Before His Excellency the Minister issued this high argument, someone had obtained more detailed information than the head of the institute in another secret base.

Below a red skull and snake foot sign with a very similar shape to an octopus, the man wearing monocles was sitting on a chair and looking at the report. After a moment, he finished reading it, threw it down and asked the person standing respectfully beside him.

"How did you explain it over there?"

The standing man immediately replied: "They pushed the matter to the Pentagon."

The man wearing monocles snorted from his nose.

"Time is really a powerful tool to kill will. I didn't expect that this general also became a slick old bureaucrat. So what conclusion do you have? I hope you don't learn what's going on over there, as that will disappoint me."

His words made his subordinates hesitate for a moment.

"Your Excellency, we tend to do it by mutants, and they have always been the biggest variable in our plan."

"Which mutant? The one in the prison, the one outside, or the one in the academy, has there any exact answer?" The man with monocle glasses was not satisfied with his reply, but from his words, he could find that he knew more than the head of the institute, and Lorna's existence did not escape his attention.

Hearing his boss' question, his subordinates became even more embarrassed. This matter was indeed strange. It seemed like there was a ghost commanding the armor. The precise movements, quick reactions, and incredible behaviors they showed were really like the actions of a ghost, otherwise there would be no reason to explain. But the problem was that he understood that his boss was a person who ignored ghosts and gods, and this statement would never be accepted. And other methods would not work. Perhaps the military could shift the blame, but he did not have the courage: the organization was definitely not a charity group. As long as he made a small mistake, he might be finished.

The subordinates were nervous for a while, and finally gritted their teeth and replied: "Maybe it was done by a third party. Max Eisenhardt was under our monitoring at any time. The peak output of the ability outside was much lower than that of him, and the little girl was lower. And their distance was too far. If they could do this, they would have rushed in and killed us long ago. So we could only maintain this view. After all, there are many mutants outside our observation range." He had no choice but to make a judgment similar to the military. During this period, he mentioned the real name that few Magneto knew and pointed out the weaknesses of Eric and Lorna. Although his tone was inconsistent, his boss did not care. Perhaps he just didn't want to be deceived by his subordinates, and he didn't care much about whether the answer was correct or not.

The man in single lens nodded, but did not fully agree with his subordinates' opinions. He planned to use this to further consolidate his majesty.

"I can accept your explanation with reservations, but don't underestimate the mutants. We have some understanding of them, but we know almost nothing about mental control and magnetism, and can only make superficial judgments from surface phenomena. Even William Stryker and Bolivar Trask know each other more deeply than us, and they------" Speaking of these two people, the man glanced at his subordinates coldly and continued, "-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fortunately, the man did not continue to pursue the matter and spoke on his own.

"It's hard for us to understand the details of these people except for the guy who died in the Cuban crisis in 1962. I want you to continue to observe and not let go of any clues. I have a premonition that it will appear, unless it's really a ghost, the person behind the scenes will always appear in front of us."

After saying that, he stood up, walked to the front of a globe, and moved it casually, allowing it to rotate quickly.

"Whether mutants or ghosts cannot stop us, we are destined to dominate this planet."

"Long live Hydra!" The subordinates stopped working one after another, standing attentively like conditioned reflexes.

While there were many discussions in the outside world, Eric did not go out. He claimed to the outside world that he was continuing to carry out unfinished renovation work, but in fact he was observing Captain Batch in the spiritual world.

Last time, after he had contacted the mysterious and great existence in the universe through Qin's body, his abilities had some subtle changes. This change did not make him stronger, but made him more sensitive. Just like a person who only knew black and white in the past was suddenly enlightened by a miracle and found that there were still colorful things in the world. So those small changes and obscure fluctuations could no longer escape his eyes. He was able to enter and exit the kingdom of magnetic force at will, and expand his territory to a wider extent.

Captain Curtis's soul magnetic field is an unexpected discovery brought about by this progress.

Unfortunately, not everyone has the stable fluctuations as stable as he did during his lifetime, and his soul was too damaged. It was even broken into two parts, one with strong emotional fluctuations, and the other part with a stable and weak spiritual core. No matter which side, it cannot be called an independent and complete soul.

Eric had no choice but to protect them from dissipating.

The side with strong fluctuations is better. Although it is water without a source, with the power of Eric, it is relatively active even if it is full of hostility. On the other side, it is much more troublesome. Except for Eric who can give it a little stimulation when he outlines the image of his wife and daughter in his mind, it no longer responds to any other changes.

Maybe in the end there will be two personalities, one violent and fierce, and the other absolutely indifferent.

But that's not a bad thing, Eric found a suitable use for them.

The violent one can continue to play the role of ghost robots, often appearing outside, and many things that are inconvenient to do by themselves and students can be done by hand, so that even the professor will find it difficult to detect.

The cold side was like a piece of white paper at Eric's mercy. When he inputted his power, his mark was left on the white paper, like a semi-independent clone, connected to Eric's heart through extremely secret bonds. In just a matter of time, it can become another trump card for Eric.

Perhaps it can continue its past identity and bring unexpected benefits to itself with the new life of the deceased.

Eric stared at them for a moment, exiting the spiritual space.

He needed to go out far and get these two children a perfect coat.

Two days later, he came back. No one knew that he had been to another world. After a lot of effort, he finally caught a stowaway from a future world, a robot trying to destroy humans. The guard, Paker, thought he had gone to the academy. Now when he saw Eric's figure, he hurried out to open the door for him.

"Mr. Eric, are you back?" Ban asked attentively. He was saved by Eric and was grateful to him.

"Hello, ban," Eric smiled and greeted the old man. "You look good."

"For your blessing, life is free." Ban replied happily. When Eric saw that he was still holding a newspaper in his hand, he asked casually.

"Is there any news recently? I went back to the college and felt like I was in the countryside. Although it was quiet and peaceful, the news was blocked. I don't know if there was anything new recently."

"Nothing special, it's all trivial matters," Ban replied. "I've been talking about the ghost armor in West New York these days. I don't know if it's true. In addition, there's only a little trouble at Columbia University, which is not good news."

Eric took the newspaper from Ban, and as he said, nothing worth mentioning.

There was only one thing that attracted his attention, and that was a wanted warrant.

Lanther Valentine, a young but withdrawn-minded person at Columbia University, was on the run after killing two colleagues after a quarrel.

If I remember correctly, Eric had just seen this person on a bench nearby. The genius scientist was really brave. He was so big that he stayed under the policeman's nose after putting on makeup. Unfortunately, he could not hide Eric's eyes. This was a god-given opportunity.

"I think it will like this identity, Mr. Valentine." Eric stared at the melancholy face in the newspaper and whispered. Just as he was about to go upstairs, Ban slapped his head and remembered something and quickly called him.

"The day before yesterday, Mr. Norman Osborn, Harry's father, sent someone to send an invitation to invite you to attend the cocktail party he held tonight. Because I can't contact you, I have the opportunity to give it to you now. I don't know if it's too late, please don't forget."

As Ban said, he handed over an invitation.

Eric thanked him, walked straight to the top floor, ignored the invitation, and first released the robot from the watch.

As soon as this handsome robot with a police appearance appeared, he rushed towards Eric. His memory was still at the moment before he was captured, and he had no idea how helpless the liquid metal was to a magnetic manipulator like Eric.

He quickly understood this.

Eric reached out to the sides, and the robot opposite was like being held in the air by two invisible giant hands, and then tore it apart from the middle. His handsome face gradually deformed under violent tear, and the squeaking sound of metal wear inside his body. The sharp and harsh feeling was like being carved on glass, making people feel sour.

The robot howled loudly, and the sound echoed in the closed roof hall. Although there was no pain, his surface imitation mechanism made him simulate human instincts well, until a little silver shiny metal appeared in the crack on his head.

Then with a hissing, his whole body cracked, and his bones broke free from the silver muscles and wanted to prick him, but how could Eric make him do what he wanted? A gentle rebuke, the machine bones fell to the ground like half-hot soft wax, struggling slower and slower until they turned into a pool of mercury-like liquid, rolling on the ground.

Eric put away half of the silver liquid, took out a small pink ball, and gently placed it into the liquid on the ground.

The ball trembled slightly, like some kind of weak animal embryo, but when it came into contact with the pool of liquid, it suddenly became excited, its round body trembled, and its speed became faster and faster, and the immersed liquid also decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye until it was completely exhausted.

After drinking the last bit of liquid, the ball burped in satisfaction. Now it was like a white and fat ball of flesh. If Eric hadn't put the violent and manic soul fragments into it, he would have been a little unbelievable that it would be this guy.

After sensing the building, a fugitive dressed in a homeless man was still standing there. Eric smiled, pointed the newspaper to the meat ball, and then opened the window.
Chapter completed!