Players In Marvel

Moriya Shrine.

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

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

Dr. A Li looked eagerly at the new life artificially cultivated in the nutrition tank.

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

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

"Osborne Group is committed to the development and research in the field of biology and pharmaceuticals."

"With the simple information that can be found on the Internet, there are countless projects invested by President Norman Osborn."

"even……"

"He will favor some delusional possibility plans that don't even have a basic experimental tone."

Xiao Ai was holding a laptop that was too big for her, looking up information about the Osborne Group.

When the Holy Lord came before, she and Dr. A Li avoided it directly.

Something like a demonic monarch should not be seen by ordinary people like them.

In fact.

Xiao Ai and Dr. Ali didn't have the slightest intention to see Lao Long either.

However, not being interested in demons doesn't mean not being interested in the Osborne Group, which started with biotechnology.

science.

Although biological science is not what Dr. Li is best at, there is finally something they can speak about.

Of course.

"How about creating dinosaurs, extracting ancient biological genes, and arbitrarily fusing superior abilities... This kind of technology is really too exaggerated."

Some cold sweat broke out on Dr. Ali's forehead.

Players from all over the world are incredible guys, it seems that he and Xiao Ai are weak.

When Dr. Ali was thinking wildly, Xiao Ai closed the computer, walked up to John Hammond and said.

"APTX4869!"

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

"If possible, I should like to speak to Mr. Norman Osborn himself."

weak? !

No, if it's about pharmacy, Xiao Ai doesn't want to lose to anyone.

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

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

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

after all……

"Kudou is still hanging in the sky."

"Although Lord Shenming is very kind to us, we still need to save money."

...

Kansas, Beloit.

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

Boo!

There are wrinkles in the space, and the special operations team of Pioneer Technology looms in the time-space film...

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 mission report..."

"The space-time surveying point has deviated, and there is an unpredictable situation, which is being adjusted..."

"Re-retrieve the target person!"

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

"The experiment continues..."

...

This is an older, older motel.

It is not far from the highway at the intersection, providing accommodation for truck drivers coming and going, so the hotel charges are relatively low.

certainly.

Correspondingly, the sanitation environment may not be that good, and it only needs to be cleaned two or three times a week.

Probably, no one would care about these anyway.

For those tired and hurried drivers, even if it is just an iron frame bed and a small toilet and shower, it can be regarded as a paradise.

If you can have a bottle of beer again, it will be really comfortable.

This moment.

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

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

Even though there was sunshine, the room was extremely dark, with only a little light on.

at the same time.

Under the dim light, the computer with a big head glowing with blue light is extremely dazzling.

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

On the table, there is a second-hand TV set from the old market.

While the snowflakes were flying across the sky, making a crackling sound, the boring daily news was playing on the dropped frame.

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

"but……"

"This is the last two packs, and you won't be able to taste it after drinking it."

Wearing a tight black top, which perfectly outlined the eight-pack abs, Max Eisenhardt poured the steaming coffee that had just been brewed into a blue mug.

He stood in front of the window with coffee in his hand, watching the cars coming and going on the highway not far away, secretly lost in thought.

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

Used to be with the stars.

Once ruled the jungle kingdom, once led a whole nation...

Now it can only be reduced to here.

Narrow rooms, bathrooms that are always steamy, noisy corridors, walls without sound insulation...

Messy, cheap.

There is a bad smell here.

Fall!

Like mud, alive or half dead.

"Perhaps those self-loathing people will think that this scene in front of them deserves it!"

"Conceited people will also compare this huge gap to the devil falling from heaven in the bishop's mouth, but I..."

Taking a shallow sip of the coffee, feeling the strong bitterness in his mouth, a trace of determination flashed in Max Eisenhart's eyes.

"I don't think so!!"

"I have been given many titles, Max Eisenhart, Eric Lanshel, Magnus, or..."

Max Eisenhart's eyes gradually deepened, and his gaze shifted from the window to the bed, the pile of scattered newspapers.

"Magneto!!!"

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

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

Max Eisenhardt clenched his fists suddenly, he subconsciously took a deep breath, trying to calm down the anger in his heart, however~

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

Some beasts hidden in my heart will still be released after all.

...

A.I.M subversive weapons research and development department.

"Hahaha!"

"Finally let me wait until this moment!"

"The launch of the shuttle project will only prove the ignorance and ignorance of you people, and the world will not remain the same."

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

"The world will remember Folsom's name, and everyone will shout endlessly for this historic moment!!!"

The crazy Dr. Folsom is now waiting for his confidant and the No. 1 Experimental Combat Team to successfully return with the mission objective.

A pair of blue eyes were full of ambition, looking at the space shuttle with a big avant-garde technology logo painted on it, in this empty laboratory, finally let out a hearty laugh.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The anomaly report sent back by the team that was on the mission ahead finally returned to the laboratory.

"Beep beep!"

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

"what happened?"

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

"An abnormality in the space-time node?"

"How can this be?"

boom!

Dr. Folsom gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

It hit the table beside it with a bang, with such force that it even forged a special alloy into a small hole made by the experimental bench.

If Dr. Gemma was still here, his eyes would definitely widen in horror.

Because he discovered a secret!

A secret that no one knows except Dr. Folsom.

He even used his own body to do experiments. This guy has definitely transformed his body.

Maybe it's some kind of technology, maybe it's some kind of medicine, in short, he is an out-and-out lunatic.

"no."

"The data can't be transmitted at all, I'm afraid things will be a little tricky now..."

Dr. Folsom frowned.

Just as he was about to start the second plan, suddenly, the screen on the computer screen changed, and the blue word representing safety reappeared, and the siren that had been ringing in his ears was also quieted down.

"This is!"

Dr. Folsom was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood that the second self-inspection of the experimental team ahead was obviously passed.

The rescue target, which is the Magneto King he was looking forward to, still exists, so 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, an iron nail accidentally left in the table by a previous resident, or other things, all were floating in the air.

Max Eisenhardt is using all his rationality to forcefully suppress the anger in his heart.

That's right.

The picture that flashed on the TV just now.

It just so happened that about three days ago, a doctor was brutally killed in full view of the public, and this news completely aroused Max Eisenhart's memories and anger.

Eli Hatcher, Ph.D.

One particularly likes to leave the laboratory on time at 3:00 every afternoon and take a bus to an open-air coffee shop 3 kilometers away from the laboratory.

Just look at his appearance.

Like a good old man in a white study uniform, honest and honest, with a smile on his face forever.

The most important thing is that he is very good at talking. Without exception, everyone who has talked with him feels as warm as a spring breeze. Even if you go to his neighbors and ask around, everyone will always praise him when they mention him.

However!

It turns out.

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

Code Name: Derek Angle, aka: John Hendricks.

Contributed enormously to anti-mutant organizations like The Purifiers, Human Rights and Friends of Humanity.

For this Dr.

Three days ago, Max Eisenhardt went to look for it in person, and had a cordial and friendly conversation face to face in Eli Hatcher's favorite open-air coffee house.

...

then.

"Can I sit here?"

Wearing a black windbreaker, with a shaved head, his handsome appearance made other guests in the coffee shop look sideways from time to time.

As Max Eisenhardt said that, he pulled away the chair directly opposite, sat down on it, and at the same time came with the menu, and the lady dressed in a maid outfit skillfully ordered a cup of black coffee.

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

Looking at the familiar guy in front of him, Eli Hatcher blinked his eyes in a daze.

All right.

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

but!

He racked his brains to recall for a long time just now, since he was a child, he has never dealt with bald heads.

so.

Who is this familiar guy in a black trench coat?

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

Max Eisenhart shrugged bluntly.

Staring straight at the honest man in front of him, he tapped the table with his curled fingers, evoking a playful smile.

"Although it's amazing that we haven't met, Dr. Eli Hatcher, our common field of activity should have allowed us to meet each other long ago."

Even though Max Eisenhart didn't point it out, maybe this passage was confusing to other people's ears, but it still made Eli Hatcher's face suddenly change for something that both parties knew.

Mutant!

He stood up suddenly, and the chair slid on the concrete pavement and made a harsh creaking sound.

"what you up to?!"

"No, you damn guy, what is your purpose!!"

Almost instantly, the eyes of all the people in the coffee shop were all looking here.

after all.

Everyone has curiosity and gossip.

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

"Do you think you'll never have to pay for your crimes against evolution and atone for your support of genetic ethnic cleansing?!"

Max Eisenhart also stood up slowly, and he said this sentence in a cold tone.

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

The bone-piercing voice approached Eli Hatcher little by little like the scythe of death.

"That's just because no one asked you to."

"All farce, up to now!"

With the voice down.

All the metal instruments in the sky flew up and crashed on Dr. Eli Hatcher's body.

Amidst the crowd's screams and running around, Max Eisenhardt strolled away.

Death, sometimes comes so simply.