Create a company, feed more mutants, accumulate capital, use this to have an impact, gain a certain right to speak, release evidence, gain sympathy and resonance, and win the support of neutral and peaceful people.
After silently reciting what he had to do next, Eric smiled.
Grab, grab, grab. It should make their situation better...
On the other side, Mike has left the desert island, the brotherhood's base, and returned home.
He's looking forward to what changes will happen to the mutant community as a result.
And for him, after the Battle of New York, his nonexistent system showed that his abilities were not far from being upgraded.
Host: Mike Kent.
Newbie gift: Assassin time.
Ability: Embodiment of memory fantasy.
Upgrade rewards:
1. Eternal cigarette case.
2. Dimensional pocket.
3. Kryptonian blood.
Current ability level: LV4.
Current upgrade progress: 99%.
Son: Clark Kent.
Son: Eric Kent.
Son: Charles Kent.
Daughter: Gwen Kent.
After the Steel Soldiers of Deathwhip, the Vampire Incident, the Black-Hearted Hell Invasion, the War of Giants, the Battle of New York...
With the continuous efforts of Clark, Eric and Charles, his abilities are finally almost upgraded.
Mike glanced at his system and began to look forward to it.
So now...
Mike looked at the time.
Gwen was almost out of school, and he had to go buy groceries and prepare dinner.
The supermarket has started to operate normally after a day. Although many parts of the city are being rebuilt, it has no impact on daily life.
As he left the house, he happened to meet Bruce wearing glasses and sportswear.
"Are you going to buy groceries?"
Bruce pushed up his glasses, looking like he had seen through everything.
Mike nodded.
"I'll go with you. I also want to buy some ingredients."
Bruce touched his head and said: "Speaking of which, during the years when I was running away, I lived alone, and I cooked the meals alone. How about you and Gwen come to my house for dinner tonight? .”
"Um?"
Mike looked at Bruce in surprise.
This time it’s not just a meal?
Mike smiled: "No problem!"
…
Clean up the rubble.
Because of the war, this job has become in demand recently.
An engineering team contracted to clean up the area is busy clearing away the building debris.
Although their work in post-war reconstruction is not the best, there are always surprises.
As long as you find Chitauri corpses or weapons in the ruins, and hand them over, you will get a large sum of money.
Therefore, they often joke that their job is digging for treasures and gold.
"boom!"
There was a clear sound, and the machine digging downwards seemed to have dug something, and there was a sound.
The driver of the excavator was startled for a moment, and a hint of joy flashed on his face. He drove the excavator carefully, pushed aside the surrounding building debris, got off the excavator, picked up a shovel, and dug at the place where the abnormality had just occurred. Go down.
After a few shovels, he saw a hint of black reflecting the faint light.
Feeling happy, he hurriedly dug it open, and then he froze.
It was a broken arm, an arm wrapped in a black suit.
The broken part of the arm was uneven, as if it had been torn off after being injured.
Isn’t this hand too strange?
The driver frowned strangely.
When the excavator went down, if it had dug up this thing, it would have been cut off directly, but now there is no injury at all.
When he thought of this, his face burst into joy.
If it's not normal, that means it's...an alien thing?
He picked up the shovel and tapped it lightly. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but when he struck it down with the shovel, the shovel made a conspicuous dent.
The vertex of XnDngD&#戅. With a flash of surprise in his eyes, the driver hurriedly squatted down, took off his clothes, wrapped up the broken arm, took it to the excavator, and continued working as if nothing had happened.
…
On an island that is hidden and almost unknown.
The island is not large, but it is covered by green forest vegetation.
Forests, rivers, wildlife, you name it.
But interestingly, the island is not marked on the map.
Except for a few survivors who occasionally encountered shipwrecks and came to this island accidentally, no one else could discover the existence of this island.
Because he is Mr. Sinister's headquarters and his secret base.
Ever since that plan failed and he was resurrected using the backup consciousness on the cloned body he prepared for himself, he has been dormant here silently, accumulating his own strength and waiting for the time for the plan to start.
Finally, he waited!
Battle of New York!
Yes, it’s the Battle of New York!
In that war led and won by superheroes, everyone in the world saw the power and importance of superheroes.
Superheroes have become a symbol of this era.
They have a large number of supporters, are powerful, and even have a right obtained by people's acquiescence - trial and violence.
So, since now is the era of superheroes, if he masters superheroes, does it mean that he has mastered the world and this era?
Nathaniel Essex, Mr. Sinister, couldn't help but feel his heart beat when he thought of this.
Because superheroes, in his eyes, can be made, even very simple things.
People with superpowers solve crises that ordinary people cannot solve, save the people and enjoy the cheers, and then protect this area...
This process is so simple that it can be copied repeatedly.
Hero making...
Mister Sinister smiled as he thought of his clones.
Under his arrangement, a large number of superheroes will appear under him.
Enough superheroes, what do they mean in this day and age?
Mr. Sinister looked at his palm, turned it over slightly, and showed a smile...
Entering his collection room, Mr. Sinister looked at the naked people in the nutrition tanks and felt extremely fulfilled...
However, when he saw the empty nutrition tank with the 001 label on it, he felt very dissatisfied and even a little lonely.
After such a long time, he still has not been able to collect the perfect works in his mind. If he could collect them, it would be of great help to his plan.
At this moment, a man with strange eyes walked in.
Jason Stryker.
There was joy on his face, and even as soon as he entered the door of the collection warehouse, he couldn't help but say: "Sir! I found it!"
