Marvel World New Magneto

During the war, the streets of New York were much cooler than usual. Although the war did not directly affect the city, shopping and consumption decreased. Broadway, Times Square and Fifth Avenue also temporarily lost their magic. People no longer cared about the things around them that fascinated them in the past, and instead paid attention to any news related to the war.If you see crowds of people gathering in the streets or squares, it is likely that politicians or soldiers are giving impassioned speeches. Under the ubiquitous publicity, men are inspired by fanatical emotions. A long queue formed in front of a conscription station, and women began to prepare to see off their fathers, sons, or brothers.

At this time, Eric was passing by the crowded square in a heavily guarded military vehicle. Probably because he had let go of Nick Fury, the annoyed soldiers arrested him, wearing ice cold gloves on his wrists. He was handcuffed, and his ankles were also locked with shackles that only felons have. Two sturdy soldiers next to him held guns and sandwiched him from left to right. The slightest movement would arouse their vigilance.In the front row of the car, sitting on the co-pilot seat was a beautiful female officer. She would turn her head to observe from time to time, and by the way, use her pair of beautiful big eyes to give him a very deterrent warning.

The base of the soldiers is located in the coastal area of ​​Manhattan. Passing through Brooklyn all the way, the sky was already dark when they crossed the bridge. It has also entered a state of semi-blackout. Citizens extinguished excess light sources and dimmed the lights in the rooms, so that every night New York would become like a ghost town. People could be faintly seen on the streets, but they rubbed shoulders. But Shi Shi couldn't see the expression clearly.In such an atmosphere, fewer and fewer people came out for a walk at night.Only late returners rush home as soon as possible while the moonlight is still bright.

The headlights of the car were shining on the road, driving quietly in the dark, gradually getting darker and darker in the car, Eric could only see some light through the magnetic field vision.

Fortunately, there is always an end to the long road, when the car took an unknown number of detours and entered a base.It finally stopped in front of a small building.

The soldiers rudely drove the guests out of the car.Pushing him into an interrogation room, and then closing the thick iron door.

Now Eric can take a breather. For a passenger from the future, the poor quality of the car in the 40s and the terrible smell of gasoline in the cabin was a horrible experience.Given a choice, he would rather take the tram.Even walking is acceptable.

The cell was empty.There is only one table in the center, and two chairs are placed on the opposite side. One of them is sitting on Eric.

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

The owner's attitude is not good, and the guests can only close their eyes and rest.

after awhile.The door creaked, and the female officer walked in.Sitting down across the table, the two looked at each other for a while.

This is a young woman in her twenties, with thick blond hair, fair skin, and slightly thick lips that are even more bright red.It can be seen from the appearance that she is a strong and persistent woman. Although the long hair is coiled behind the hat, one can feel the indomitable vitality from the slightly curly waves. The eyelashes are very long and the eyebrows are neat, like The long blade is as sharp as a sword, and there is a resolute and decisive expression in the dignified appearance, which is not at all gentle and weak like ordinary women.

The female officer probably has a similar opinion about Eric. The mutant blood and the nature of the former reincarnation endowed him with a temperament that is different from ordinary people. Even in the crowd of downtown, others can distinguish him at a glance.The hair and eyebrows are dark golden, the eyes are cold gray blue, although the corners of the mouth are curved, but the face is like carved out of marble, and toughness and stubbornness are also written on it.

"I'm the one you're talking to this time. You can call me Miss C." After examining for a while, the female officer sat down.

"Name, occupation, nationality." The female officer read out a series of nouns routinely.

"Eric Lee, a stateless person." Eric said with a smile. "As for professions, do superheroes count?"

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

"I'm not joking with you." She said coldly, there is no concept of superheroes in this era.

"Okay, Ms. C." Eric shrugged. "Then you can think of me as an inventor in exile in the United States who has lost my former identity and is living with a new friend and trying to find legal status."

"Exiled inventor?" The female officer said the word and pushed the notebook aside. "Do you think I'll believe that? Is it accidental that a foreigner without any identification appears on the streets of New York and is involved with a key criminal pursued by the military? Should I associate it this way: You have a certain responsibility." You have an ulterior mission, so you don’t have any identity records; because your mission is related to the escaped prisoner, so you pretended to meet that person on purpose; your landlord is not a new friend, but cooperated with you Party—what do you think of my conjecture?"

"Reasonable, but clumsy." 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, constructing a reasonable reason in her mind from behavioral habits to clothing, but it was not very successful.

Judging from his demeanor, he seems to have seen the world, unlike ordinary people who are used to being cramped when they arrive in a strange environment, and he is not nervous because of restrictions on his movements, and he always looks calm and unhurried.

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

For these reasons it does not seem impossible that he was an exile.

But the female officer will not let go so easily.

"According to the wartime law, if you confess, you can be pardoned, and the US government will appropriately reduce your punishment according to your behavior. In that way, the war will be over for you, and you will no longer have to risk your life. I think you can think about it."

"Are you trying to induce a confession, ma'am?" Eric narrowed his eyes. "I think you can consider switching careers to be an actor, not a secret agent - it is said that some women are especially easy to achieve in the acting career because of the influence of early life experiences. I believe you have this talent."

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

"It's really hard for people to tell the truth now, can't you drink tea and interrogate politely?" She complained, walked behind Eric, and tied his thumbs behind his back, so that He is in a very sad state.

Fortunately, Eric didn't care about this level of pain. What he had experienced was much stronger than this.

"From a psychological point of view, the sudden change of means in the negotiation is often to cover up the weakness of the heart, just like this." The interrogated still kept smiling.

"There are two people in the room, and the weak one is not me," said the interrogator, bowing her head to organize the notes, and now she has reason to think that time is on her side, so she can maintain a relaxed attitude while continuing to apply pressure.

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

"I believe you can do this. This is the privilege God bestows on blonde women." Eric satirized the other party calmly, and he managed to see the female officer's eyebrows twitch for the third time.

People in the world always have a prejudice that blonde women mean stupidity, and pleasing vases are their best roles. Female officers are aggressive people, and they have always wanted to get rid of this. Now they are poked by Eric. Reaching the painful spot, 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. "During the conversation just now, you have been using Mrs. instead of Ms. for married people to me, and when referring to the plural of people, you have been using persons instead of people. Who would have such language habits? Only Germans. Now I have reason to believe that you are a spy from Germany, how can you persuade me not to send you to court?" She said, slapping the table heavily, and the notebook and The pen jumped violently.

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

The interrogation lasted for more than an hour, and the two men kept fighting until an army colonel walked in.

"Carter, come out," the colonel said, and locked Eric in the interrogation room alone. (to be continued~^~)