Marvel World New Magneto

Probably because of his busy schedule, General Ross didn't stay for long, although he seemed to have a lot to ask Eric for advice - such as his lifelong pursuit: super clear serum and the second generation who created the Hulk and the abomination Imitation——But out of some scruples, he didn't say much in the end. He hurriedly completed the handover procedures, had a brief chat with Eric, and left after making an appointment for the next meeting and exchange.

Before leaving, he slipped Eric a tiny remote control device in front of Bronski.

"I know you are Superman, but life is better with this thing, it can make the barking wild dogs obediently exit the courtyard, so that you can sleep well every night." General Ross did not hide his emotions, he With a wacky grin, he points to the once-mightiest warrior turned misguided super-criminal.

Everyone looked at his fingers, and Emil Bronski stood alone, with a cold and expressionless expression.

"The yellow button is an electric shock warning. If he still doesn't obey, you just press the red button, and his neck will be broken in two with a bang, and the safety of the citizens will be preserved—don't be careless. General Ross warned, and patted himself on the back of the neck, implying that the most vulnerable places have the most important security measures.

After the general was sent away and the door was closed, the abomination did not become relaxed. Maybe it was the year-long prison life that taught him to enjoy the beauty of solitude, so even after taking off the special shackles that bound his body, he did not have any trouble with others. To say hello, I wandered in the hall, from the kitchen to the bathroom, to the training hall, every common room, and finally stood quietly on the balcony looking at the scenery outside.

The sun was setting, and the light reflected through the clouds.Let the whole land be bathed in a magnificent splendor of orange.

Soon it was dinner time again.

"He doesn't look very happy, maybe he doesn't like my cooking." Turning his head to look at the balcony, Fitz turned around and whispered.He is not only a mechanical genius, but also a good culinary expert, so during Eric's time, he has been taking care of the kitchen instead of the girl who loves biochemistry.It is rare to have a new member join today.So he finished work earlier than usual.A big meal was prepared for the celebration, but the new member ignored his call and was still standing on the balcony to enjoy the breeze, so now there were only three people at the table as usual.

"It's not your fault, Fitz," Gemma reassured him. "I think Mr. Bronski needs to adjust for a few days. After all, he lived in Alaska for [-] days. I heard that it is very desolate there. He may be a little uncomfortable when he just returned to New York."

"Uh. I know it's presumptuous to say that, but he won't suddenly turn into abomination and hit us?" Fitz moved his chair to Eric's side, and asked in a low voice. He knew the power of abomination and wanted to get it Eric's security guarantee.

"Fitz!" Jemma turned her head sensitively to look at the balcony, then whispered a warning to her friend, while Eric took out the remote control General Ross gave him and pushed the boy away.

Compared with the language guarantee.The electronic tools obviously reassured Fitz, who smiled apologetically before retreating to his seat.

"By the way. What have you been doing recently? I think you went out with a box in your arms this afternoon?" Eric asked casually about other things. He didn't want rookies to always worry about new members messing things up.

"Just a small favor for my friends, they're going to explore New Mexico tonight." Fitz hesitated.

Gemma sneered, and exposed his details beside him.

"He is helping his girlfriend make astrophysical observation tools, and it is really shameful to use government property to undertake private business." The girl accused her, her tone sour, as if her beloved toy had been snatched away by a stranger.

"Don't talk about Gemma like that, I'm just doing Jane a favor, and she's not my girlfriend." Fitz quickly defended himself and explained to Eric at the same time. "And it's also helpful for future work, and it validates my new idea. I designed each device as a micro-drones with their own capabilities. Some are responsible for recording the size and mass of the target, and some are responsible for observing The density of matter, the amount of radiation, and one is only responsible for dealing with odors, and they can help complete many difficult tasks when performing tasks, so not only astronomers can use them, but we can too."

"I believe." Under Gemma's contempt, Eric raised his glass with a half-smile, and read the evening paper delivered not long ago: "At four o'clock this afternoon, there was a scene of warmth in Hudson Square. Leo Fitz, the young hero who appeared in the incident where the crane destroyed the building, embraced affectionately and gave a generous gift to the two women believed to be the victims of the incident, Jane Foster and Daisy Louise People, saved by Mr. Fitz at a critical moment, this hug once again proves that superheroes have a strong attraction to the opposite sex...Reporter Peter Parker."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Fitz snatched the newspaper hastily, glanced at it briefly, and piled it up into a ball. "I'm just seeing them off. Any gifts are just nonsense. They are obviously those drones used for detection, and who is Peter Parker? Isn't that Spider-Man? He must be resentful of the last time Gemma whipped him experiment with blood..."

The boy retorted fiercely. Judging by his appearance, if Peter was in front of him, maybe the two of them would jump up and have a good argument.

This episode distracted the young man's attention, and Fitz didn't notice when Bronski walked over. When he and Gemma stopped arguing enough, they found that the food on the plate had been completely cleared. Mister is stuffing the last piece of smoked salmon into his mouth.

"I've heard of you." Ignoring the complaints of the two rookies with empty stomachs, Bronski said to Eric, tearing off the napkin on his chest. "I've heard your name a long time ago. In Russia, you are more famous than Captain America. You attacked Rome and wiped out the army in Kursk. Many people called you a demon from the New World."

"Should I say I'm sorry?" Eric also ate something, and at this time he was holding a cup of coffee nectar and slowly tasting it.

"No, I don't have any relatives who died at your hands. On the contrary, I always admired you at that time." Bronski wiped his mouth and fingers with a white napkin, and wiped off the grease on them. "I lost my relatives very early and stayed in an orphanage run by the army. Because I was shorter than my peers, I was always the target of bullying until I was 16 years old. At that time, I often thought of the stories my mother told me when I was young. ...about you and Captain America, I draw strength from the story, and finally survive the ordeal and become a good fighter."

"It was a touching experience." Eric nodded slightly. "But Steve's deeds are not more similar to yours. You have similarities. It stands to reason that you should like him more."

"If everything was true, Bruce Banner would have been killed by me long ago. The reality is that I replaced him as a test case for that villain Ross, and Banner is still alive and well, accepting people's cheers, and Ross's beautiful Daughter together." Bronski threw down the napkin and sneered, at this time the sky had completely darkened, the milky white light in the restaurant reflected cold light on the white teeth, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees suddenly.

Fitz shrank his neck and turned sideways in front of Gemma.

But Bronski's attention is obviously not the two rookies, but the man sitting directly opposite him.

The man was shaking the cup gently at this moment, taking a good look at it.

"It makes sense, please continue." Eric said with a smile.

"I admire your strength, and I want to become a person with real power just like you. During the Cold War, the Americans said that you and Captain America were the result of technological transformation, in order to intimidate the Soviet Union. My compatriots hate you, but I think Seeing your strength, so when I knew that I had the opportunity to walk on your path like Banner, I caught up with you without hesitation." In the quiet restaurant, only Bronski's voice echoed, and the atmosphere gradually changed. It must be a little depressing.

"And then?" Fitz couldn't help interjecting, and Gemma quickly kicked him from below.

"Then?" Bronski's eyes slanted, seeing the murderous look in his eyes, the blood of the two rookies suddenly froze.

"Then I became like this, defeated by the Hulk, locked on the operating table every day, living like a dog." Bronski said every word, his voice getting heavier and heavier. "Ross told me that if you do meritorious deeds, you can be free, so I gave him my life, but he lied to me, and he locked me up again as soon as I went back, and took half of my blood before I came here today. I couldn't figure it out before. Why can’t I beat the Hulk? Later I discovered that anger is the source of our strength. I just didn’t understand it enough before! Knowing why Ross is so easy to talk this time, I’m willing to let me out because he’s afraid of me. Contains a monster whose name is Abomination!"

Emil Bronski's voice became louder and louder, until he almost hammered the dining table and roared.

At the same time, his body gradually swelled, yellow bones appeared on the skin, and hideous barbs appeared on his back piercing through his clothes.

Fitz and Gemma had been paying attention, and now they realized something was wrong and jumped up almost at the same time, their little faces turned pale and they hid behind Eric.

"Mr. Eric, remote control!" Gemma reminded loudly.

"This?" Eric picked it up casually, and saw that the thing that determined his life and death fell into the hands of others, and the aura of hatred that had just risen couldn't help but stiffen.

Before he could make up his mind, the dining table rang, and the tiny electronic switch was thrown by Eric amidst the screams of two rookies, and it slid along the tabletop to the other end.

Hate was stunned for a moment before realizing it. He quickly stretched out his giant yellow hand, and the switch immediately disappeared from the table.

For more than 300 days and nights, Bronski grasped his own destiny for the first time. At this moment, his heart couldn't help beating wildly, and he raised his eyebrows to the sky and screamed. (to be continued~^~)