Marvel: This Magneto is a good guy

"I can't believe I agreed to Eric's ridiculous plan. Damn it, I must have been hypnotized!"

Tony Stark held a cup of coffee in his left hand and kept typing on the keyboard with his right hand. On the computer screen in front of him, countless codes flashed like running water, so fast that most people couldn't even see them clearly, but he kept typing.

Beside him sat Skye, who looked extremely focused. Her hands jumped quickly on the keyboard, like a pair of dancing butterflies, and her speed was only faster than Tony's.

Hearing Tony's complaints, Skye's mouth corners couldn't help but curl up, and her eyes narrowed into a crescent shape, like a naughty child who had secretly done something bad. She hurriedly turned her head away, fearing that Tony would see the flaw.

She wore a necklace around her neck, which was composed of flawless pink pearls. That was the "life-saving money" paid by Namor. At the bottom of the necklace, there was a sapphire ring hanging, which she carefully hid in her collar. Now, the ring was shining.

"What's wrong, Skye? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Tony asked Skye when he saw her turn away.

"Nothing, I just looked at the screen for too long and my eyes are a little dry." Skye hurriedly forced herself to calm down and continued to work on the code on the computer.

"You're right, my eyes hurt a lot too, damn it, this should have been the job of Jarvis or the future!" Tony put down his coffee cup and rubbed his eyes, but his other hand never left the keyboard.

"Uncle Stark, your father is to blame for this. He not only modified Jarvis's main control program, but also installed a Trojan horse in the future, forcing us to force them both offline. This kind of hard work will eventually fall on us!" Skye kept working and couldn't help complaining.

Hearing Skye talking about his father, Tony felt tangled in his heart. He had already known everything about his father's actions through the Warframe connection. This matter was a mess, and he didn't know how to deal with it. Let's see Eric's plan.

"Skye, how did you know my dad would control space-based weapons?"

"I detected the Trojan virus he implanted in the space-based weapons control system of SHIELD and the military!" When Skye mentioned this, she was very proud. This was the first thing she discovered. Even Eric noticed it after she reminded him!

"What? You are monitoring SHIELD?" Tony was stunned. The world's largest spy organization was monitored by a 15-year-old girl. Is there anything more ridiculous than this? "Skye, are you interested in working for Stark Industries?"

Skye narrowed her eyes: "Okay, I'll go if you give me 10% of Stark Industries' shares every year."

Stark: "Are you kidding me?"

Skye: "You were the one who joked with me first!"

Stark: "..."

...

"Nothing is impossible, Mr. Stark. Tony has regained control of space-based weapons. Your plan has failed." Eric smiled and lightly tapped Howard. Howard's armor instantly shattered, and not only the armor, but all the metal objects on his body flew away. Without technological equipment, Howard was just a strong human being.

"No! You are clearly fighting with the Son of the Stars!" Howard still couldn't believe it. He was stunned for a long time before he suddenly realized it. He pointed at Eric, his fingers trembling, "You! You! That's..."

"Yes, it's what you think!" Eric smiled slyly, "But don't worry, he can still hold on for a while, let's deal with your time machine first."

After that, Eric moved his fingers slightly, and the broken armor wrapped Howard again, but this time, he could no longer control it.

"Although I can't see it clearly, I can roughly guess that this barrier seems to involve the annihilation of positive and negative matter? You are really daring!"

Guessed it, what to do next? Crack it? No, just destroy it directly! Anyway, he didn't want the time machine inside, whether it was a machine or a barrier, just violently crush it and blow it all up!

Eric slowly rose into the air, and a large amount of matter floated around him, whether it was metal or non-metal, whether it was magnetic or non-magnetic, they all slowly rose into the air and rotated around him quickly.

Eric opened his hands, and the matter rotating around him was getting faster and faster, like a crusher. The volume of the matter was getting smaller and smaller, and finally all turned into tiny particles.

But this was not enough! These tiny particles continued to get smaller, and the molecular structure was destroyed, turning into the most basic atoms. Then, even the atomic structure could not be maintained.

The atoms were breaking, atoms with atomic mass greater than iron began to fission, and atoms with atomic mass less than iron began to fuse. Huge energy was released from the atoms, and all kinds of radiation flew everywhere.

With a gentle stroke, the violent energy and radiation turned into a docile cat, crawling at Eric's feet, as if a soldier saw a general and a minister saw a king.

With a slight tap of the index finger, the docile energy rioted again, like a fearless death squad, crashing into the time machine.

Then, it exploded. Eric concentrated on controlling the four basic forces, compressing all the energy that was enough to catch up with the explosion of dozens of Big Ivans into a ten-meter square.

Fire? Explosion? Thick smoke? No, these no longer exist!

All I see is a white light, a white light that is too bright to look at directly, a white light that is brighter than the sun.

It lasted for nearly ten minutes before the white light began to slowly dim. Eric controlled the radiation inside to quickly decompose and dissipate. In the end, nothing was left.

This is the power of the combination of the four basic forces. Eric calls it the field of annihilation.

"Okay, Mr. Stark, it's time for us to talk about your problem." Eric floated down, controlled Howard to stand up, and injected an electromagnetic pulse between his eyebrows, allowing him to temporarily get rid of the aftereffects of the medicine.

"I..." His heart was clear. Howard knew exactly what he had done, and he also knew that he was under the influence of the medicine. He couldn't explain his mood at this moment. Regret? ashamed? anger? Or bitter? In the end, all emotions turned into powerlessness.

"I'm very sorry……"

Eric shook his head, "I can't blame you entirely for this."

"No!" Howard suddenly raised his head and smiled bitterly, "This is my fault. The time machine is still running. The one you just blew up was just a bait I placed. The real time machine is not here!"

Eric's eyes narrowed, he sighed, stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "I know."

"What?" Howard looked in disbelief, "You know? Then go and get rid of it! It's right there..."

"I don't need to know where it is, someone will solve it." Eric waved his hand, "This is his fate!"

I have something to do tonight, and I coded a chapter in the afternoon. I suddenly found that I am more inspired during the day than at night...

Also, will writing comics really lead to overturning? If it's a movie, it shouldn't be a big problem. Anyway, Marvel is messy. The messier it is, the better it looks. Hehehehe...