Chapter 10: If you encounter a braised egg on the road, you are doomed

More than two months later, Valentine's Day was approaching, but New York was not giving the couples face, and there was heavy snowfall.

Eric was sitting in a fast food restaurant, admiring his new look in the reflection of the window. Even after watching it for two months, he was still a little uncomfortable with it.

Two months ago, he was injected with the super soldier potion, and his body functions returned to their peak, and his appearance also regained his youth with the help of Hanyu Bed.

However, the young appearance is not the face of the young version of Magneto that he expected, but based on the young version of Magneto, mixed with an oriental charm, which looks like a mixture of Chinese and Jewish.

To this end, he went to the New York Temple again and paid a special visit to the Ancient One. The Ancient One conducted a detailed examination of his body and soul and concluded that the 21 grams of weight had successfully lifted 140 pounds...

It was a very unscientific statement. Eric expressed doubts, but without a correct explanation, he could only choose to accept it.

"Wouldn't this be better?" Gu Yi closed his fan with a smile and pointed to the northwest, "There is Magneto over there. If you look like him when he was young, how do you explain it? Recognize him as your father. ?"

Eric was speechless. Thinking about it, some important characters in the Marvel parallel universe have peers, and most of the peers have some similarities in appearance. If the younger version of Magneto really met the older version of Magneto, no one would believe them even if they said they were not related.

"That's good, it saves a lot of trouble." Eric touched the stubble on his chin and moved his eyes to the newspaper on the table.

In two months, the electromagnetic pulse crisis caused by Eric that day has gradually subsided. None of the major forces have investigated the cause. They can only file the incident and it has become an unsolved case.

Now, newspapers are rushing to report another interesting piece of news.

A nobleman from Europe, Viscount Charles Lansheer, successfully found his long-lost son. In other words, his long-lost son successfully found him. The reward of up to 10 million US dollars was also regretted by many bounty hunters. Withdrew from the sound.

What's even more exciting is that after the two remaining men of the Ranchel family completed a paternity test accompanied by a lawyer, and it was confirmed that Eric was Charles' biological son, the old Viscount was so excited that he had not even had a meal with his son. After the reunion dinner, he was admitted to the hospital and died that night after resuscitation failed.

Eric Lansheer naturally inherited his old father's title and huge fortune.

This incident was quickly reported by major media and became a topic of conversation among people after dinner. Countless people were envious and jealous of Eric's luck.

"Hey, it's just a little trick. Once it's published in the newspaper, it becomes big news. The spiritual civilization of the New York people still needs to be improved!" Eric sneered and put the newspaper aside, lowered his head and took a sip of Coke, letting out a beautiful sigh. Voice.

Unfortunately, his good mood was destined not to last long. A sturdy black man walked into the fast food restaurant, patted the snowflakes on his body, ordered food, looked around with the plate in his hand, then locked onto Eric and walked straight towards him.

"Sir, do you mind if I sit here?" The big black man was very familiar. He was still asking questions, but his butt was already glued to the stool.

"I mind it very much!" Eric looked at the dark face and pouted. I’m so unaccustomed to it!

Who is this big black guy? The famous braised eggs, Nick Fury! At this time, Nick Fury still had a head of hair, which made Eric, who was used to seeing bald heads and braised eggs, not used to it.

"What? What does this gentleman think of black people? Be careful and I will accuse you of racism!" The long-haired braised egg didn't care whether he really minded or not, he opened his big mouth and bit off half of the burger in one bite.

"FBI? Or CIA?" Eric moved his plate to the side, fearing that the long-haired braised egg's saliva would fall onto his plate.

"It's the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau! I'm the director of the New York branch, Nick Fury." The long-haired braised egg shrugged, not surprised by Eric's question.

"What a stupid name, it's so long!" Eric pouted again, "I've already paid the inheritance tax, what else do you want from me?"

"We are very curious about your origin." Changmao Braised Egg took another bite, swallowed the remaining half of the hamburger in his mouth, chewed a few times and swallowed, "Driver's license, social security number, credit card, entry and exit records, We've checked everything we can and can't find any trace of you. It seems you didn't exist before you accepted the title! Moreover, we suspect that you were related to the bombing two months ago."

"There are many things that don't exist in this world, such as Area 51 and so on."

"So you are an alien?" The long-haired braised egg looked at Eric in surprise.

"No, it's the special department!" Eric smiled mysteriously and shook his head, "It's better that you don't know."

"Oh? What kind of special departments? I believe I have permission to know most of the special departments in the United States. Even if I don't have permission, I can apply to my superiors."

"Permissions? That thing is of no use to us, we don't exist." Eric smiled very slyly and cheaply.

"Mr. Eric..." The long-haired braised egg was about to say something else, but a shout suddenly came from not far away.

"Bang! Bang!" Gunshots sounded like raindrops.

"Ah! Help!" The cry for help could be heard endlessly.

Then the whole neighborhood was in chaos.

Nick Fury jumped up instantly, quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist, and ran towards the commotion.

"Sure enough, if I run into a boiled egg on the road, I'm doomed. My wonderful vacation is ruined." Eric squinted his eyes and sensed for a moment, and suddenly felt interesting. This is the downtown area of ​​New York, and someone is holding a gun in broad daylight and hijacking a little girl.

This little girl is probably not an ordinary person!

Nick Fury ran all the way and soon came close. He hid behind a car and observed carefully, while calling for support.

There were at least ten robbers, all wearing hoods, well-armed, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, and obviously received a lot of professional training.

At this time, several robbers hid the little girl in an office building, and the remaining robbers shot at the police from the windows of the office building.

"What? The hostage is Miss Pierce?" Nick Fury quickly received a call from his superiors. After knowing who the hostage was, all kinds of dirty words came out of his mouth.

"Miss Pierce? Who is that?" Eric asked softly behind him, which scared Nick Fury and almost shot him.

"Shit! When did you get behind me? I almost shot you!" Nick Fury was still in shock.

"I've been following you, but you didn't notice." Eric shrank his neck, looking innocent and cute...

"I..." Nick Fury cursed again.

"Okay, calm down, you haven't told me who Miss Pierce is?" Eric patted Nick Fury's shoulder considerately.

Nick Fury slapped his hand away, glared at him fiercely, took a breath, and said, "She's the daughter of our director of the General Administration."

"Oh, so, let's go save her!" After that, Eric stood up and ran towards the office building.

"I..." Nick Fury wanted to curse again, but seeing that Eric was about to enter the office building, he could only grit his teeth and follow him.

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