During the war, the streets of New York were much deserted than usual. Although the war did not directly affect the city, shopping and consumption decreased. The Port of New York, which consumed a quarter of the US trade, took on the heavy responsibility of transporting soldiers. The bustling Broadway, Times Square and Fifth Avenue also temporarily lost their magic. People no longer care about the things around them that they were attracted by in the past, but instead paid attention to any war-related news. ~∞,ww±w.23w︽x.c+om If you see people gathering on the streets or squares, then most of them are politicians or soldiers making enthusiastic reports. Under the ubiquitous public opinion propaganda, men were motivated by fanatical emotions, and long queues were lined up in front of the conscription stations, and women began to prepare to see off their fathers, sons or brothers.

At this time, Eric was sitting in a heavily guarded military vehicle passing by the crowded square. Perhaps because of letting Nick Fury go, the annoyed soldiers grabbed him up, wearing cold handcuffs on both hands and wrists, and shackles only for serious prisoners were locked on their ankles. Two strong soldiers next to him held guns, clamped him in the middle, and a little movement would attract their vigilance. In the front row of the car, there was a beautiful female officer sitting in the passenger seat. She would look back from time to time to observe, and use her beautiful big eyes to give him a very deterrent warning.

The military base was located in the coastal areas of Manhattan. It passed through Brooklyn all the way. When it crossed the bridge, it was already a little dark. In response to the call of Navy Commander-in-Chief Admiral Ernest Joseph King, he was indulged in luxury on weekdays. The bustling city with bright lights and wine also entered a half-light control state. Citizens extinguished the excess light source and dimmed the lights in the room. Therefore, New York would become like a ghost town every night. People could vaguely see the surging people on the streets, but they could not see the expression clearly when passing by. In such an atmosphere, fewer people came out for a walk at night. Only those who came back late would rush home as soon as possible when the moonlight was still bright.

The headlights shine on the road. They are driving quietly in the darkness, and gradually the car is getting darker and darker. Only through the magnetic field can Eric see some light.

Fortunately, the long road always has an end. When the car turned around for countless detours and entered a base, it finally stopped in front of a small building.

The soldiers rudely drove the guest out of the car, pushed him into an interrogation room, and then closed the thick iron door.

Now Eric can breathe a little. The quality of cars in the 40s was very poor, and the carriage was filled with bad smell of gasoline, which was a terrible experience for a future passenger. If there was a choice, he would rather take a tram or even walk over.

The cell was empty, with only a table in the center, and two chairs were placed opposite each other. One of them was sat by Eric, and the edges and corners of the table and chairs were cut off, probably to prevent the prisoners from self-harm.

This arrangement seems quite professional. If it weren't for the appearance of the female officer, Eric would probably have regarded this place as a prison.

The host is not well-behaved, so the guest can only close his eyes and rest.

After a while, the door creaked and the female officer walked in. She sat down across the table, and the two looked at each other for a while.

This is a young woman in her twenties with thick blonde hair and very white skin. Her slightly thick lips make her lips even brighter. From the outside, she can see that she is a woman with a strong and persistent personality. Although her long hair is tied behind the hat, she can feel the indomitable vitality from the slightly curled waves. Her eyelashes are long and her eyebrows are neat, as sharp as a long sword blade. Her dignified appearance exudes a firm and decisive look, which is not as gentle and weak as ordinary women.

The female officer probably had a similar view of Eric. The mutant bloodline and the nature of the former reincarnation gave him a different temperament than ordinary people. Even in the crowd of people in the city, others could tell him at a glance. His hair and eyebrows were dark golden, his eyes were cold gray-blue, and although the corners of his mouth were curved, his face seemed to be carved from marble, which also said that it was tough and stubborn.

"I am the person I talked to you this time, you can call me Miss C." After a while, the female officer sat down.

"Name, occupation, nationality." The female officer pronounced a string of nouns in a routine manner.

"Eric Lee, stateless." Eric said with a smile. "As for profession, does superhero count?"

The female officer who was writing the record raised his head and glanced at him expressionlessly.

"I'm not kidding you." She said coldly. There is no concept of superheroes in this era.

"Well, Ms. c." Eric shrugged. "Then you can treat me as an inventor who went into exile to the United States. I have lost my former identity and am now living in the house of a new friend, trying to obtain legal status."

"Exiled inventor?" The female officer recited the word and pushed the record book aside. "Do you think I would believe this? A foreigner without any identity certificate appeared on the streets of New York and was involved in the military's pursuit of the important criminal? Should I think this is the case: You have some ulterior motive, so you have no identity record; because your mission is related to the escaped prisoner, you pretended to meet that person on purpose; your landlord is not a new friend, but a co-party who cooperates with you----What do you think of this?"

"Reasonable, but poor." Eric nodded first, affirming her thoughts, but then shook his head, as if regretting that the interrogator's imagination was so poor.

"Then please tell me the truth." The female officer raised her eyebrows and asked calmly.

In fact, before entering the interrogation room, she had been estimating Eric's identity, from behavioral habits to dressing up in her mind, but she was never very successful.

Judging from his demeanor, he seems to have seen the world, unlike ordinary people who are used to being awkward when they arrive in a strange environment, nor are they nervous because of their restricted movements, and they always look calm.

As for clothing, there are basically no characteristics. The shirts and pants are handmade and there is no trademark for reference. The clothes are of high quality and trendy styles--but from a design point of view, each trend is always repeated in innovation, so in this regard, the 40s and 70 years later were not very different.

Judging from the above reasons, it seems that it is not impossible to say that he is an exile.

But the female officer would not let go so easily.

"Under wartime decree, if you confess, you can get pardons, and the U.S. government will appropriately reduce punishment based on your actions, so that the war will be over for you and you will never have to risk your life. I think you can think about it."

"Are you tempting a gift, ma'am?" Eric narrowed his eyes. "I think you could consider changing careers to be an actor, not an agent -- it is said that due to early experience, some women are particularly prone to achieve success in their acting careers. I believe you have this talent."

The female officer raised her eyebrows again, stood up, looked down at him with her waist and took out a thin rope.

"It's really hard to tell the truth now. Can't you drink tea and interrogate politely?" She complained, walked behind Eric, tied him up on his thumb behind him, and put him in a very sad state.

Fortunately, Eric didn't care about this level of pain at all. He had experienced much better than this.

"From a psychological point of view, sudden changes in negotiations are often to hide inner weakness, just like this." The interrogator still kept smiling.

"There are two people in the room, the weak is not me." The interrogator said, lowering his head to sort out the records. Now she has reason to think that time is on her side, so she can maintain a relaxed attitude while continuing to put pressure on.

"You can think about your situation carefully. You have no legal status, no relatives, no friends. I will sign a document and I can send you to Ricks Island Prison until 2000."

"I believe you can do this. This is God's privilege to blonde women." Eric calmly mocked the other party, and he successfully saw the female officer's eyebrows beating for the third time.

People always have a prejudice that blond women mean stupidity, and pleasing vases are their best roles. The female officer is an enterprising person who has always wanted to get rid of this. Now that Eric poked her to the pain, her eyebrows immediately stood up.

"Thank you for your reminder, but I have confirmed your identity." The female officer put down the pen and looked directly at the man opposite him. "In the conversation just now, you have always called me the married person, mrs. rather than ms., and when talking about the plural of people, you have always used persons instead of people. Who has this kind of language habit? Only Germans. Now I have reason to believe that you are a spy from Germany. How do you convince me not to send you to court?" She said and slapped the table hard, and the record book and the pen on the table jumped violently.

This is a language habit originating from Magneto's blood ball. Although Eric knew it, he had never changed it. Now he was discovered by a female officer. However, one-quarter of the population in New York is German, so he can still find a reason.

The interrogation lasted for more than an hour, and the two men fought each other and did not end until an army colonel came in.

"Carter, come out." The colonel said, and then locked Eric in the interrogation room alone. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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