosion cracked the cannon body? It was every explosion. We are on the right path, and if we persist, we will gain something."

"The one who helps himself is God helps him. The key is that we must unite and no longer be confused and drowsy. We walk a path together side by side, suffering is left to us, and happiness is left to our descendants."

Eric's voice was like a blow of steel, with a clanging metal echo. The firmness and decisiveness in his words deeply infected the audience. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

"Sir, you're so good." Ariano clapped his hands excitedly, then took out something from **'s pocket and handed it to Eric.

"Now more and more people come for treatment. Hank always gives us free treatment. He refuses to charge us money, but we know he is not at hand. We discuss it privately, hoping to do our best for our compatriots. This is the money I earn from working as a chef, and Nick's. He works as a doorman for people. We take out all the money we don't need. Although not much, I hope you can accept it. This is for our compatriots. Please be sure to accept it." Ariano said, taking out a thick envelope with a hot body temperature on the envelope, filled with colorful pieces of paper, including a hundred dollars Franklin and a fifty dollar Grant. It can be seen that they have gathered all their savings.

Such a deep friendship made Eric feel that rejection was a sin. He stood up and accepted it solemnly. When the envelope was handed over to Eric's hands, everyone cheered.

The atmosphere reached its peak again, and the sick people forgot the sadness, and they were also immersed in this strong joy.

"I waved my hand and changed the fate of these people. Everything was as clever as I thought, just like a chess player moving his chess pieces. I should be happy, right?" Eric put the envelope into his jacket and drank the wine in his glass. This thought suddenly flashed through his heart, then put it down and threw it into the warm cocktail party.
Chapter completed!