"Humans need to spend a lot of time studying and research to inherit the knowledge of their predecessors and get close to the essence of things, and we learn about their existence from the beginning. "``We can completely get out of our previous limitations and have a brand new civilization, a civilization that is completely different from the past."

Speaking of this, the abandoned antenna that was forgotten by mankind in the mountains appeared in front of Eric's eyes. Its huge body pointed directly into the sky. No one knew that after decades of neglect, he had given it a new mission, and more companions would join its ranks in the future. They may be old and of different shapes, but they will become the pillars of the magnetic kingdom, carry the will of the king, and put the entire continent in control.

When Eric thought of this, he felt a little excited. He waved his hand and colorful balls of light lit up one after another in the center of the dark hall. They were scattered like stars on the floor that depicted the sea, land and sea boundaries and longitude and latitude dotted lines, just like stars in the sky dotted in the night sky.

At his and Ororo's feet, the light spots were particularly concentrated.

"This is John, that is Barbie, and the smaller one is Lorna..." Erick explained to Ororo one by one. Every star here corresponds to a capable person, including students, Peter, Professor, Logan, Qin, and the brightest one outside the land. It is another magnetic controller, Magneto, the old leader of the Brotherhood. On this map, all the people with extraordinary magnetic fields in the Greater New York area were marked one by one. As Eric's power continued to expand, one day he could integrate his power into the entire planet like a professor.

After listening to Eric's explanation, Ororo felt dizzy as if he had been in a dream. It might not be appropriate to say this, because even in the craziest dream, she never expected this man who was so close to her to complete such a grand layout without realizing it. Now she was shocked. Eric's figure was obviously in the dark, but in her eyes it shone like a golden cloud.

This irrational emotion took a long time to recover.

After taking a cup of clear water handed over by Eric, Ororo moistened her throat. She finally felt a little awake. Now she was a little worried, which was different from the professor's expectations. The new generation of academy controllers seemed to value the independence of mutants more than the integration into human society advocated in the past.

"This is not contradictory." Eric replied, believing that the professor would understand his painstaking efforts.

No matter how they merge, the government's attitude ultimately determines the safety of the mutants. Just like decades ago, a recruitment easily destroyed the professor's long-term efforts. Those mutants who died on the battlefield were treated the same as ordinary people, but the consequence was that their compatriots almost extinct. Humans were like a ball of fire. If they were too far away, they would feel cold, and if they were too close, they would be burned. Keeping a relatively independent attitude, standing a little further is the correct way to survive.

Eric can cooperate with human beings to save those who have never met each other. He can penetrate into the economic and political fields and even promote closer communication, but he always stands in a position that suits his own interests.

If the top humans are willing to admit reality, they will be able to achieve peace; otherwise, they have another means to curb them.

In any case, mutants will never be forced into a dead end again. That road is too difficult and can only be left to other ethnic groups.

"Do you hate humans?" Ororo asked in a low voice.

"No." Eric walked to the table and fiddled with the tender marigolds. When the sunlight returned to the hall again. The brilliant light shone in again, shining Eric all over. "They just blocked my way, but I never thought about destroying anyone. In my world, there are mutants, humans, and various creatures, including criminals and heroes, which are no different from now, but no one can decide our destiny without authorization. Human beings have spent two thousand years in the ordinary, and now they have come to an extraordinary era again, in which we are the masters."

As he said this, an indescribable demeanor was revealed. Ororo was stunned for a moment before asking, "How can you be our era?"

Eric did not answer, picked up the flower in his hand and sniffed it deeply. There was a strange fragrance in the first blooming flowers.

"Look at this flower." The golden petals wrapped in the dark purple flower center are bright and dazzling, radiating endless brilliance in the sun. "Neither withered before we come nor bloomed after we leave. During its long flowering period, it only blooms at this moment. Who can say that it was not blooming for us?"

Ororo was stunned. The golden flower became bigger and bigger in her eyes until it filled her eyes, blurring her vision.

Outside the lobby on the top floor, Mary Jane happily patted the documents and stretched her tired waist. After two days of hard work, she finally completed the task assigned by Eric. Now she can take a break and chat with Peter--if he is not looking for Spider-Man everywhere outside to take photos, or go outside, nearby 110th and 113th Streets is the majestic St. John's Cathedral. This building, built in 1892, is the largest and third largest cathedral in the United States. It visits up to 500,000 people every year. Mary Jane has been looking forward to it for a long time. Not far from it, there are the equally famous riverside church and General Grant's Mausoleum. If you go south, it is the famous Broadway Street, which is her ultimate goal, but now it is one step closer to it.

Just as she was thinking about her worries, when the door of the hall sounded, Mary Jane naturally returned to her hard work posture, and then pretended to look up casually, Ororo's distraught look fell into her eyes. She remained silent, and when the staggering footsteps sounded downstairs, the girl suddenly regained her agility and turned around and crawled into Eric's private space.

"What did you do to her?" Mary Jane asked as soon as she entered the door.

"I think she was scared by me." Eric smiled helplessly.

"Did you show her something shameful?" The girl suddenly had a whim and her eyes became more and more bizarre. For some reason, she was never as dignified in front of Eric as in front of others, and her unrestrained tone immediately attracted the employer's displeasure.

"I think you should work at this time, otherwise I will have to consider whether the salary I paid is rewarded as it deserves." Eric threatened with a stern face.

The girl was unmoved: "I've done it. You just asked me to mark the recent newspapers separately."

"Okay, let me see your results." After the secretary reported the documents in, Eric drove her out. Now he was going to have a good look at the latest news.

Although there is no special channel yet, Eric still does not miss the effort to obtain more information. Through various surface concealments, you can often see more and more hidden changes. These unattended changes are often the internal driving force for the development of things. The study of these changes does not require special efforts, but only requires sufficient sensitivity and a little effort.

There was once a team of psychologists working with the intelligence community to try to study whether ordinary people do better than experts who have internal intelligence in predicting world information. The result was unexpected. Through a large number of facts, it is indeed the case under normal circumstances. Such ordinary people are called "super forecasters". After summarizing the public information on the market, these ordinary people were asked several questions that are of great significance to the intelligence community. Among them, the most accurate participants predict geopolitical events with a accuracy rate of 30% higher than those analysts who have confidential intelligence. Of course, there are various factors in this, and more and more public information is fabricated and tampered with, but the significance of it is still worthy of attention.

Now Eric is going to do this, and soon he found the information he wanted, and basically formed a general impression from a bunch of messy news.

The news is about Harry Osborne. The young man seemed to have done it as they agreed in advance. During this period, he was constantly moving, like a business star, constantly selling millions of dollars in transactions. Although it was mostly popular, and compared to Osborne's fame, these transactions were not enough, but compared to the deadness some time ago, Osborne Industry at least returned to people's sight and revived its momentum for a while.

Experienced financial figures are not confused by these fake actions. They can see Osborne's fatal weakness. Even if they want to maintain the company's failure to go bankrupt, there are two premises that cannot be avoided. That is defense procurement and suspended metal.

The former may not be a big problem. When the military was extremely rich in funds, the generals waved money to buy things that looked good. With Osborne's previous relationship and some momentum, it was not difficult to win a large order, while the latter was an uncertain factor. So far, except for an unknown visit, the two sides had never had more contact, which was in sharp contrast to the short but close relationship of the Norman Osborne era. Regarding this point, the only known mutant leader, Magneto, who can make suspended metal, did not respond in any way.

So now most of the small funds that are rushing in are trying to take risks. In the eyes of those people, Osborne, which failed to rise when the entire military industry sector generally rose, may be the biggest dark horse in this wave of market conditions. So with their continued investment, Osborne's stock price finally stopped the decline and even rose, which made some investors more optimistic about its prospects.

But what exactly is the party involved thinking?

Eric bounced this report and chuckled softly.

"Yes, there was no response." Eric murmured to himself, then looked out the window.

It won’t be long before the Internet is closed. Osborne Industry will be in the hands of mutants from now on, laying a solid foundation for the next plan. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianyi, novels are better, updated and faster!
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