Marvel World New Magneto

Bobby's parents didn't stay in New York for long, they only stopped for a day, and they said goodbye to Eric on the pretext of going back to prepare for the Pumpkin Festival.

With the reluctant students, Eric sent the family to the long-distance bus terminal next to Times Square. Bobby's eyes were red, full of nostalgia before parting. He hugged John and other friends again and again, and He held Mary's hands for a long time through the thick flannel, and didn't let go until the Greyhound bus was about to start.

Ronnie and his mother had already boarded the bus, and Bobby stepped back step by step to the front of the bus, staring blankly at these familiar faces, the past time seemed like a deep dream, there were times of fear and laughter, and now this The dream was finally about to wake up. He was like a farmer who had a good harvest in the dream. After sweating and hard work, he realized that everything was just an illusion.

For a long time, Bobby thought that what he wanted most was to go back to his past life. Now he realized that he was no longer the ordinary Boston boy Derek Jr., but a real Iceman Bobby.Unfortunately, this realization came too late.

Goodbye, friends - Bobby said silently, trying to keep his eyes wide open, trying not to let them flow down.

"Goodbye Mr. Eric, thank you for taking care of Bobby during this time." Bobby's father was politely thanking him. He and his wife originally planned to visit Bobby and stay here for a few days before going back. It's time to go home.Now that things have come to this point, there is nothing to complain about. After all, Bobby is their own child. They must face the reality and re-establish the relationship between parents and children.Thinking so, he invited the teachers and students of the college to come to Boston for vacation when they are free.

Everyone extended their last blessings to them.

Just when the father and son were about to turn around and board the car, Eric slapped his head and spoke as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Don't hang around the house, Baby," he said gravely. "We are still waiting for your return. There are many things that need your strength."

what?

Bobby had just turned around when he heard Eric's words.Iceman's brain seemed to be frozen. He was immersed in a play called "Farewell" and felt infinitely sentimental. When he just arrived at the place of embarrassment, he was told by the director that he had taken the wrong script. Because he was too involved in the early stage, now he temporarily Some can't turn around.

"Come back?" Babin asked nonchalantly, every word the teacher said just now passed through his ears, but he didn't understand the meaning.

"You don't want to?" Eric opened his mouth in surprise, but before the Iceman could react, his classmates understood.They rushed up and picked up Bobby from the ground.

"I knew the boss wouldn't let you go." They rushed forward happily, John yelled and slapped his best friend on the back, and it took several slaps for Baby to wake up.

"Can I come back?" Bobby struggled desperately, and at the same time asked his mentor aloud, Eric smiled and gave him a clear and unmistakable answer.

Iceman finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little dazed at first, feeling that his mentor had played a trick on him.But after thinking about it, his simple personality prevailed. Recall that Eric never mentioned that he was not allowed to come back from the beginning to the end. Could it be that this was a misunderstanding?

Whether it was a trick or a misunderstanding, now he was so happy that his chest was about to explode, so he simply didn't think too much about it.Just cheering with my friends.Then he boarded the car with his father under the impatient eyes of the driver.

Now the road to Boston is no longer daunting, and the four and a half hour drive is just a small part of Bobby's life journey.This is the home of the Iceman.

"Goodbye, boss." After the bus got out of the station, he still put his head out of the window and shouted. This was the first time that Bobby sincerely addressed his mentor as a friend.

Good luck, boy---Barbie's voice came from afar, and Eric gave a thumbs up.

Not long after, throwing the smiling young man into the office, Eric went straight back to the top floor.

"Is there anything I need to know recently?" He asked his secretary. Mary Jane was working hard. She had to sort out a lot of documents during this time, but fortunately, these tedious tasks were finally coming to an end.

"There was no news of Iron Man for two consecutive days. He neither rushed into the no-fly zone nor fought against evil again. Maybe all superheroes have the same personality. He went to the party after his interest." She was still worried about what happened last time. After she knew that Ororo and Qin would not accompany her to the firefighters charity gala, she deliberately spent a lot of money to rent an expensive evening dress, thinking that it would make her look better at the gala. Quite a few, maybe meeting a few seniors in the entertainment industry who appreciated her and made her Broadway road smoother. Unexpectedly, Eric refused to take her to attend without even looking at her. This made her depressed until Now.

"Well, what else?" Eric shrugged, not intending to touch Mary Jane's heartbreak.

"In addition to this, there has been a lot of news about rising temperatures and global warming recently. Many environmental protection groups have called for greater investment in new energy sources and restrictions on the continued operation of old polluting industries. Their efforts have been much stronger than usual, and even held A parade of [-] people." Clapping the thick pile of newspaper clippings, she knew that this was what her employer wanted, and through the media and Osborn, Eric was weaving a big web. , although I don't know when the opportunity he is waiting for will come, but it will definitely not be long.

Eric was very satisfied with the secretary's achievements, and after promising her a salary increase for her hard work, he walked into the hall with Miss Secretary's eyes, walked to the glass curtain wall and looked into the distance.

It's not Stark's style to be a flamboyant playboy.Mr Tony may have discovered his chief executive's secret, and Obaday is gearing up to deliver the final blow.

Perhaps today, they will have a big collision.

Eric guessed so, and the facts were just as he predicted.

At this moment, Tony Stark was once again facing a crisis in his life.

"Relax, relax." Obaday gently supported his neck, letting Tony's head hang carefully on the back of the sofa. He just attacked him with a small sonic oscillator. After the sharp sonic attack, Tony now The nerves all over his body were numb, the purple-black blood vessels in his head emerged and spread all over his face, and his muscles completely lost control.

"Remember this?" Opadi proudly shook the small weapon in his hand. It had a smooth and cute surface, and it looked only as big as a USB flash drive. "It's a pity that the government didn't approve the production. Many things were blocked halfway and stopped developing, and you are also responsible for it."

As he spoke, he walked around the sofa and came to Tony. He took out the tools while taking off the earplugs.

"Tony, I ordered you to be assassinated. At that time, I was worried that I would kill you, the goose that laid the golden egg, but fate did not let you die, and there was a golden egg left for me." He said, putting the tool on the In Tony's chest, after a brief shock, a glowing top appeared in front of him. This was no longer the first-generation engine that Tony had crudely made in the cave, it was a brand new craft.

"Do you really think that if you have an idea, that idea belongs to you?" Obaday looked at the new engine like a beautiful handicraft, and then turned his eyes to its creator, bent deeply, Pat him on the cheek. "You're so selfish."

The wire connected to the chest was pulled out, and Tony's heart beat wildly immediately.

"Look, it's so beautiful." Obaday admired the wonderful light, while Tony, who sat stiffly without the support of the electricity, became paler and paler. "This is the Ninth Symphony you brought me, what a great work. Behold, this is your legacy, your masterpiece, which will set the world back in the right direction, and you will see that my way is not Conservative like you."

"I'm sorry to drag Pepper into this, I'd rather she live. Goodbye, Tony."

Putting the engine away, Obaday stood up and left.

In the empty mansion, only the dead Tony is left, and there is an old-fashioned engine in his workshop, but can he hold on to get there?

Outside the top floor of the equally empty Manhattan office, Mary Jane tidied up her desk by herself. After a long sorting process, her task was finally completed.Recently, she doesn't have much free time and seldom practices dancing, and Harry is also busy and has no calls, but apart from being depressed because she didn't attend the party, she is quite satisfied with other things.Eric's salary is very high, and she is not usually very busy. If she is known by her former friends, it will be enough to make them break their heads and fight for positions, and besides money, she also has a lot of gains. Although this employer has some Incomprehensible, but never annoying, and wise enough.He has far-sighted eyes and can always find out the clues behind the scenes from the fog, and follow those clues all the way, and often he can gain insight into the mystery behind it.This kind of gain is more valued by Miss Secretary than money.

Maybe in a few years, she can also become a powerful business woman and own her own property in this place where every inch of land is precious. Although she knows that this is a delusion, Mary Jane can't help but occasionally germinate this idea.

But now is not the time for self-indulgence, the most important thing is to send the results out in time.

Mary Jane picked up the materials she had sorted out, and opened the door of the hall. It was dark inside, and Eric could be seen standing by the glass wall quietly admiring the night sky through the faint starlight.

"Why don't you turn on the light, I almost fell down." Mary Jane complained, put the information on Eric's desk, and walked to him curiously to see what her employer was looking at.

"This is the night. Only by keeping quiet can you see the brightest star in the sky." Eric looked out of the window with his deep eyes, and a bright fire was passing aggressively from above.

"There are really meteors." Mary Jane exclaimed, she didn't see that it was the tail flames ejected from the feet of the humanoid armor, but Eric saw it but didn't say anything.

Through the heavy barriers of the concrete jungle on the other side of the river, Eric could vaguely see the raging flames burning in the distance. (to be continued~^~)