Two days before Christmas, a building floating in the air attracted the eyes of New York.

"Now you can see a palace hanging in the sky in Manhattan." Among thousands of onlookers, a female reporter holding a microphone said to the camera in surprise: "This palace has been discovered by residents running around nearby at 7 o'clock in the morning. It has been two hours since it was discovered by residents running around nearby. We have not yet figured out what it is - whether it is an alien spacecraft or a cutting-edge product of a laboratory - we still don't know, but we have found some insiders, maybe they can tell us what it is?"

The cameraman turned the camera and a black man in a sportswear appeared on the screen.

"Well, it's actually like that. It was very dark in the morning. My girlfriend and I jogged along the Hudson River. At that time, I thought it was a hot air balloon for advertisements, but on the way back to Inwood Hill Park, we saw it again. It was already dawn and we found that it turned out to be a house. I thought to myself, "Wow, are the aliens finally coming to attack the earth?", so I hurried to call the police."

"Do you want the police to arrest aliens?" asked the female reporter.

"Maybe, I don't think they will have an entry visa." The black man shrugged, and the reporter moved the microphone to the nearby police.

"So, is there any way for the police to contact aliens?"

"Not yet." The sheriff spread his hands and said that he had done his best. "After we reported to the center, the helicopter came to check it out many times, but there was a wonderful force there that separated our people and the plane from outside, and it seemed that it was not easy to enter, so it had already contacted Nasa. I think the space agency would have a reasonable explanation."

"What does it look like?" The female reporter asked the sheriff curiously. The sheriff took some photos from her assistant and handed them to her. Those were the original appearance of the palace taken by a helicopter.

This is a Roman-style semicircular arch building. The roof is made of a huge piece of transparent glass, and there is no frame structure. It is empty inside. Outside the hall is a double-layer colonnade that surrounds the surrounding area. Although it is not as grand as the ancient Greek column-style buildings, you can still feel the strong classical style and religious atmosphere. The stained glass curtain wall has colorful patterns, cleverly decorating the transparent walls, allowing it to reflect dazzling light in the sun. Around the hall is an open space. There is even a miniature fountain in the small square in front of the main entrance, but there are currently no crystal water droplets gushing out from it.

"This is simply a temple. Was Jupiter descending to Manhattan?" As the photo was quickly flipping, the female reporter exclaimed. Now she didn't think it was an alien spaceship at all. This was an ancient temple that had traveled through the long river of time.

In fact, this palace is more like a greenhouse, with buildings and squares about 120 yards long and fifty yards wide, about the area of ​​an American football field. At night, its owner quietly took it out and assembled it. Then the energy was started and raised to the sky, and it was discovered in the morning.

Now, it is like a lighthouse that never touches the ground. It floats alone over the Hudson River.

"It seems that our masterpieces have good advertising results."

"Indeed." Magneto Nodded. "This is the effect of 360 hollow cylinders and 1,700 magnetic levitation steel beams. If we have enough time, we can perform better, but it is enough as a display."

"Now I'm just waiting for Fury and the people from the Ministry of Defense to come. If they are not so stupid that they can't even tell the meaning of this new product." The two smiled and looked at each other and raised their glasses. Secretary Miss Gwen just gave them a special wine that Eric had treated. While watching the increasing crowds of people gathered on both sides of the river, drinking cold and delicious wine, the two big men were a little drunk.

"The only problem now is the interior decoration. I have asked an expert to design the drawings, but you still have to find a way for transportation." Obadai suggested touching his bare head.

"Although I ask your people to come. Although it is impossible to transport the water source, other equipment is fine. We should do it today in one day as much as possible, and don't let the time delay too long to reduce the advertising effect. To be honest, my factory in Boston needs to be put into production as soon as possible, otherwise I will be under great pressure." Eric said frankly.

"I'm sorry, you're really causing trouble for yourself." Obadai knew about his companion's situation, but he was a little dissatisfied.

I don’t know if Pitro’s promise was known by people from other states, or if the number of mutants was more than expected. Recently, compatriots have been coming to contact or defecting. So far, there have been more than 2,000 people. Although there have not been more than 400 people intensively coming over the past few days, the total number is quite large.

Some of these compatriots are mutants, and some of them have their families who are incapable of any ability. Most of them are helpless. Although the law stipulates that each person has an annual income of 10,000 US dollars or an annual income of 22,000 yuan per household can receive relief funds and food stamps. It sounds like there is no problem with basic life, but the problem is that they are not safe. As long as they are found, they do not need to cause trouble by bureaucrats. Naturally, there will be violent neighbors or bad-minded street gangsters to provoke. If they do not resist, they will only be excluded day after day. Once they cannot bear the persecution and fight, they will attract favored police and cause themselves to be in greater trouble. In this vicious cycle, they will often become cows of gangs, so it is difficult to bear a life full of fear and cannot be forced to wander around.

Just like the two groups in West Virginia and Mississippi, they would rather live in the desolate wilderness than get too close to ordinary humans. Even if some ordinary people are willing to lend a helping hand after the Peace Act was promulgated, they would not easily believe it.

It’s not that these people are unwilling to integrate into society better, but that they are really people with extraordinary abilities in society.

Eric is their only hope. If he doesn't help these people, who else can help them?

It is obvious that neither the college nor the fraternity can bear this responsibility.

So he could only spread his hands again, shake his head and smile without saying a word.

Obadai was not really concerned. Although he knew that Eric had some plans, it had nothing to do with the interests of the arms dealers. In fact, the greater the pressure his companions were under, the more he could feel at ease. Otherwise, he would have to worry about whether Eric would make a fuss about his material supply. After all, only Magneto can provide a large amount of super magnetic steel, and perhaps the same is true in the next ten years. No matter from any perspective, he hopes to form an alliance with this group of mutants led by Eric.

Now he only has one problem.

"How big is your production capacity?" Obadai asked, which was related to how his production line would start. In the United States where manpower is high, shortening construction periods through management means is an important means to save expenses.

"It depends on how much demand you have." Eric's answer was a little vague, but he quickly explained. "You know I have some special abilities. The production process of new materials borrows from my abilities. The cost line is below ordinary factories and the production capacity is far above them. So I give you such a low price, because that price can make you and me profit at the same time. This is the long-term solution."

"It's very well said, and I hope our alliance will be more stable." Obadai raised his cup with appreciation. With a 'ding' sound, the two of them touched each other and continued to appreciate the scenery outside. Now the two sides of the river can be described as surging people. It is a rare phenomenon to gather so many people here during working hours. It is estimated that many managers of companies will have headaches today.

It was already ten o'clock, and the winter sun shone from the sky to the east, reflecting a brilliant light on the outer layer of the glass palace. Obadai squinted his eyes and quietly looked up at the building that he also participated in, gradually becoming a little dazzled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you believe that cars in a few years do not need to touch the ground at all?"

A mustached man stood on the booth and said, behind him was a four-wheeled Ford.

"With Stark's gravity reversal technology, it will make the concept that is beyond the ages a reality." The mustache waved his hand, and the people under the booth cheered enthusiastically.

Recalling silently the man looked embarrassed after the car fell, Obadai laughed, as if what happened at that moment was still in front of him.

"Howard once imagined today that he thought it would be Tony to inherit Stark's dream of tomorrow's world, but he didn't expect it to be realized in our hands." Thinking of Tony's passing father, a hot stream slowly flowed in Obadai's heart, and the voice of the arms dealer became a little vague.

Although there was no conflict, their friendship was preserved in the end. Unexpectedly, it took less than many years before Tony came to power, he had to leave his efforts.

"Boston is a good place, and Howard and I met. At that time, I was studying at Yale University. He was studying Polytechnic in MIT. In a football game, we came to Boston to compete with the players at Harvard Business School. Unexpectedly, a big balloon with the t-mark popcorn logo popped out from the ground halfway through the game. It swelled bigger and bigger, and finally sprayed popcorn all over the sky, sprinkling our faces. At that time, I wanted to know what kind of bastard had such creativity. Later I realized that it was Howard, a genius from Massachusetts. With this experience, we worked together in the future."

"This is a perfect collaboration." Eric laughed. "Of course, it's too."

"I agree." Obadai also smiled. "Let's work together to leave Tony far behind." (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!