Character evolution history

Eric hated Charles' ridiculous theory of seclusion for the peace of humans and mutants, but he admired Charles in his bones.

He still remembers the scene where he was dazzled by anger and hatred and jumped into the sea, chasing his enemy, but was hugged by Charles.He could feel the warm body against his cold back, his beating heart calmed down, and then intertwined with Charles's heartbeat.

He heard a voice in his head that didn't belong to him, and it calmed his nerves that were about to collapse.He slowly relaxed, and then he felt the heavy breathing in his ear, and Charles hugged his neck tightly as if to keep him.

He put the "Eternal King" aside, and once again glanced at the plastic prison in the air that Charles and humans built for himself.Without the high-spiritedness of Magneto, he is now like a retired bad old man who always likes to recall the past, and there is always Charles in this past.

It was Charles who allowed himself to break through the limitation that only anger and hatred could drive metal to manipulate the magnetic field. To a certain extent, it was Charles who created Magneto.So how could Magneto forget this very important mentor in his life.

Eric comforted himself so much, and he couldn't help but see the appearance of that handsome university professor in his mind, wearing a decent suit, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and a gentle smile that made people feel comfortable.

"You're not alone, Eric."

At that time, I was tricked into joining the X-Men by Charles' words!The corners of his mouth curled up, and he even smiled lightly in a good mood.

With this smile, he recalled their interesting experience of finding the whereabouts of the rest of the mutants together.

"Good afternoon, Eric." Mr. Rorio, the guard of the plastic prison, came in with a riot stick and interrupted his recollection.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Loriot." Eric felt ridiculous at the self-satisfied performance of this weak human being. Did he really think he would be locked up here until he died? He straightened his back and retracted his contemptuous sweep towards Loriot's gaze, "How long will it last, Mr. Loriot?"

With a mocking smile on the corner of Loriot's mouth, he violently slammed Eric's straight back with a riot stick and made a muffled sound.

The pain made Eric frowned, and he fell down on the small desk in front of him with the rough force of Roliot. His cheekbones, which were pressed tightly against the table, also ached. He heard another person's footsteps Tapping approached, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The high-end leather shoes rubbed against the ground with a distinct rhythm. It was obvious that the visitor was not a waste full of politics.

"Mr. Lancer, long time no see." William Stryker paced around the twenty-square-meter prison.

"Mr. Stryker, you spent the taxpayer's money to see if you are comfortable enough to serve me?" Erik was put into this humiliating posture, as if he was talking with Stryker Chatting and reminiscing about the old days.

Stryker took out the syringe in his hand and walked slowly behind Eric. "Do you still remember Jason, his brain secretion can control other people's thoughts." He bent down to Eric's ear, his voice was low, "His brain secretion is more powerful than your old friend's." Charles is even better."

"Then thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Stryker." Eric tensed his body vigilantly, feeling a cold liquid dripping down the back of his neck and slowly seeping into his body.His tense body was forced to relax, his consciousness was still clear but his body was not under his control.

"Mr. Lancer, let me ask you some questions." Stryker signaled Lorio to leave, leaned on the table where Eric was lying on his stomach, smiled and looked at Eric who raised his head, "For example, your old The friend's hiding place and the so-called brainwave booster."

Eric looked at Stryker angrily, but his body was uncontrollably humiliated and bowed his head. He clenched his teeth, but his mouth still couldn't help opening his mouth, but then he immediately bit his tongue to stop it. own behavior.

How could he betray his friend.

Stryker snorted, crossed his arms mockingly and stared at Eric's sweaty face, "Don't resist, Eric, it's futile."

Yes, such resistance is futile.Eric roared in pain, and slowly said the address of School X, as well as the place where the brain wave strengthening machine was placed.He even mentioned the internal defenses of X School and the mutant students who have combat abilities.

It wasn't until Stryker left that he slammed his fist on the table, the chess board fell to the ground, and the chess pieces were scattered all over the floor.He bent down and picked up the king and pinched it in the palm of his hand for a long time before slowly releasing it and returning it to the table.

He is the leader of the Brotherhood, who is an enemy of human beings but will never hurt those mutant brothers too much.And this time, Charles will definitely be disappointed with him.

No, Charles has long been disappointed in him!He sat back in his chair and waited for his old friend to arrive.Just now Stryker said that the president was assassinated by mutants, and he was ordered to catch those dangerous mutants in X school.

It is conceivable that Charles will come to ask him if he knows about it.After Stryker came, he guessed that all this was just a conspiracy planned by Stryker who hated mutants.

But because he was injected with Jensen's brain secretions, he definitely had no chance to tell Charles what he had discovered at this time.

Stryker wants to kill mutants around the world through Charles' hands, and he also wants Charles to give up the ridiculous idea of ​​​​protecting humans.If he hadn't been controlled, he might have to thank Stryker.

"Charles, are you here to save me?" Eric heard the sound of Charles' wheelchair rolling over the road approaching until it stopped before turning his head to look at the man with a serious face.

"Not today." Charles paused, "How much do you know about the president being attacked?"

"Not more than you." Eric cast his eyes on the ground, afraid that his vulnerability would be seen by Charles, "You don't have to ask me at all."

"What's the matter with you?" Charles found that Magneto, who had always been proud, was too low-key. He couldn't help but want to invade Eric's mind to find out, but finally held back, because Eric looked straight at him with a smile, his eyes Contains water light.

"William Stryker once came to visit me." Eric's smile gradually faded, and he looked at Charles with a little deep meaning, "Do you remember him?"

Charles couldn't help getting closer to Eric, he had already penetrated into Eric's thoughts urgently, his eyes widened in disbelief, "You... what did you say?"

"I'm sorry, Charles." Eric didn't get angry because Charles peeked at his thoughts this time, but stayed away from Charles, "I couldn't help it, I said everything."

Charles looked at Eric with pity and hurt in his eyes.He heard the slight sound of gas injection, and eagerly wanted to escape but found it was futile, and he quickly fell into a coma.

Eric leaned on the plastic wall, dizzy, and declared in a low voice, "The drums of war have sounded."

He must get out from here, at any cost.He slid to the ground, staring intently at Charles, who was lying on the ground, until he lost his will.

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