Marvel World New Magneto

EST, six fifty in the morning.

The sky was a bit gloomy, the sun's light and heat were blocked by the clouds at high altitude, and could not pass through their shadows to illuminate the earth. Surrounded by the buildings on both sides, the light on the road was even darker than usual.

This is a common small street in Manhattan, which is different from the bustling metropolis in the eyes of outsiders, where every inch of land is occupied by skyscrapers. Behind the tall buildings, groups of four or five-story dark red or The gray and white old-fashioned buildings and those crystal palace-like modern buildings are just a shiny shell of New York, or the skeleton of the city, and the low buildings in these narrow streets are the flesh and blood.

At this time, there were very few pedestrians on the small street, only some urchins were playing in the empty street.

"I know this area." A black car passed by the children, and Steve Rogers sat in the back seat, pointing to the familiar place passing by the window. "Been beaten up in this parking lot, and this alley."

Carter sat next to him, watching his nostalgic appearance and shaking his head invisibly.

"And that store, where Eric used to fight with someone, and I tried to go up to break it up, but I got punched too."

Hearing this indelible name, Carter couldn't help thinking about it.

"I heard Eric mention you," she said, staring at the road ahead. "Although he is small and thin, he never runs away when fighting."

Steve lowered his head, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"If you run, they will keep chasing. Stand up and fight back. They can't keep fighting with me."

"I know what it's like to be rejected by everyone." Carter tried to reassure him, but Steve wanted to take the opportunity to get closer to her.

"Why do you want to join the army, a beautiful lady like you." He asked without words, and because he was too guilty to meet the female agent's sight, he turned his head and looked at the buildings passing by quickly outside the window.Inadvertently, he said something.

"Agents, agents, not ladies."

He quickly changed his words to remedy it, but the words were like spilled milk, and it was not realistic to cry over them.

to be so offended.Carter frowned slightly.She turned her head to look over, and there was a fierce aura in her big beautiful eyes.

"You are indeed beautiful, but..." Steve was still trying to make up for his slip of the tongue, and soon Carter interrupted him.

"You don't know how to talk to women." Carter looked at him angrily, meeting her eyes, Steve's courage dissipated immediately.

"These sentences are already the longest." He whispered.The desire to communicate with beautiful women suddenly faded a lot.

next.He could only quietly face out of the window, watching the rapidly receding windows on the wall facing the street and the floating reliefs as the light changed.Although he was in the same car as the woman next to him, Steve gradually began to feel that it was not the building behind him that stayed in place, but himself.

Vaguely, he felt that he was being separated from someone who was inseparable from his life.

Italy, Rome time, [-]:[-] noon.

At this time, eight American sailors had already landed under the leadership of Eric.They were still trembling for fear of being discovered by the Italians, but soon they understood what kind of country they set foot on.

There are no gendarmes.There is no police, no fanatical citizens loyal to the Nazis, and the continuous strikes and partisans around the capital circle have attracted most of the military police, and the king and his advisers are afraid that the Germans will block their way to the city. The route along the coast has given special attention to this place, so at this time, no one in this important place can pose a threat to this group of foreign invaders.The people nearby were either busy with their own business and didn't pay attention at all, or stood far away under the shade of the trees and pointed at them, but no one was willing to stand up and raise their arms to raise their arms and call out the alarm.

This is the poorest and most overpopulated country in Western Europe, and after 20 years of fascist rule, its political system has created too many opponents within the country, which, combined with a string of military defeats, has made Italians wary of war Lost confidence, now they just want to get rid of their troubles as soon as possible and return to a beautiful and peaceful life.

"It's just like a woman without clothes." John Barry, a naval private with a rude nature, murmured. He was the one who was the last one to go ashore, but now even he felt that the chief's whimsy might not be hopeless.

What gave him confidence was not only what he saw and heard, but also the Italians standing beside Eric. He didn't know where he found these guys. Now the second lieutenant of the army is talking to these locals in Roman dialect like no one else.

According to linguistics scholars, Italian is as clear as a breeze, and its vocabulary is like blooming flowers. It is the most artistic language and the most musical language in the world. However, in the ears of sailors, they are only the prelude to victory. It is the crisp knocking sound of countless copper plates and gold coins falling on the smooth marble floor, and the passionate and delicate welcome of beautiful girls and women.

Only there is no clang of iron and blood.

Encouraged by such a gentle tone, the sailors became more courageous, gritted their teeth, grinned grimly and clenched the weapons in their hands.

Behind them followed a group of expressionless Germans who were "persuaded" by Erik and willingly participated in the attack on Rome.

After talking with the "politicians" he temporarily pulled from a nearby university, Eric has a general understanding of the recent situation.

Just as he had imagined, the big ship named "Italy" was leaking everywhere, and almost everyone had their own thoughts, and there was indeed a power to semi-openly communicate with the allies.In this case, let's not say that Eric is just a temporary draft civilian army second lieutenant with a group of simple-minded junior sailors, even if he is really a US army brigadier general as he claims to the campus politicians , and few people are willing to temporarily jump on another unreliable ship.

Fortunately, he doesn't need too many people with different ideals to join, he only needs the cooperation of some simple-minded local aborigines.

The Italian Action Party was his choice. This party, founded in early 1943, was a party of intellectuals based on university campuses. The naive credulity that once Nazism and Fascism had been defeated, a new Italy could be built through a liberal government and a policy of fundamental reforms, completely untainted by the old.

Such a naive and enthusiastic scholar is simply irresistible.Eric didn't even have time to display his well-prepared set of arguments, and he came forward automatically for the sake of Italian intellectuals.

That's right.

No cajoling, just get on board.

As long as he follows his plan step by step, everyone here will get what they need.Americans crave victory and glory, Italians see it as saving their country.And the Germans...the Germans don't need anything.

They are but the background in this war.They are a group of wallflower ladies, the [-] Indian allied forces who helped create the legend of Hernán Cortés conquering the Aztec Empire, and Greeks who desperately helped the slave owners Greeks resist the invasion of the Persian king during the Battle of Thermopylae. Luo people are fools, or described in a more straightforward and understandable way: they are some cannon fodder, destined to become a group that will not be noticed in history.

It is through the presence of these American sailors, native politicians, and lost Germans that Eric is able to hide his superpowers under the collective act.

Now they are going to the city center.

"Boss," John Barry called his boss affectionately.Now he and Eric have nothing against each other.Instead, it turned into one of the most powerful promoters of the plan. "If you can succeed this time, I will follow you next time you go to Tokyo, Japan."

Hearing this familiar title, Eric almost equated the two Johns for a moment, so his attitude changed accordingly.

"Oh, dear John, don't say that." He patted Barry on the shoulder affectionately, pretending to be afraid of being heard. "Otherwise, the staff of the Pentagon will hear it. I doubt whether they will directly drop us to Berlin next time to deal with His Excellency the Führer."

The sailors immediately burst into laughter.Now they are not nervous at all.

"Okay, guys. Let's go." Erik pointed north.At his word, the Americans, Germans, and Italians moved into action.

[-]:[-] a.m. EST.

In the secret base disguised as a Brooklyn antique store, the long-awaited super soldier experiment is ready, and the big shots are entering the venue.

Erskine leaned against the edge of the equipment alone, watching the assistants around him constantly going back and forth between the equipment for the final inspection.

At this crucial moment, he was in a trance.

"...your potion will create a superior nation, but it will also reduce others to the lower class in an instant." A voice echoed quietly in the doctor's heart, but he couldn't remember when he heard that person speak Pass.

In a conversation with Steve, he blurted it out and agreed with it from the bottom of his heart, but Erskine couldn't recall talking to that man afterward.

Everything seemed to cease to exist, but there was a vague shadow again.

This cut memory was like a thin soft thorn stuck in his throat, although it didn't hurt, it was very uncomfortable.

Followed by an extremely depressed mood, driven by this mood, he did a lot of abnormal actions - tampering with the real research records, deleting precious experimental data, and the files are damaged.

Although it is abnormal, it must be done——every time the doctor thinks of this, a tragic and sacred feeling arises in the doctor's heart.

I am saving mankind - he muttered devoutly.

Smart, strong, and healthy, the resources of the earth cannot support such an excellent human race.

In a trance, he felt that two pairs of eyes were watching him with concern, and when he looked up, Erskine saw that Carter and Steve had just appeared by the railing on the second floor. (to be continued~^~)