Chapter 35 Anton Vanke

After sending the Hydra researcher away, Eric turned around to look at the little mutants in the cage.

It must be said that Hydra is really a group of lunatics without emotions! Most of these children are only fourteen or fifteen years old, and they are so cruel that they want to sacrifice all of them!

When the children saw Eric turning around to look at them, they were all terrified and kept retreating. They saw Eric killing the Hydra just now. In their opinion, this man is a demon more terrible than those demons!

Eric quickly found Little Sammy in the crowd. His green scales made him the most conspicuous no matter how he hid.

"What should I do with these little guys? It's a headache!" Little Sammy can go with Red Tank, but what about the rest? We can't just leave them alone, right?

Sending them back to their place of origin is not a good idea either. Most of these mutant children have side effects of mutation. Although they will not become fish-man freaks like Little Sammy, their mutant identities can be easily seen from their appearance.

Most of them were abandoned by their parents or ran away because of their mutant identity. Sending them back is like getting out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's mouth again.

After thinking about it, Eric could only think of one place, Xavier School for the Gifted, where Professor X is, and it is the most friendly place for mutants in the world.

"You, come here!" Eric pointed at little Sammy and ordered coldly. He is now playing the role of Red Skull's guard, and he can't be exposed by these little guys.

Little Sammy was terrified and kept shaking his head and backing away, pushing away the people behind him, and retreated to the corner and curled up.

Eric shook his head. After all, he was still a child, so he should stop scaring them.

"You don't have to be afraid. Without my order, they dare not do anything to you! You stay here for a few days first. After a few days, I will send you to another place. Don't worry, there will be no danger! Now, Sammy Pare, come here and meet someone with me!"

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The structure of this base is very complicated, like a maze, and there are traps everywhere. It is difficult to travel safely if you are not an insider.

Unfortunately, these things were no different from a piece of paper in front of Red Tank. He rushed all the way, hitting the wall and killing people. In more than ten minutes, he demolished most of the base.

After more than ten minutes of tossing, Red Tank's excitement finally eased. At this time, he remembered what his boss Eric said. He looked back with a bitter face at the base that was almost turned into ruins by him. He almost cried. Now, the salary he just got was gone!

When Eric came with Little Sammy, Red Tank was carefully putting together the wall...

He picked up large pieces of concrete wall, pointed at the holes in the wall, gestured for a long time, and then put them on with a tangled face, stretched out his hands as big as a palm fan to tidy up the edges and corners, trying to make the wall look like a whole.

Unfortunately, with his IQ, he couldn't even play a jigsaw puzzle, let alone such a complicated "jigsaw game".

When Eric arrived, he had already put together three walls, all of which were full of holes and pits, as if they were chewed by a dog.

"Sammy!" Red Tank was so surprised when he saw little Sammy that he dropped the wall in his hand and ran over. He picked up little Sammy and turned around twice, and his joy was beyond words.

"Marco! Why are you here? Were you also captured by them? Run quickly, it's too dangerous here!" Little Sammy's words surprised Eric. This little guy really regarded Red Tank as a friend!

"Why run? Red Tank is not afraid of danger! Red Tank is here to save Sammy!" Red Tank smiled honestly, so innocently.

"It's over, Settlorak will lose a lot of money now. Hehe, with Sammy here, Red Tank can hardly move towards evil again. A kind Red Tank, Settlorak is afraid to be angry to death, haha!" Eric laughed secretly at the scene in front of him.

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After settling the remaining Hydra researchers, Eric took Red Tank and Sammy back to the Siberian ice field again. Although he accidentally received a subordinate and a bunch of scientific researchers, he couldn't forget the real owner!

Ivan Vanko was not hard to find. He used the old routine, crushing the gangs all the way, using local bosses to find people. If he couldn't find him in one city, he would switch to another. Eric found him in the third city.

Ivan Vanko was about the same age as Tony Stark, both of them were young men in their twenties. Due to his father's wrong teaching method, Ivan gave up his studies very early and spent all day hanging out with a group of gangsters.

When Eric found him, he was in a tattoo shop, getting his pet parrot tattooed on his lower back.

"Ivan Vanko, I admire your talent. How about working for me?" Eric got straight to the point and threw a box of US dollars over.

Ivan Vanko turned his head and took a look, sneered, and continued to enjoy the pain brought by the tattoo. He didn't take anesthesia.

Eric raised his eyebrows. He was really brave. He even dared to ignore me! Since you are so brave, then of course I will... wait for you for a while.

Well, I can't wait here yet. I have to go to his house to wait.

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With the help of the local tyrant, Eric easily found Ivan Vanko's home, a shabby house in the slums.

Anton Vanko sat on the bed, eating black bread, coughing from time to time.

Howard Stark expelled Anton for espionage, which made Anton notorious in the academic world. No company was willing to hire him. He had been living off his old capital for decades and had already spent all his money. His son was not a good student. He had a genius brain but only knew how to raise birds, tattoo, and fight.

A lot of unpleasant things made Anton's health worse and worse, and the poor medical conditions here made his condition worse and worse.

"Mr. Anton Vanke, I am Viscount Eric Lansheer from New York. I have admired you for a long time. I came here specially to talk to you today." After Eric entered the room, he sat opposite Anton very familiarly, completely ignoring his vigilant eyes.

"%#@￥..."

"Mr. Anton, I'm sorry I don't understand Russian. I know you can speak English. How about we talk in English?"

Anton looked at him deeply and said, "What is your purpose in coming to see me? Did Stark ask you to come? Or Alexander?"

"Neither!" Eric smiled and took out a photo from his arms, "I came for you, for your son!"

Anton took the photo, his eyes suddenly widened, his hands trembled violently, and he coughed violently in excitement. The photo in his hand fell to the ground.

In that photo, the Winter Soldier's confused expression occupied half of the photo paper, and on the remaining half, Howard Stark could be clearly seen lying in a pool of blood.

I'm sleepy, I really want to stop updating...Ah! How is it possible! There is no such thing as stopping! ! ! ! !

Ah! ! Two more cups of coffee!

Seeking collection, recommendation, and comment in the middle of the night...