Come to the edge of Dongharin again, here has changed, at least not as dirty as it used to be.:3w.

Pitro accompanied Eric to patrol the neighborhoods while reporting on his recent situation.

During this period, nearly 200 mutants have come to join the country, including ordinary people who have been infiltrated for various reasons. Some have come and left. The rest are basically homeless people. Most of them have been properly placed. Most of them have been sent to the college, and the rest have temporarily lived with their families. As for those guys who always try to show their strength, Kuaiyin will teach them how to be a human being.

In a lot of interpersonal contact, the son of the Maximov family is transforming into another personality, or to put it more accurately. Pitro has evolved based on his original personality. This young man who grew up in remote mountainous areas of Eastern Europe has always maintained a simple personality and a simple worldview. Although he is a bit impetuous and charming, it is a common problem for boys. However, in the slums of this prosperous world, he finally came into contact with the cruel side of reality. After a period of running-in, Pitro had to admit that good people are always silent, and for those who are good at making noises to make profits, loud slaps are more effective than hard-working persuasion.

The black area suddenly had white and yellow faces, which also caused dissatisfaction among the people nearby. Fortunately, with the help of two dark-skinned mutants, Alan and Alecos, the problem was not big. These two people were not really cowardly. In fact, they were deeply loved by local residents, but their personality was a little weaker and their talent was not developed. Now with Pitro's support, and Eric, the mountain to rely on, they quickly ousted the worst-tempered leader in the neighborhood and expanded their sphere of influence.

Pitro was a little confused about this. In his opinion, Eric could not be interested in this little money, and these ordinary humans at the bottom were useless. However, Eric had another view.

"Don't underestimate ordinary people, they can help us solve many problems." Eric replied to the question of Kuaiyin. "Even if the strong are strong, if they want to live normally, they will always help others. Now is not a primitive society, and we are not the Eskimos who live in the Arctic Circle. Just like we not only need people to provide food and side dishes, but also people to cook, season and other processing. This is an era of fine division of labor. Few people in civilized society can truly adapt to the lives of ancient people. I think you won't be willing to do anything by yourself?"

Pitro's head immediately shook his head. Although he was reluctant to admit it, this period of life was the most proud day he felt in his life. In this black neighborhood, Kuaiyin vaguely felt that his life value was so closely linked to his own talent. Now he had some agreement with Eric's theory that capable people should be born above others.

Aware of these small changes, Eric smiled slightly. This kind young man had a miserable fate like his miserable sister. He kept companionship with suffering throughout his life. The only happy time finally turned into a bubble, but that was another world. Under his own influence, they would embark on another path of destiny and could also get powerful helpers.

Now these neighborhoods have made some less obvious adjustments according to the level of control. With his financial support, some functional buildings have been transformed. As a temporary resettlement site, Eric hopes that it can play a role in diversion and identifying personnel.

Beyond young people like John, he must recruit a considerable number of mutants with suitable abilities and ages. In a society, there must be stars. There must be more middle and bottom layers at the tip of the pyramid, and only reserve forces will continue to take over. The mutant tree can be said to be initially stable.

It's like a country that can't rely solely on soldiers to fight, but also needs farmers to farm, merchants trade, scholars to research, craftsmen to make, and anyone can do it simply by shouting a few slogans. It sounds exciting but cannot solve practical problems.

Suddenly he remembered that when he was at the headquarters of SHIELD, the red-haired female agent once described him as Hannibal. It is undeniable that the two do have some similarities, but more of them are different.

When the famous general led his army to cross the Pyrenees and Alps from Spain and galloped across the heart of Rome, victory after victory could not cover up the disadvantages of the situation. He was eager to find the neck of the Hydra in Roman society and then give it a fatal blow, but in the end he did not fulfill his wish. In the end, his country compromised, he was betrayed, and he could not live in the East, and finally ended up committing suicide.

Was this all accidental?

No, it is destined by his own actions.

He intensified the contradiction too early, but instead made him lose the opportunity to replenish his strength. Being powerful in the first ten minutes of a game is nothing. When you destroy the enemy's houses and chase and flee the people, factories are built outside your sight. Countless scientific researchers are capturing your weaknesses. People's eyes are red when they are stimulated by your atrocities. They are willing to fight to the death without their government's aggression.

When the early advantages are exhausted, on one hand, there are invaders who are exhausted and want to leave with favorable conditions, and on the other hand, there are national mobilizations armed to the teeth and eager to try. It is clear who will win and lose next.

Unless this powerful invader can make the whole world start over and the other strong men acquiesced to his madness, it is obviously impossible.

Therefore, in the face of human society, we must be like emerging small countries treating weak and huge countries, be good at absorbing benefits from big countries, gradually strengthening ourselves, restraining our own safety, and using our strength with caution, so that we can complete the final reversal.

Like any big country, a huge society itself can effectively resist the swallowing of external forces and swell the greedy ghosts that are not enough to break their stomachs, but it cannot resist the erosion. It penetrates the power in a planned manner day after day, year after year, and the whole world will eventually change.

Now Eric, the modern Hannibal, is about to walk out of the great achievements that his predecessors have not accomplished, and penetrate into the heart of human society like an alien, and draw remaining vitality from this slightly old body until the day when he inherits the host.

Thinking silently, accompanied by Pitro, Eric came to a secret room in the dilapidated building complex, where a fat man was sitting by the bed with a lonely face.

"Hello, Dr. Otto." Eric said hello to the man.

"Hello, Eric." Otto answered listlessly.

Since the doctor was torn off his mechanical tentacles, he became in a state of dismay. Without the artificial intelligence that affected his mind, he began to regret the stupid things he had done.

After the first coma, the doctor in the operating room tried to remove his mechanical assistant, but the four tentacles attacked themselves and then opened a bad head. The scientist Otto, who was originally a little quirky, turned into a cruel Doctor Octopus, robbed, kidnapped, and murdered. Fortunately, Spider-Man and Eric stopped him, so they did not cause any greater tragedy.

Now he felt complicated about Eric, and he was a little grateful for saving himself from the influence of his tentacles, and at the same time he was a little afraid.

Eric saw this and did not explain it to him, and moderate awe was a good thing.

"Tell me straight, what do you want me to do?" Otto asked courageously.

"Like in the past, invent, create, and I will not impose too much restrictions on you while ensuring safety. Just give me some advice on young people occasionally, if they have the will to make progress." Eric replied calmly.

"What else can I invent? I originally wanted to benefit mankind, but now I have been stained with other people's blood." Otto shook his head in frustration.

"Then you can surrender, waste your talents in prison, and spend the second half of your life with those rude and irritable criminals. If you want, I can provide you with convenience at any time. There is a police station two miles away." Eric pointed calmly outside the door and threw him a roll of newspaper.

Otto shrank his neck and hesitated to pick up the newspaper. It was the first time he had come into contact with external news in so many days. As soon as he opened it, he saw reports such as "the mysterious man donated a large amount of money to those injured by Dr. Octopus."

He flipped through the newspapers and found that there were gossip tabloids like the Horn Daily, as well as big newspapers like the Times and the Post. It should not be fabricated. Judging from the above news, the losses were not too great. After all, the two most important accidents were stopped by Eric, and most of them had broken bones or wounded in the skin. Now that he had generous compensation, his intention to atone for sins was faded.

If you could breathe free air outside, who would want to live in prison?

But it is not easy to stay outside.

"Your reputation has been ruined, and no one will hire you anymore. Now you are a bankrupt person. If you can't accept the life of scrambling benches with homeless people in the park, maybe you can see if your former friends are willing to take you in." Eric has investigated that Dr. Otto basically has no relatives, and his friends only have some scientific researchers with very weak friendships. If his beloved wife is still there, maybe he can muster up the courage, but now he has no place to go.

As he thought, Otto was both grateful and suspicious of Eric. When he was hesitant and unable to make a decision, Eric placed the last weight on the balance.

"Rosalie", Eric clapped his hands, and a little white girl came in from outside. "Remember this gentleman, if he had thought about when he was going to leave, remember to remind him to close the door."

Rosalie agreed loudly with a strong child voice. This was a mutant child from a single-parent family. Eric changed her name not long ago. When Otto saw her, his eyes suddenly widened.

"This is..." He pointed at Rosalie excitedly. This little girl with the same name as Ross actually looked like her deceased wife.

Eric smiled secretly. In fact, this girl is only six or seventy percent similar to Rose. She looks more like her after dressing up in the photo of Otto's wife. With the same name, it is no wonder that Dr. Octopus suddenly jumped up in the trough of life.
Chapter completed!