Marvel World New Magneto

After working continuously, Tarbert was a little tired. After handing over to his colleagues who were changing shifts, he put on a coat and fell asleep on the bed in the sergeant cabin. In his dream, he vaguely returned to his hometown in Chicago, seven thousand miles away. Accompanied by his wife, he played with his newborn son in the yard.

What a pleasure it is to be with his own family. Although his family is still simple and poor, it is the home of his soul and the source of strength.Immersed in such a happy time, two hours passed before I knew it.When his consciousness finally broke free from Oneiroi's control, and was about to wake up from the short blissful time, a wave closely connected with his soul awakened him.

Tarbert sat up from the bed in a trance, without shoes on, just walked out on the cold floor with bare feet, passed the long corridor, and walked up the steps to the spacious officer's cabin.

"Sir?" At this moment, he seemed to wake up, and seeing that there was no one around, he gently knocked on the cabin door.

After a moment of silence, the door opened.

Although there were two expressionless Germans standing next to him, he went straight in as if he hadn't seen anything, passed through the door of the compartment, and then he saw his officer.

"Are you all right, sir?" Tarbert asked concerned.

"Oh, Tarbert." The room was a mess, with broken tables and chairs everywhere, and Eric was covered in blood, but he was in good spirits.Without looking back, he stood in front of the window and answered with a smile. "I'm fine, great."

There was an inexplicable excitement in his expression.

At this time, although the raging wind and rain on the Atlantic Ocean did not stop, an invisible force opened up a huge hole above the ship, just like the center of the eye of the storm. The sea was calm within a few square miles, and there were no dark and dense dark clouds blocking it. The golden sunlight shone down from the distant space, all sprinkled on Eric.His whole body was covered with golden light.

At this moment, he looked like a god.

There was an indescribable tremor in Tarbert's heart. He clasped his hands tightly in front of his chest, and then knelt down reverently.

Without speaking again, Eric quietly admired the wonderful scenery.

Now.He finally took his own step.

The most critical step.

He didn't go out for the next whole day.Stay in the room to consolidate strength, and put aside all foreign affairs.

Without his reminder, it doesn't matter now whether the ship will hit a rock and sink, whether it will be discovered by Allied planes and accidentally bombed, and whether the Germans on board will find a chance to riot.In this moment, nothing can compare to such a great feeling.Even losing the ship.There is nothing to be sorry about killing all the Americans and German soldiers on board.Of course, he didn't need to really do that. Although the boiling power showed a violent and tyrannical nature, the strengthened brain could naturally guide them into the right track.

So far, Eric has a brand-new understanding of the entire material world, and the macro and micro changes are no longer concealed, blooming for him layer by layer like shy flowers.Even a drop of water can be analyzed from all angles at the same time, becoming as bright as a diamond.As long as he wants.The whole ship is under control regardless of its size, not just steel, any material without energy protection can be broken down by him with a single thought.Even the souls of human beings are no longer hazy and hazy separated by a layer of mist. Under the scrutiny of spiritual power, they are almost like flowing substances, and they are no longer elusive things.

However, despite such great progress, it does not mean that Eric will unscrupulously use telepathy to enter the inner world of others, and twist their souls at will like slaves.

No matter how weak, the human soul is the greatest masterpiece of the Creator, and we should maintain enough respect for truly great things, instead of relying on a strong position to get everything we want.The role of force is mutual. With the strength of the professor, he has been in and out of the hearts of ordinary people for a long time, and he has lost his own position after a long period of accumulation. Eric will never repeat the same mistakes.

What's more, manipulating the mind is a shortcut. Although the shortcut will bring good results, it will also make people weak.Once habit becomes dependence, the original tool becomes the master, but the master loses his authority and becomes a slave to power, that would be too sad.

Under this idea, Eric basically let go of the constraints on his subordinates, making their thinking more active, allowing them to put forward their own opinions, and only retaining some influence in key places.

Just like now, although his new plan took everyone by surprise, Erik was still willing to spend a little effort to persuade them rather than force it through with his own strength.

"Sir, should you think about it again?" Tarbert, as the leader of the sailors, had to express his opinion tactfully.His reason was nothing more than that he managed to escape a small life, and took a lot of effort to win a boat. From now on, he just needs to wait for rescue. You old man, please let the fragile hearts of your brothers go.Others felt the same way. With Eric no longer controlling their will, these ordinary sailors immediately returned to mediocrity.

"Sir." Another person asked to speak, and his relationship with Eric was not as close as Tarbert's, and he seemed a little careless. "Sir, if it's a fight in a bar at the Brooklyn Navy Yard and you tell me to charge up to ten opponents, I, William Barry, won't frown, but if you want me to follow you to death, then I will I can only say sorry." Although his words were rude, they emboldened the people behind.

"Sir, we have proven our bravery, as evidenced by this ship and over 100 Germans. Of course, this was all done under your leadership, and we all admire you very much. But we have done enough, now We just want to get out as soon as possible, after all, there are family members waiting for us in the United States.” Another person’s attitude is lower, but his thoughts are basically the same as everyone’s, and it’s hard to survive, and normal people want to live longer.

"Yeah, as long as we escape, we are all heroes, and the chicks in the whole of America will be happy to climb into our bed." Barry also yelled loudly, and the others nodded.

This is the status quo, both fearful of what may be encountered by moving forward, and extremely complacent about the achievements of the past, this is a group of guys who want to slip away from the battlefield, and they must cool down their hot heads before they can face it. Reality.

Eric kept his composure, and waited until the others had finished expressing all their opinions in a hurry, and they were so dry that they could no longer come up with any fresh points of view before opening their mouths.

"I can understand your wishes. No one wants to die in vain. But please tell me, if it's what you think, how can we get out of the current predicament and leave the territorial waters of Italy?"

Yes, it is the territorial waters of Italy.During the week-long wandering, with the help of the North Atlantic storm, ocean currents, night and someone's magical power, the German wreck not only did not sink, but miraculously approached the European continent, and even got through the heavily fortified Strait of Gibraltar , into the noisy Mediterranean all the way to the Apennines.When the wind and rain subsided, Eric gradually withdrew his strength, and the dizzy sailors were shocked to find that they had touched the nose of the Axis powers.

After a hysterical panic, the Americans brandished weapons and put all the Germans in the warehouse, and then ran to Eric for help, hoping that he could come up with an idea to solve the problem, but Eric's whimsy almost failed. Let this group of people pass out again.

But he has his reasons.

"Listen." Eric opened the chart and pointed out the current location to eight rookie sailors. "According to the descriptions of the German prisoners and your own observations, we have now successfully penetrated the Italian defense line between Sardinia and Sicily. There are Nazi navies on the east and west sides. It takes at least 160 nautical miles to the south to reach North Africa. And where are our current coordinates?"

"Latitude 40°54 north, longitude 12°57 east," Talbot replied in a low voice. "Near the Pontine Islands."

"Thank you, Mr. Talbert," Eric said, moving his baton north.

"Everyone can see clearly that any direction other than the north will bring us disaster. And we don't have enough fuel, it is impossible to run that far, even if the Allied forces are contacted by radio, I doubt it They are willing to take risks to save us. We are close to the mainland of Italy. If the choice is wrong, although the Italian army cannot stand the test like a rabbit, but according to my observation, their air force or navy is far away from a broken ship that cannot drive They still have the courage to fire or drop a few bombs, but judging from their experience of killing their country’s marshal with anti-aircraft guns, the level of these guys’ artillery is not much worse than that of making macaroni.”

"Then how about we surrender? I heard that the captives captured by Italy can eat luxury meals every day." Although everyone looked worried, there was still a young sailor with longing.

"That also requires you to be a member of the British royal family." Eric scoffed at the proposal and continued to attack them.

"Besides, you drove the working Germans back to the warehouse without my permission, and now they must all know what's going on outside, and with all the abuse you've been having these days, I don't think they'll be so soft as to get away without hanging you— ---Perhaps they'll wash some of you and butter them and fry them slowly for steaks."

With his threats, the faces of the sailors all turned gray, especially William Barry. He was more guilty than others, and he was the one who abused the German prisoners the most.

With this understanding, the next agitation was logical.

"There is no way to retreat. Now we can only advance northward. The port of Rome is 37 nautical miles away. All we have to do is to sail the boat there, capture the city of Rome while the enemy is not prepared, and capture Mussolini alive."

He slapped the map hard, and the eight sailors stood up reflexively. (to be continued~^~)