Marvel's Magneto is a good guy

"Mr. Eric, are you sure what you said is true?"

In Eric's underground laboratory, the "army" he summoned is already in place. .hbacyy.

The red tank is still snoring; Barton is checking his new arrow; Tony is sitting on the side drinking coffee, looking like a local; T'Chaka, who has just arrived, is already wearing armor and ready to fight at any time; the blade warrior is dressed in black , standing in the corner coldly.

Only Captain America questioned Eric's words.He stared at Eric closely, his eyes full of distrust.

It's no wonder that he and Howard are friends who have been on the battlefield together. They only met two days ago, but now they suddenly told him that Howard had become black, no matter what he didn't believe it!

"I'm very sure, Captain!" Eric told the whole story, emphasizing Howard's evil plan to reset the timeline, but said nothing about injecting medicine into people.

"I'll go with you!" Captain America nodded solemnly, and stood beside Tony. It seemed that he had the same idea as Tony. First investigate clearly before considering whether to betray...

"Howard has the observer's eyeball in his hand, this is very bad news!" Eric looked around, with a serious expression, "The observer's eyeball allows Howard to understand the weaknesses of each of us, so we need Change! Both weapons and fighting methods need to be changed!"

There is no way to change it!The observer can monitor the entire universe, and everyone has no secrets in his eyes.

In the original plot, in order to save the world, the Wall Guard had no choice but to shoot the Observer, obtained one of his eyeballs, and almost wiped out the Avengers by relying on the secret in it.

A simple piece of code made Iron Man fly back to the earth; a whisper in the ear made Thor lose his faith and lose the qualification to lift Thor's Hammer...

Relying on the eyeballs of the observer, the Avengers were defeated by him one by one, almost wiped out.Eric didn't want to make this fatal mistake!

"Tony, your armor program needs to be redesigned, and I will help you complete it."

"Hey, man, I won't let you touch my toys! I'm very suspicious of your skills! You just admitted that you're not as smart as I am!" Tony straightened up, shaking his head vigorously.

"Future, get him!" Eric waved slightly and sent Tony into the nearby laboratory. The virtual figure of the future appeared next to him, looking at him with a smile.

"Mr. Stark, what can I do for you?"

"Damn it, artificial intelligence?" Tony stood up in a jerk, looking up and down the future, "Eric, when did you peek at Jarvis' code?"

"Mr. Stark, I was born in 1997!" Future smiled, "There are some very obvious logic errors in Jarvis's program, I hope Mr. Stark can help him correct it."

Tony: "..."

We need to have a good chat!

……

Pick out the thorn in Tony, and the rest will be much easier.

"T'Chaka, I need some Vibranium."

King T'Chaka, who is as stingy as Grandet to the whole world, slapped his chest, "How much do you want? Enough!"

"It won't take much, let's get a ton first!" Eric said casually, and the American team on the side hugged his shield tightly, and there seemed to be tears of grievance in his eyes.

Is there only a little Zhenjin in the world as agreed?

"Captain, give me your shield!"

Captain America: "You have a ton, why don't you let me lose it?!"

……

"Howard, your thinking is wrong, time is not as fragile as you imagined!" Michelangelo turned sideways slightly, and flashed an energy cannon.

"Error? Yes, there are errors, but it's not me, it's this world! It's this time! There is an error in this world and time, and I must correct it! Let everything get back on track!" Howard held a handheld device in his left hand. Holding the scepter-style weapon in his right hand, he held up the energy gun and fired again.

"Time? How much do you know about time?" Michelangelo shook his head and kicked forward.

The distance between the two was only twenty meters away. Michelangelo's kick was like kicking the air, but with this kick, Howard, who was twenty meters away, suddenly fell. A dog eats shit and throws the energy gun in his hand far away.

"The power of time? Interesting! You can actually transmit power and energy through the timeline, my brother, I never thought that you are so powerful!" Howard slowly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and showed Smile.

"The eyes of observers cannot cover the entire multiverse, and there are always some corners that can escape their sight." Michelangelo said lightly, stretching out a finger and pointing forward.

The golden fingers crushed Howard like a pillar of optimism. Howard hurriedly raised the scepter in his left hand, and opened his fingers slightly. The scepter was instantly disassembled into hundreds of parts, large and small, constantly rotating around Howard's arm.

A strange force field was generated in front of him, and Michelangelo's finger could not move a little bit no matter what, even if the power of time permeated it, it was still useless!

Can't go forward, can't go back!Howard had a triumphant smile on his face.

"You modified it? It wasn't so strong before." Michelangelo didn't worry at all, his body suddenly turned into a golden light and dissipated.

Howard showed a disappointed expression, waved his hand, and the parts were assembled again into a scepter, which he held in his hand.

"If I'm not wrong, you want to use my body to navigate your instrument so that it can accurately locate the timeline, right?" Michelangelo condensed again next to Howard, with golden light shining all over his body. , which makes people unable to look directly.

"The energy of the observer's eyeballs is too large, I need precise positioning, otherwise it is likely to blow up the entire timeline!" Howard deformed the cane again and aimed at Michelangelo, "For this world, Consecrate your body!"

Michelangelo shook his head, "How do you plan to control me? I exist in countless timelines at the same time, can you bring me back?"

"I don't need it, you are enough!" Howard smiled strangely, and looked away from the energy gun that fell on the first floor. The energy gun disintegrated instantly and changed into a black box. A blue light shot out from the box, Michelangelo shines in it.

Howard waved his hand, and all the suspended parts next to his arm floated to Michelangelo, forming a strange force field around him, making Michelangelo unable to move.

"It's useless!" Michelangelo dissipated again, but this time, it didn't work out as he wished. All the golden light he transformed into was sucked in by the black box on the ground.

"No! What is this! Ah!" With a scream, Michelangelo quickly fell silent, and the black box on the ground also turned off the blue light, and returned to calm.

"It's easier than I thought!" Howard stepped forward and picked up the black box. "Now, there is one last thing left!"

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