It was a clear morning, the sun rose as usual, shrouding the entire Long Island in the glory of summer.

Bronsky was wearing an iron-gray sportswear, running alone in the sparse forest with soft grass and slightly wet soil, his hood and shoulders were wet with dew, and lively and cute little squirrels would occasionally pop up beside him, or a few wild ducks and geese foraging in the grass.

The team's new residence is nearby, and Bronsky is very satisfied with the environment here.

Since returning from New Mexico, Eric, who has made great harvests, has left S.H.E.D. and made some private transactions with the military. Although he didn't know what he paid and how much he earned, it seems that he had gained a lot from one of the representatives who came to participate in the transaction, General Ross, who was smiling and old face of Bronsky's old superior, obviously thought that he had gained a lot.

Who is Sadies Ross? Bronsky, who once worked under him, knows very well. However, if the General thinks something is helpful to his career, he will try every means to get it at any cost, especially when a certain urgently needed resource can be measured and calculated by numbers, the General is the most generous buyer. Ross is not just a person, the faction behind him has enough budget in his hands.

Eric's character, Brownsky, is no longer unfamiliar with contact during this period. He is sure that the leader of the team must have received enough rewards, and God knows whether this deal will be another link in the launch of a new plan.

Relying on this fund, Eric completely ignored the rental funds allocated by the stingy Fury, and simply took people out of the densely populated lower city of Manhattan, and came to Long Island, a bridge to buy a private manor with fifty rooms, including a large area of ​​forest, lawns and tidal flats around it, and a small port.

The transportation is convenient, only more than fifty miles from Manhattan, and it only takes about an hour and ten minutes to drive under good road conditions, but they have a better choice. There is a beautiful small yacht in the port that can serve the owner at any time, which is the biggest deal.

If Bronsky had seen Xavier Academy, he would have suddenly realized why Eric had taken a fancy to this place. There was some similarity between the two that could make him relive that wonderful time. Although the history of this manor is not as long as the professor's family property, the geographical location is better and the environment is more beautiful. The island is full of forests, abundant rainfall, humid climate, and especially beautiful in summer. What is particularly rare is that it is so close to Manhattan, but the land price is much different. So according to Bronsky, this investment is great value for money. Even the two little guys Fitz and Jenma are very happy. The similar environment reminds them of the rural life in their hometown in England.

Leaving the depths of the tree and coming to the edge of the manor, Bronsky unexpectedly met the leader he had just thought of.

"I can't run too fast, otherwise I might turn into a torn clothing. But are you not moving your body?" he asked, lifting his hood up and looking at Eric's spotless shoes.

"It's been moving all the time. Every cell is." Eric replied casually, and the energy in his body was slowly moving.

Where he stood was a hill, looking far away at the opposite bank of the river, where a new owner had just changed hands.

Brownsky ​​walked to the side and looked over Eric's gaze, immediately understanding the identities of these new neighbors.

"They are mutants." Bronsky said, wiping his sweat. The news is not secret, and it has been introduced recently in local newspapers.

Eric didn't say anything. He glanced at him, and Brontsky explained it to him.

"It is people who are born with superpower qualifications through genetic inheritance. I forgot that this name might not be popular in your era. When your old subordinate Magneto had not betrayed, he used names such as superpowers and new humans. Later, he had his own organization and began to promote the ideas of mutation and pride, so he used this name to separate them from ordinary people, as if he disdained to belong to humans."

Eric smiled. In fact, he had heard of these things, but when he heard this twisted experience, he always felt like a dream.

"It's so interesting," he whispered to himself. "Things turned a corner and returned to the past, but fortunately this is not a repetition, it's just a similarity."

"You care about them?" Bronsky saw something.

"They are the future." Eric replied calmly.

"Maybe." The other party refused to comment, just shrugged. "The education I have received over the past few decades has been another matter."

"What about now?" Eric asked with interest.

"I don't know, I'm different from the past, so it would be ridiculous to stick to my past position." The guy with nickname hated answered calmly, and then asked back. "What do you think I am now?"

Before Eric could reply, he continued to speak on his own.

"I treat myself as a human being, of course a powerful human being. But the guys Ross don't think so. They taught me a crucial lesson. I can only truly understand my identity through their eyes. And the politicians behind S.H.I.E.L.D., don't tell me that they value me as a combat hero, so they are willing to give me a chance to start over. The reason they appoint me is the same as the reason for appointing you, is just for checks and balances. I am a soldier, but not a fool cannon fodder. I guess they made the wrong idea. You are less likely to control than the current leader of S.H.E.D.."

Eric smiled and did not answer the guess of his subordinate. He just looked quietly at the other side of the river. Many young children were walking in. There were quite a few familiar faces among the adults who accompanied him. When they found two people standing side by side in the distance, they looked back in front of their eyes and made a polite greeting gesture.

Finally, he was no longer as reckless as before. Seeing the students' elegant and natural demeanor, Eric felt very pleased, and he immediately smiled and replied.

In the past year, many properties have been bought through the Manhattan office, mostly in less populated areas around New York, which is just one of them. On those properties, closed communities have been established, schools and other independent institutions, which do not exclude ordinary families, but are more born with ability. Before they know it, they have formed a microsociety with basically complete functions, thriving on the edge of humanity.

This was the plan that Eric had made before he left this era, and although he was gone, the students were still firmly implementing it.

From the viewpoint of an excellent soldier, it is not wise to live in such ethnic groups, and they are easily beaten by powerful opponents with malicious intentions.

However, Eric values ​​another point in addition to security factors, that is, the degree of socialization as a ethnic group.

Why do superpowered creatures often fall unexpectedly when facing weak ordinary people? In addition to factors such as psychological reasons or overall strength asymmetry, another thing is that organisms living in social groups have higher intelligence than those that are alone, so they are smarter and have a more balanced overall development. The reason is obvious. Social animals often contact other individuals, so they need to deal with more problems and bear greater pressure. In order to survive better, their adaptability will naturally be promoted.

This is another evolutionary method different from individual evolution, which can be called group evolution.

This evolution is equally great.

Ignore this and want to move forward alone with personal strength, then eventually it may evolve into a powerful destructive force like Magneto, or be immersed by the subtle influence of the group - like a professor.

So Eric chose the route of limited access to the upper class and keeping distance between the lower class. If one day this ethnic group can produce its own civilization and be sublimated on the basis of ordinary society, then they will truly mature and have the qualification to become the mainstream of the new world.

In comparison, safety issues do not need to be particularly concerned at this stage. After all, this is the most harmonious East Coast area, and the prestige of the students can gradually support a sky for their fellow citizens. Just like Eric did for them before.

This is the most proud thing Eric has come to this world. What he has not been able to do in the world of the Lord God. In this new world, there will be no repetition of the same mistakes. No companion will die casually, and there is no power to easily take away the lives of those he cherishes.

He witnessed his efforts taking root and sprouting, and Eric was in a good mood on the way back to the station.

"Emir, how about coming here to help me?" As he walked, he asked the small soldier next to him.

"Aren't I working for you?" Bronsky replied in a muffled voice, as if he couldn't hear the hidden meaning in the words.

"You know what I mean, I want you to stand on my side, from now on." Eric gently patted the other person on the shoulder. He didn't exert force, but his attitude was clear. Brownsky ​​knew it would be difficult for him to avoid it, so they stopped and stood facing each other and looked at each other face to face.

"You want to recruit me?" Bronsky asked slowly, as he said, his body gradually swelled up, and his face was filled with a golden luster. "Yes, let's have another fight with me."

"Aren't you afraid of me this time?" Eric smiled slightly. At this time, Brownsky's body was as tall as him, so he no longer had to look down.

"I'm afraid, you are my nemesis. But I'm the best warrior, I want to defeat myself." Bronsky said, his forehead protruding, and he once again turned into hatred and roared to the sky.

The loud sound waves crossed the lawn, flew over the heavy forest, and fell into the ears of the new neighbors on the other side of the river outside the manor.

"Huh?" A young man in his twenties with a firm look suddenly turned around and looked at the place where the sound came.

"What's wrong, John." A silver-haired man appeared behind him. He was not old. At first glance, he looked like a very cheerful and sunny personality. However, from the awe-inspiring eyes of his subordinates around him, he could tell that this was a guy who also needed attention.

Hearing his companion’s question, John turned around and replied.

"It seems that our neighbor is not simple." He said, and the shadow of one of them flashed in front of him again.

In a vague sense that the man had an indescribable familiarity and intimacy. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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