Players In Marvel

Moriya Shrine.

The focus of his eyes was on the gifts from the Osborn Group, and what they sent was a new life.

"This, is this the power of technology?! Biotechnology?!"

Dr. A Li stared at the new life artificially cultivated in the nutrient tank.

This is no different from normal creatures, they are like twins in amniotic fluid.

And now it is presented to the Lord God by this Mr. John Hammond in front of him!

"The Osborne Group is dedicated to development and research in the fields of biology and pharmaceuticals."

"As far as the simple information can be found on the Internet, there are not many projects invested by this President Norman Osborn."

"even…"

"Some of the possible plans that don't even have a basic experimental tone, but are just delusional, will be favored by him."

Xiao Ai was holding a laptop that was too large for her, and inquired about the information about the Osborn Group.

When the Holy Master came before, she and Dr. Li avoided directly.

Something like a demon monarch is not something that ordinary people like them should see.

In fact.

Xiao Ai and Dr. A Li didn't even want to see Lao Long at all.

However, just because he is not interested in demons does not mean he is not interested in the Osborn Group, which started out with biotechnology.

science.

Biological sciences, although not what Dr. Agasa is best at, but they finally have something to say.

Of course.

"Anyway, how to make dinosaurs, extract ancient biological genes, and fuse superior abilities at will... This kind of technology is too exaggerated."

There was some cold sweat on Dr. Li's forehead.

Players from various worlds are incredible guys, it seems that he and Xiaomei are weak.

When Dr. Li was thinking wildly, Xiao Ai closed the computer and walked over to John Hammond.

"APTX4869!"

"A special drug developed by me, and I also have a potion called Hyde formula in my hand!"

"If possible, I would like to be able to speak to Mr Norman Osborne in person."

weak? !

No, in terms of pharmacy, Xiao Ai doesn't want to lose to anyone.

Since the Osborn Group is extremely interested in this aspect, she now has two resources available to her for cooperation.

Old Norman, as one of the world's top big capitalists, could negotiate with him.

Xiao Ai believes that just like the John Hammond in front of her, she and Dr. Li can also gain a lot.

after all…

"Kudou is still hanging in the sky."

"Although the gods are very kind to us, we have to save money ourselves."

…

Beloit, Kansas.

There are some differences, the time seems to be earlier, and the world is also a little different from the original.

Boo!

There are folds in space, and the special operations team of Pioneer Technology is looming in the space-time membrane...

Members in yellow uniforms operate the machines.

Their experimental mission is in progress, but compared to wanting to travel through the past... their actions seem to be deviated.

"Experimental task report..."

"The time-space mapping point has deviated, and an unpredictable situation has occurred. It is being adjusted..."

"Research the target person!"

"The current space information is being read, and it is confirmed that the rescue target [Magneto] still exists!"

"The experiment continues..."

…

This is an old, old motel.

Not far from the highway at the intersection, it provides a place to stay for truck drivers who come and go, so the hotel charges are relatively low.

certainly.

Correspondingly, the sanitary environment may not be so good, and it is only cleaned two or three times a week.

Probably, no one cares about that anyway.

For those tired and hurrying drivers, even a steel-framed bed and cramped toilets and showers are heavenly.

If I could have another bottle of beer, it would be really comfortable.

At this moment.

The second floor of the hotel, the room facing the sun.

The thick black curtains on both sides of the narrow window blocked the harsh sunlight outside the window.

It was sunny, but the room was extremely dark, only a little light was lit.

at the same time.

Under the dim light, the big-headed computer glowing with blue light is extremely dazzling.

On the iron frame bed, all kinds of newspapers were scattered all over the bed, and everything looked so messy.

On the table, second-hand TV sets from the old market.

While the snowflakes were flying horizontally, making a rattling sound, a boring daily news was playing on the frame-dropped screen.

"Coffee, no sugar cubes, bitterness is my favorite flavor."

"but…"

"These are the last two packs, and I won't be able to taste them after drinking them."

Wearing a black tight-fitting top that perfectly outlines the eight-pack abs, Max Eisenhardt poured the freshly brewed, steaming coffee into a blue mug.

He stood in front of the window, coffee in his hand, watching the cars coming and going on the highway not far away in a trance.

His thoughts gradually drifted into the distance, and there was even some kind of hallucination in his eyes.

Once with the stars.

Once ruled the jungle kingdom, once led the entire nation...

Now it can only be reduced to here.

A narrow room, a bathroom that is always steaming, noisy corridors, walls without sound insulation...

Messy and cheap.

There is a bad smell here.

Fall!

Like mud, alive or half dead.

"Perhaps those who are self-loathing will see this scene as well deserved!"

"A conceited person would also liken this huge gap to what the bishop calls the devil falling from heaven, but I..."

Taking a shallow sip of the coffee, feeling the thick bitterness in his mouth, Max Eisenhardt's eyes flashed with determination.

"I don't think so!"

"I've been called a lot, Max Eisenhardt, Eric Lanschel, Magnus, or..."

Max Eisenhardt's eyes gradually deepened, and his eyes shifted from the window to the bed, where the scattered newspapers were piled up.

"Magnetic King!!"

"Each name represents the sins of the past for which I will one day be held responsible, but not today."

"Only my actions, everything I do in the name of all mutants, are more meaningful to those humans!"

Max Eisenhardt's fist clenched suddenly, he took a deep breath subconsciously, and tried to calm down the anger in his heart, however~

The iron nails floating behind him and the constantly shaking iron products in the room revealed his true thoughts in the depths of his heart at the moment!

Some beasts hidden in the heart still have to be released.

…

A.I.M Disruptive Weapons Research and Development Division.

"Hahaha!"

"Finally let me wait until this moment!"

"The launch of the shuttle program will only prove the ignorance and ignorance of you people, and the world will not be static."

"In every special era, there will be such a character to promote the development of the world, just, this time, it's my turn!"

"The world will remember Felson's name, and everyone will cry out for this historic moment!!"

The crazy Dr. Felson is now waiting for his confidant assistant and the No. 1 experimental combat team to successfully return with the mission goal.

A pair of blue eyes full of ambition, looking at the space shuttle with the big Pioneer Technology logo painted on it, in this empty laboratory, he finally let out a cheerful laugh.

Just then, a mutation arose.

The abnormal report returned by the team that was on the mission ahead finally returned to the laboratory.

"Beep beep!"

The siren suddenly and continuously flashed red light, accompanied by a harsh alarm sound, and the electronic screen in front of him, which was originally blue, was suddenly replaced by a scary red.

"what happened?"

Dr. Felson's face was ugly, and he trotted all the way to the computer, typing his hands on the keyboard quickly, and under the thick glasses, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"There is something strange about the time and space nodes?"

"how can that be?"

boom!

Dr. Felson clenched his fists through gritted teeth.

It slammed on the table next to it with a bang, with such great strength that it even made a special alloy into a small pit that was smashed out of the experimental bench.

If Dr. Germa was still here, he would have widened his eyes in horror.

Because he discovered a secret!

A secret that no one knows except Dr. Felson.

He actually used his own body for experiments, this guy has definitely transformed his body.

Maybe it's some kind of technology, maybe it's some kind of medicine, but in short, he's a total lunatic.

"no."

"There is no way for the data to be transmitted at all. I'm afraid things are a bit tricky now..."

Dr. Felson frowned.

Just when he was about to start the second set of plans, suddenly, the screen on the computer screen turned, and the blue words representing safety reappeared, and the alarm that had been clamoring in his ears was quiet.

"This is!"

Dr. Felson was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was obviously the second self-check of the experimental team ahead.

The rescue target, that is, the Magneto he expected, still exists, then everything will be fine.

"The mission continues."

"I look forward to your arrival, Magneto."

…

Inside the motel.

In the small room, whether it was an iron canopy bed, or an iron nail accidentally left in the table by a previous guest, or other things, all floated in the air.

Max Eisenhardt was using all his sanity to forcibly suppress the anger in his heart.

That's right.

The picture that flashed on the TV just now.

It just so happened that three days ago, a doctor was brutally killed in front of everyone's eyes, and this news completely caused Max Eisenhardt's memory and anger.

Dr. Avery Hatcher.

One particularly likes to leave the laboratory on time at 3:00 pm every day, and take the bus to an outdoor coffee shop 3 kilometers away from the laboratory.

Just look at his appearance.

Just like a good old man in a white research suit, honest and honest, with a smile on his face forever.

The most important thing is that he is very good at talking, and all the people who have talked with him, without exception, feel like a warm spring breeze.

However!

It turns out.

A person who looks too honest and can be praised by everyone will never be as simple as he looks on the surface.

Code Name: Derek Unger, aka: John Hender Ricks.

Great contribution to anti-mutant groups like The Purifiers, Human Rights and Friends of Humanity.

For this Dr.

Three days ago, Max Eisenhardt went to find it in person, and had a cordial and friendly conversation face to face in Elie Hatcher's favorite outdoor coffee house.

…

then.

"Can I sit here?"

Wearing a black trench coat and shaved head, his handsome appearance made the other guests in the coffee shop glance sideways from time to time.

As Max Eisenhardt said that, he pulled out the chair directly opposite, and while sitting on it, he came with the menu, and the lady dressed in a maid's uniform skillfully asked for a cup of black coffee.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

Looking at this familiar guy in front of him, Eli Hatcher blinked a little blankly.

All right.

He admits that his memory may not be particularly good because he spends all day in the lab.

but!

He had racked his brains for a long time just now, but since childhood, he had never dealt with bald heads.

so.

Who is this familiar guy in a black trench coat?

"You don't know me, but we know now."

Max Eisenhardt shrugged bluntly.

Staring straight at the honest man in front of him, he tapped the table with his curved fingers, and brought out a playful smile.

"Although surprisingly we haven't met, Dr. Avery Hatcher, our shared areas of activity are long overdue for us to meet each other."

Even if Max Eisenhardt didn't point it out, this sentence may be confusing to other people's ears, but the things that both parties knew very well made Elie Hatcher's face change suddenly.

Mutant!

He stood up abruptly, the chair screeching as it slid on the concrete.

"What do you want to do?!"

"No, you **** bastard, what's your purpose!"

Almost for an instant, all the eyes of everyone in the coffee shop were directed towards this place.

after all.

Everyone is curious and gossipy.

Especially a quarrel between two men, isn't it?

"Do you think you'll never have to pay for your anti-evolutionary crimes and atonement for your support of genetic ethnic cleansing?!"

Max Eisenhardt also stood up slowly, and he said these words in a cold tone.

The overwhelming height advantage allowed him to look down at the pale man in front of him condescendingly.

The bone-piercing voice was like the scythe of the **** of death, approaching Eli Hatcher little by little.

"That's just because no one asked you. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"All the farce, so far!"

With the voice falling.

All the metal equipment in the sky flew up and slammed into Dr. Eli Hatcher's body.

Max Eisenhardt wandered away amid the screams and running of the crowd.

Death, sometimes it's that simple to come.

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