Marvel World New Magneto

"Er...Eric?" Startled by the person coming, the major raised his pistol fiercely, and was overjoyed when he found out that it was a suspicious supervisor.

Now not only is his life saved, but his future is also secured. Next, he just needs to find a way to escape and hand over all the suspicious words and deeds of the other party to the headquarters. No matter how the higher authorities deal with it, it is none of his business.

With this in mind, the major's spirits lifted, and his mind became clearer.

"It's good to see you Eric, I was worried about you just now." He clenched his pistol tightly and said in a pleasant manner, his tone was as sweet as licking honey.

Erik smiled, nodded behind the major, and two dull-eyed sailors rushed over to subdue his supervisor.

"What are you doing? I'm Major McTaggot, an army officer, and I'm from the Pentagon." The major resisted fiercely, unable to see that his thin body was actually quite strong. He once broke free from the tall and strong black soldier on the right, and threw his backhand at him. A shot to the head.

"It's really good, as expected of an elite agent." Eric sighed in admiration. Under the horrified gaze of the major, the bullet made a sharp turn as soon as it was shot out of the muzzle, and he came to his supervised room happily as if he was fleeing to the light. in front of people.

"Good boy." Gently stroking the spinning warhead, Eric stopped staying and led the people to the torpedo launch room.

Now, he wants to fulfill the promise he made in his heart.

"Thanks to the Naval Shipyard, they breathed new life into this old destroyer, making it capable of firing large torpedoes - otherwise it would be a real hassle trying to stuff you all in. Well now, we don't have to No more worrying about it or doing something that doesn’t really fit my style. The massive 533mm torpedo, about a foot and seven inches in diameter, fits your body perfectly, as if your body was made for this moment.” Patting one of the dangerous weapons, Eric said with a smile.

"What do you want to do? You can't do this!" The major realized Eric's thoughts and resisted desperately. Neither of the two sailors could hold him down. More people were needed to join in.

After a series of slaps, the major's entire face was covered in blood.Under the direction of the master.The controlled sailor pressed the intelligence officer's head into the puddles of water under his feet, and roughly wiped his narrow and thin face with a few big hands.

"Sorry, it's the first time I use this method, so I'm not proficient." Eric explained with a smile, and then returned to the point. "I'm not like you, Major. You promised your superiors to send me to Europe. We could have had a great time on this mission. Maybe we could be friends, but you only want to do meritorious service, and even kill innocent people." Also pulled in to be your stepping stone. So I made a vow in my heart, I'm going to shoot you out of the torpedo tube, a real gentleman can't be as dishonest as you are, so when I do, now I'm going to Do it."

McTaggot, kneeling on the ground, looked at the man who decided his fate with a heartbreaking look, but Eric ignored it.

"The muzzle velocity of this torpedo is forty knots. The range is more than thirty thousand yards, and now a lone German warship is chasing the poor transport ship five nautical miles away. All you have to do is sacrifice your body, grit your teeth and charge forward. Then you can put McTaggott's name on the textbooks of the West Point Military Academy - what do you think of the ending of an army major sinking an enemy warship with his bare hands, which is simply a superheroic act?"

The major whimpered in his throat, but couldn't utter a clear word.

Eric smiled and waved the torpedo apart.

Although the diameter is very suitable, it is not so easy to put a living person in it. He has to remove all the secondary parts such as the motor, battery pack, and non-triggering fuze. Fortunately, he has his ability to rely on. , it is not so difficult to barely launch it.

As the parts were emptied, a person could finally lie down in the torpedo. Under Eric's order, several sailors forced the major into it.

Taking off the military badge on McTaggot's neck, Eric glanced at it and threw it aside.

"I heard that a man-operated torpedo appeared on the Pacific battlefield, which poses a great threat to the navy, so Mr. Major, you have to work harder for the benefit of the United States." After a few words of persuasion, Eric closed the shell.

"Goodbye, Mr. Major." He waved his hand, and the man-operated torpedo popped out of the sideboard automatically, and sailed towards the German gunboat in the distance with an unhurried and elegant gesture.

At this time, the morning sun had jumped out of the sea level, and bright red light spread across the magnificent Atlantic Ocean. Under the cover of the flickering waves, the people on the German ship never noticed this hidden killer.

It wasn't until it was about to leave Eric's control range that he suddenly put all his strength into it. With the faintly bright electromagnetic field forcibly accelerating, a surge of water splashed across, and the torpedo slammed into the warship that couldn't dodge.

"It's not bad." Eric commented, looking at the rising white water column from afar.After he dismantled so many parts, it is already a miracle that the torpedo fuze can still guide the warhead to function. If Mr. Major knew that he could still function at the last moment of his life, maybe he would not feel it. So bitter.

Now there is another problem. His supervisor died unexpectedly due to force majeure, and there is only a severely damaged warship around him that has not sunk temporarily only by his strength. How can he reach his destination?

Looking back at the smirking sailors, these guys were rescued by him from the sea of ​​fire. It was only because of a boring reason that they were lucky not to be killed by the explosive ammunition, but even if they were not controlled, it would be difficult to give him any help .

Eric looked at the sailors, then looked back at the German warship, and suddenly he had an idea.

New Jersey, Caspian Training Camp, Science Strategy Corps station.

The dusky sunset was about to sink into the horizon, and the companies that had been training long distances rushed back one after another. A large number of young people finally got rid of the torture of the officers, and they made the quiet station noisy again.Among them, the team led by Peggy Carter stayed at the end due to the drag of the little Steve.

Although the man was sent away and she was in a bad mood during this time, Carter still used her will to overcome the emotional fluctuations in her heart. She trained the soldiers under her as usual.

"Hurry up, it's really useless." Before the training ended, she had to do a few more sets of movements. She patrolled the soldiers who were bent down to the ground, and kept motivating them. "Cheer up, my grandma is more energetic than you."

Among a group of soldiers, the weak Steve was particularly eye-catching. Although he was better than before after Eric's guidance, the hard work during this period has exhausted his physical strength, and now it is difficult to straighten his waist. Disaster.

Carter glanced at him. Even if this was a friend of that person, she would not treat Steve differently. Perhaps a more severe attitude is responsible, which is better than pushing him to the battlefield to die.

When she thought of "sending death", she felt a pain in her heart. When she was arguing with Colonel Phillips, what the colonel said hit her sore foot. Maybe it was her past evaluation of Eric that determined his opinion. destiny.

If there hadn't been those fierce words, maybe the colonel wouldn't have recommended Eric, and it wouldn't have happened at all.

The female agent gritted her teeth, tried her best to transfer her thoughts to reality, and blew her whistle fiercely.

In the vicinity of Carter's Company, Colonel Phillips, the regimental superintendent, and Dr. Erskine observed the men in training.

Or rather, one of them.

"You don't really want to choose Rogers, an asthmatic who weighs less than a hundred pounds. I think he is as sneaky as a gerbil. Super soldiers? I have to say that the idea of ​​​​scientists is just like us ordinary people. It's different." Every time he saw Steve, who was as thin as a firewood, the colonel couldn't help but sigh.

"He is the only candidate." The doctor did not explain, but reiterated his opinion.

"Look at his arm, a needle can pierce it, I want to cry." The colonel shook his head repeatedly, and was about to say something to make the doctor change his opinion, when a civilian officer brought him a document.

"Oh...", he fell silent suddenly, looked up at Miss Carter on the training ground, and looked down at the document again.

"It's terrible," said the colonel.

The training of the last company was over, and the soldiers were finally released. Now many of them are exhausted, especially those who are in poor physique, who can hardly even stand up at this time.

Picking up Steve from the ground and handing him over to a familiar soldier, Carter loudly reminded the others not to sit down immediately, but to move for another 10 minutes to let the blood run smoothly.

Then, she sensitively sensed that someone was watching her from behind.

Looking back, the colonel, the doctor and the adjutant were all looking at her with strange eyes.

"Carter." In her impression, the colonel was a bit rude and irritable, but he never hesitated like this. This attitude made the female agent feel inexplicably anxious.

"Your... friend, Eric...", a simple sentence, he thought about it several times. "...Thanks for his dedication."

The whistle suddenly dropped, Carter's big eyes were fixed on the document in the colonel's hand, the whole world lost its color, her ears were buzzing, and she could no longer hear what Phillips was saying.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast the last ray of heat on the earth, a gust of warm wind blew over, and the branches above the head made a rustling sound. Now all the officers and soldiers have gone back, only Peggy Carter is still standing there.

She turned her head in a daze, and there seemed to be someone smiling at her on the hill beside the playground. (to be continued~^~)