[Comprehensive British and American] After swapping bodies with the villain

A day has passed, but Eric has no idea what happened.

He searched the room all over, and through some documents and contracts he found, he knew that his name is now Theo Luo Weissman, an applied biological scientist, aged 25, and has a good family fortune.

But for others, no redundant traces can be found.

There are no photos with relatives and friends, only the names of people are saved in the phone address book, and all emails and various communication software are deleted unless they are related to work.

It was as if Dr. Weisman had no friends or family at all.

Eric found another diary in the bedside drawer, which briefly introduced the situation of the community, the passwords of the two bank accounts, and his daily activities in the past three or four days, where to eat, what he needed no need to go to work...

The content of less than half a page has been translated into Chinese, Russian, German, Arabic, etc., which seems to be densely packed.

Seeing this diary, Eric realized that this diary seemed to be prepared for himself.

And this Dr. Weissman, is not the first time encountered such a situation.

This realization eased his mind a little.

At the same time, Eric turned to Siouluo's magic notes.

Magic, let everything have an explanation in Eric's mind.

He put everything he had dug out back into place and passed the initial shock period.

Looking at his smooth hands, young eyes, and the unfinished cup of strawberry milkshake on the sofa, he suddenly felt that this feeling of rejuvenation was not bad.

Eric took out another small book that Siouluo put in the drawer, which was filled with takeaways that could be delivered to his home in New York City, flavors, signature dishes, phone numbers and delivery times.

“Uncle John's Burger. The fries taste crap, the tarts and donuts are delicious, and the burgers are good.”

Eric, who was hungry and didn't eat, picked up his mobile phone graciously and ordered a takeaway.I don't know if it's because of the influence of this body, or because he hasn't eaten junk food for a long time, but Eric still misses the taste of fried food.

Then he sat down carefully on the sofa, turned on the TV, and tuned to the news channel.

Then, unexpectedly, he saw himself.

A young, handsome, surrounded by a group of police and agents, a reporter followed the helicopter and risked his life to take pictures of himself.

Eric froze for a moment.

"Hi everyone, I am Clark Kent, a field reporter from the Planet Daily, and I am reporting from the front line. It has been half a year since Magneto appeared in the public eye last time. Now we can see that he is working with the local police and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. confronted each other. And just 10 minutes ago, according to the official information, it was known that he had just destroyed a laboratory and hijacked more than [-] mutant researchers working there."

The young reporter with curly hair sighed, blinked his blue eyes, and continued: "Of course, we don't know whether this laboratory is legal or not, and we don't know what kind of identities those mutants are in here. Among them is 'work'. Now, let's focus on Magneto again. He is still in a stalemate with the police. I don't know if we will see superheroes or X-Men appear today."

The camera on the TV really switched quickly.

Eric saw a young version of himself, wearing a helmet and dragging a majestic cloak behind him, floating high in the sky, looking disdainful and cold-eyed, and below were a group of cautious and covetous policemen.

For some reason, Eric just thought he was stupid.

Young and cocky, just like he used to be.

He opened the door to take the takeaway, paid again, half leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and straightened his back.While eating an egg tart that fell off as soon as he bit into it, he looked at himself on the TV with complicated eyes.

The hectic lunch had just ended, and while Eric was picking up the trash and vacuuming the carpet, a call rang to his cell phone.

"Hello, Dr. Weisman," the voice on the other end of the phone sounded familiar, "I'm Henry McCoy."

Eric was silent.

The person on the opposite side smiled slightly, and then said: "Maybe you are more familiar with my nickname 'Beast', my friends like to call me Hank."

Eric cleared his throat and asked nonchalantly, "Nice to meet you, what can you do to contact me?"

Hanke said politely: "I am very interested in your research. You are very accomplished in the research of various artificial organs. I also admire the efficiency of transforming research results into practical applications. The papers you published..."

Eric interrupted Hank's tirade and asked bluntly: "So? I receive many calls like this every day, and my time is precious."

Hank scratched his head, feeling that Dr. Weissman is not as gentle and polite as described by the industry, but everyone will be different from the rumors.

"I would like to invite you to cooperate with me on a project."

Eric asked grimly, "What project?"

Hank pushed his glasses: "Artificial spinal cord to help Professor X and countless paralyzed unfortunates walk again."

Eric: "..."

Siouluo suddenly felt his heart beating violently.

This moment came too suddenly, he couldn't help lowering his head, checking his chest, wondering if he was attacked by something.

But no, he was guarded by Kurt, and no plastic or rubber weapon could get close to him.

As for those steel bullets, there is no possibility of them being shot into his chest.

"Regular formation," he came back to his senses, clenched his right hand in the air, "prepare for battle."

Everyone held their breath and became quiet, only the slight sound of electric current in the headset of the communicator could be heard.

In order to avoid mutants and the government, the underground laboratories and production lines established by the Osborn Group put safety and concealment first. The researchers working underground recruited from all over the world through secret means, and after screening, they remained silent. sent here.

Except for the necessary material exchange, the researchers in this dungeon haven't seen sunlight for more than a year.

Mutants with clairvoyance ability share their eyes and vision with everyone through Charles' brainwaves.

Xi Ouluo saw those researchers raised their heads in horror and looked up. The switch of the semi-dormant robot in the base suddenly lit up, and it was activated within three seconds, entering a combat state.

Under the command of the security captain, the researchers in white uniforms put down their work and retreated to the safe room on the lowest floor.

Xi Ouluo thought clearly, because of the coating of the shielding material, now he can't manipulate the metal in the laboratory from the outside, so firing directly is the best way to break the defense.

But once a hot weapon is used to fire, the opponent's casualties will be uncontrollable.

Those researchers who ran away with their heads in their hands could be regarded as his colleagues.

What kind of mood did they have, they went from the ground to the ground, and lived from respected scientific research practitioners to ghosts who are in constant fear?

Did they know that if they defected to the underground resistance organization, they might implicate their family and friends?

Xiouluo doesn't think that everyone who develops the sentinel robot is evil, and even transposed. He may make the same choice and contribute his own strength to resist the tyranny of mutants.

But when he stands in a higher position, grasps more information, and looks to a broader future.

He had to make this choice again to prevent both humans and mutants from losing.

When two young children are fist-pumping, they may go home crying with a bruised nose.But once they pick up a knife or pistol/gun, maybe both lives will be lost.

But Sioro dared not promise that after destroying the only hope for mankind at present - the sentinel robot, he can give mankind a bright future.

Does he have the right to mention other people making these decisions?

At this moment, Xi Ouluo understood Professor X like never before.He has love and understanding for the two groups of mutants and humans. When the two groups confront each other, he can only be caught in the middle, struggling and in a dilemma.

There are thousands of thoughts in my mind, but they also pass by in a flash.

In reality, everyone saw their leader calmly staring straight ahead and saying firmly, "Fire."

The armored vehicles lined up in a row, and after manual debugging and automatic navigation, they fired in unison, emptying the magazines.

The turf was blown away, the dust was flying, the eardrums were hurt by the rumbling sound, and explosions and combustion occurred one after another.

But in just a few minutes, the peaceful suburbs turned into a war-torn hell.

Phoenix Girl Qin frowned and covered Charles' ears with her hands.

Xiouluo can feel every cannon/bullet, their flight trajectory, combustion and explosion, and even the huge shock wave generated.

He doesn't even need to consciously perceive it.

A sense of pleasure that he had never experienced before swept from beginning to end, making him feel like his blood was being ignited.Makes him want to crush something with these metals.

For a mutant who awakened for the first time, emotional guidance was very important, and they often broke out their abilities for the first time when they were angry or excited.Some incidents where mutants lose control and hurt people often happen at this time.

In this situation, the young mutants hidden in human society have become invisible bombs. Only when they grow older or undergo professional training can they control their superpowers.

Xi Ouluo suppressed his emotions, shook his head secretly to himself in his heart, raised his hand, and put it down gently.

"Cease fire, prepare to enter."

Charles was standing by his side, and after hearing it, he conveyed exactly what he meant to everyone.

A hole had been torn open in the underground laboratory, and Sioro meticulously made the hole bigger while avoiding damage to the building structure.

The Brotherhood of Mutants and the X-Men fought side by side in a rare way. Sioro floated in, while Charles sat outside, closed his eyes, trying to control the people inside to give up resistance, thereby reducing casualties on both sides.

The first wave to meet them was the base's combat robots.

Without the need for others to do anything, Xi Ouluo took the lead and walked at the forefront.

He easily controlled the incoming bullets, letting them return along their way.The robot puts up its anti-gravity shield to block the return shots and prepares to fire the laser.

Xi Ouluo didn't give them a chance to continue, he just waved his hand, and these robots that shone with silver-white metallic luster, or were petite and dainty, or huge and sturdy, creaked and creaked from the inside.

Completely turned into a useless lump of iron.

"It's a mutant!"

"Quick, open the mutant suppression zone!"

"Notify headquarters for rescue!"

"Leave it alone! Destroy our data! Don't let mutants get them!"

The noisy voices of the researchers sounded in Charles' mind. He opened his eyes and said in a tone almost lamenting, "Go to sleep..."

Soon, the anxious expressions on their faces gradually disappeared, and one by one, they slid to the ground and fell into a dark sleep peacefully.

A researcher with a mutated brain area was dazed for a few more seconds. Before falling asleep, he propped his hands against the wall, touched the console, and pressed a bright red button.

An order was quietly issued.

Activate the semi-finished sentry robot to launch an indiscriminate attack on mutants.

The author has something to say: Magneto: I annoy myself :)