Marvel World New Magneto

On April 1943, 4, at 15:[-] U.S. Eastern Time, a convoy full of soldiers and supplies sailing from the U.S. mainland to Europe was besieged by the German Navy on the North Atlantic route.

At this time, the sky is still not clear, the vision is hazy, and the gray clouds and haze hang low in the air, which makes people feel very depressed. Driven by the wind, waves of white waves whizzed towards the bow of the ship, slapping heavily on the deck and the hull of the ship, splashing snow-white water everywhere.

What is more ferocious than this rough tide is the artillery fire of the German fleet. They don't need to defend the transport fleet like their opponents, but they want to break the defense of the Allied sea power and send all the transport ships ruthlessly. to the bottom of the sea.

The huge roar rang endlessly on the sea level, and the sky was full of ammunition explosions. The black smoke produced after the explosion, occasionally a flash of fire on a certain ship, followed by a loud noise like thunder, Amidst the blazing flames and lingering smoke, it would soon lose power, sinking with its full crew into the water.

Due to the sudden attack, the situation reached a fever pitch not long after the war started.

"How's it going outside?" Eric's supervisor, Major McTaggot, stepped out the door and asked a passing naval officer.

"Thank God, we have avoided seven torpedoes and three waves of artillery fire, and we are still alive." The officer broke free from the Army intelligence officer's hand after a simple answer. He still had his own mission.

Looking at the back of the naval officer, the major cursed bitterly, and turned back to the cabin with a livid face.Behind him, Eric, who shared the same room, sat on his bed leisurely, reading a newspaper borrowed from the ship's officer's lounge.

McTaggot glanced at his task target, feeling extremely annoyed.Although he has joined the army for many years and has a lot of experience, he has been engaged in intelligence work in the local area. It is the first time in his life that he has been on the battlefield. The first time he has experienced the front line is facing a powerful enemy on the floating ocean. This has a great impact on his psychological endurance. Said it was not a small test.

The cannons kept firing.The hull trembled violently again and again.The surrounding metal structures were distorted by the huge pressure all the time, making squeaking and wailing. Teams of sailors ran around nervously outside the cabin door, and the officers used short passwords and whistles to instruct them to urgently move various supplies. .

In anxiety, the major walked back and forth in the small two-person cabin, his speed getting faster and faster, his breathing getting more and more urgent, like a tiger trapped in an iron cage.I don't know how long this has been going on.The commotion outside not only did not calm down, but became more and more intense, and Eric next to him was still flipping through the newspaper leisurely, the reaction of the two formed a strong contrast, which made his supervisor's eyes look even more unkind, and suddenly he stopped , flew up and kicked Eric's bed.

"Boom", the moment the military boots touched the bed frame.The warship they were on was probably hit by a shell fired by an enemy ship, and there was a sudden violent shock.The glass of the cabin was shattered by the force from the deck, large and small sharp fragments flew everywhere in the closed cabin along with the fresh sea breeze.

The major was caught off guard and didn't stand still. He bumped his head against the solid wall, and blood flowed from his face immediately.

With a touch of pity, Eric looked at his supervisor. The shock just now did not affect him at all, as if those flying glass pieces and strong fluctuations like earthquakes did not exist.

His slightly mocking eyes fell on the embarrassed major, which greatly angered the army intelligence officer. Under the stimulation of pain, his anxious mood burst like a ignited powder keg.

"You think I'm ridiculous?" McTaggot, whose face was covered in blood, asked while holding the bed frame fixed on the floor. Now he hated the person who put him in danger. Without this exiled scientist, perhaps The intelligence officer also stayed comfortably in his local office reviewing documents.

Eric smiled and did not answer the other party's question.

This contemptuous attitude was more hurtful than his direct sarcasm. Through the blood-soaked eyeballs, the major's eyes gleamed with malice.

"I see, you think your German brothers will come to rescue you, you think we are doomed, you can take the opportunity to slip away from my nose, but I want to tell you, you are wrong." The major grinned , and took out a handcuff from his body.

"I'm going to handcuff you now, and if we're done, you don't want to escape."

A thick smell of gunpowder smoke came in from the broken window. The major staggered on the bed frame, and slowly approached Eric with handcuffs.

"The Frenchman Treville said this." Eric said, shaking the newspaper in his hand. "The so-called military life is when you can't support yourself with the enemy, you must learn to support yourself with the blood of the civilians of your own country-although your time is 300 years apart, as far as I can see, you, Major McTaggot His style is very similar to that of Monsieur de Treville."

"To your Treville!" spat the major. "You are a person of unknown origin. The higher-ups just want to use waste. Otherwise, why don't you let Stark go to Europe? I think you are worthless at all. Now, raise your hand."

He finally moved to the bed step by step, grabbed the bed frame with one hand, and with the other hand drew a pistol from his waist and threatened the detainee.

Eric folded the newspapers and placed them neatly on the nearby small cabinet.

"I have good news and bad news for you, which one do you want to hear first?" he asked, looking straight at McTaggot, who was pointing his gun at him.

"The good news is that you were escorted to Europe by me, but the bad news is that you were shot in the head by me?" the army intelligence officer gritted his teeth and smiled.

"No." Eric shrugged.

"The good news is that the war will be over soon for you, and the bad news is that in five seconds a shell will go through the ship."

Eric said, and the other party laughed.

"You're so funny, Eric." The major couldn't breathe with laughter. "Do you want to tell me that you are actually a psychic? Then tell your cannonball to come to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ship suddenly shook violently, and then the major's ears buzzed, and the huge sound waves almost destroyed his eardrums. Amid a series of bangs, the adult man was forcibly thrown into the air.

Under the action of external force, half of the warship suddenly lifted up, and the steel hull twisted and deformed like dough kneaded by an invisible giant hand. All objects that were not fixed were thrown up violently, as if lost The weight generally floats in mid-air for several seconds.

When the major fell back to the ground, he saw Eric's cold eyes before losing consciousness completely.

Now Eric has to create the conditions for fulfilling his promise.

He got up from the bed, opened the cabin door and went outside.

The corridor was full of choking smoke, and the orange-red flame rolled up a large amount of ash, spreading wildly in the black mist.

The sea breeze blows in from the cracked deck, and the fire spreads rapidly by the force of the wind. Eric can vaguely hear the screams of the sailors who are still alive.

"I hope the torpedo tube is still intact, otherwise it will be a trouble." He murmured and walked to the side according to his impression.

This is an old destroyer, the torpedo launcher should be designed in the middle or rear of the ship, Eric hoped to see them there.

Along the way, the raging orange-red flames receded in front of him. The thousands of degrees of heat could have melted steel, but now they met their masters and lowered their unruly heads meekly.

It's not that Eric's magnetic field talent has turned into fire control ability, but that his understanding has deepened again after coming to this era.

The essence of fire is not only the energy of light and heat, but also the electromagnetic wave of light and heat radiation. In Eric's view, they are no different from easily magnetized metals.

On this warship that had been ravaged by artillery fire, the magnetic master slowly rose into the air, and the invisible magnetic field enveloped it in all directions. The flames were quickly extinguished, and the gap that was pouring into the sea gradually closed.

When Major McTaggot woke up again, there was already a dead silence in the cabin. Through the broken porthole, he could faintly hear sporadic gunfire from outside, but they were extremely far away.

After surviving the dizzy state, the army intelligence officer struggled to get up, and now his heart was full of rejoicing. He was able to escape such a strong blow with his life, and he really wanted to thank God for his grace.

Of course, Mr. Major did not forget everything before he lost consciousness. There must be something wrong with Eric's strange words and deeds, which fully shows that his suspicion is not unreasonable.

Perhaps it was he who somehow broke the news of the fleet's passage to the German Navy.

The major thought bitterly, and after panting for a while, he picked up the pistol stuck between the bed frame and the cabinet from the ground.

I don't know if that guy is still alive... Should I get out of this dangerous ship first, or search to see if I can find the object of my supervision?

The two thoughts of saving life and making meritorious deeds swirled in the intelligence officer's mind, making his already confused mind due to the injury even more confused.

Shaking his head, McTaggot finally made up his mind to leave here first.

So he groped for the wall and walked out of the cabin carefully.

There are signs of damage everywhere outside, shrapnel, stumps and scattered debris soaked in knee-deep water, the ship miraculously did not sink.

Although he was not from the navy, the major could see how dangerous the situation just now was.

Just as he kept making the cross, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed him.

"Hello, Major." Eric walked over with a smile. "I was just about to wake you up." (To be continued~^~)