10 Chapter 10: Nick Fury

　　More than two months later, Valentine's Day is approaching, but New York seems ridiculing all couples, as there is a heavy snowfall.

　　Eric was sitting in a fast food restaurant, admiring his new look in the reflection in the window. Even after watching it for two months, he was still not used to it.

　　Two months ago, he was injected with the super soldier serum, his physical function returned to its peak, and his appearance was restored to his youth with the help of the jade bed.

　　However, the youthful appearance is not the face of the young version of Magneto he expected, but on the basis of the young version of Magneto, mixed with an oriental charm, it looks like a mixture of an Asian and Jewish which exudes deep mysterious aura.

　　After that, he also went to the New York Temple again and made a special trip to visit A/O. She conducted a detailed examination of his body and soul, and concluded that it was perfect but he was still doubtful for why his appearance changed.

　　"Isn't that better?" A/O smiled and closed the fan, pointing to the northwest, "There is also a Magneto over there, if you look the same as when he was young, how would you explain it? say you're his lost son?"

　　Eric was speechless for a while, thinking about it too. In the Marvel parallel universe, some important characters have isotopes, and most of the isotopes will be somewhat similar in appearance. If the young version of Magneto and the old version of Magneto meet, then that's a problem.

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

　　In two months, the electromagnetic pulse storm caused by Eric that day has gradually subsided, and the major forces have not investigated the reason, and can only file the incident, which has become an unsolved case.

　　Now, the major newspapers are scrambling to report another interesting piece of news.

　　A nobleman from Europe, Viscount Charles Lehnsherr, successfully found his long-lost son, or in other words, his long-lost son successfully found him. The reward of up to 10 million US dollars was also withdrawn to the regrets of many bounty hunters.

　　What's even more exciting is that the only two remaining men of the Lehnsherr family completed a paternity test accompanied by a lawyer and confirmed that Eric was Charles' biological son. After the reunion dinner, he was admitted to the hospital and died that night.

　　Eric Lehnsherr, logically inherited his old father's title, as well as a huge amount of property.

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

　　Eric smiled and put the newspaper aside, took a sip of Coke, and let out a relieved sigh.

　　Unfortunately, his good mood was destined to not last long. A burly 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 looked Eric and walked straight to him.

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

　　"Yeah, I mind!" Eric looked at this swarthy face and secretly rolled his eyes.

　　Who is this black man? It's Nick Fury! At this time, Nick Fury still had a head of hair, which made Eric, who was used to seeing his bald head not used to it.

　　"What? Does this gentleman have any views on black people? Be careful I'll sue you for racism!" Nick opened his mouth wide and bit off half of the hamburger, regardless of whether he really cared.

　　"FBI? Or CIA?" Eric moved his dinner plate to the side, he was afraid that the saliva from the still haired egg would fall on his plate.

　　"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division! I'm the director of the New York branch, Nick Fury." Nick shrugged, not surprised by Eric's question.

　　"What a bad name, it's so long!" Eric smiled mockingly, "I've already paid the inheritance tax, why are you still looking for me?"

　　"We are very curious about your origin." Fury took the whole remaining half of the hamburger, chewed it a few times and swallowed it. "Driver's license, social security number, credit card, entry and exit records, can you? We checked everything we checked, and we couldn't find any trace of you. Before accepting the title, you didn't seem to exist! Moreover, we suspect that you are related to the bombing two months ago."

　　"There are a lot of things that don't exist in this world, like Area 51 or something."

　　"So you're an alien?" Fury looked at Eric in amazement.

　　"No, it's a special department!" Eric smiled mysteriously and shook his head, "You better not know."

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

　　"Permission? That thing is useless to us, we don't exist." Eric smiled very thiefly, very cheap.

　　"Mr. Eric..." Fury still wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a shout not far away.

　　"Bang! Bang!" The gunshots sounded like raindrops.

　　"Ah! Help!" The sound of help and screaming was endless.

　　Then, the whole neighborhood was in chaos.

　　Nick Fury jumped up instantly, quickly pulled out the pistol on his waist, and ran in the direction of the riot.

　　"Sure enough, you encounter this egg, and it's definitely over. Sigh, my beautiful holiday is wasted." Eric squinted his eyes and sensed it for a moment, suddenly feeling interesting. This is the downtown area of ​​New York, and someone was kidnapped at gunpoint in broad daylight, and the hostage was a little girl.

　　This little girl is probably not an ordinary person!

　　Nick Fury ran all the way, and quickly came to the front, hiding behind a car to watch carefully, while calling for support.

　　There were at least ten robbers, all of them wearing hoods, well-armed, and orderly advancing and retreating. Obviously, they had received a lot of professional training.

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

　　"What? Miss Pierce was kidnapped?" Nick Fury quickly got a call from his superiors, and after knowing who the hostage was, all kinds of swear words blurted out.

　　"Miss Pierce? Who is that?" Eric asked softly behind him, startling Nick Fury and nearly shooting him.

　　"Shit! When did you get behind me! I almost shoot!" Nick Fury was shocked.

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

　　"Fu..." Nick Fury swears again.

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

　　Nick Fury slapped his hand away, glared at him viciously, took a breath, and said, "It's the daughter of our Director General."

　　"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 already fast into the office building, he could only grit his teeth and follow.

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