amaotonovel Chapter 4083 MU Superbody Major Event (163)
Chapter 4083 MU Superbody Major Event (163)
Chapter 4083 MU:. Superbody Major Event (163)
After Batman from Arkham agreed to Doctor Strange's decision regarding the Dream Force, they began to slowly sink into the first dream. Because the order wasn't predetermined, no one knew whose nightmare it was. Then, two gunshots rang out, startling everyone awake.
As Schiller's vision cleared, he immediately realized that he was in Germany, and specifically, Germany during World War II. Now he knew who the third person Doctor Strange was referring to.
“Eric Lansher,” Schiller said immediately. “No, it’s Max Eisenhardt, a Jewish boy of about 10 years old.”
Arkham Batman paused, then said, "He's been captured?"
"Yes. He came from a German merchant family. His father was a World War I veteran, and he had a happy childhood. But after the outbreak of World War II, his family was sent to the Warsaw Ghetto. They almost escaped, but were betrayed by an acquaintance. After being arrested again, all his relatives were buried in a mass grave, and he was the only one who escaped."
Schiller quickly recounted Magneto's life story, but it was actually quite vague. He didn't know Magneto's exact birthplace or when he escaped. The comics didn't depict him in much detail; all that was known was that he was roughly from the beginning.
"Remember? They were saving people, and we were stopping them," Jack snorted. "He's trying to morally blackmail us because Batman is in our group, isn't he?"
Schiller felt the same way. Batman would never help those people capture someone, but if he didn't play the villain, could he just stand by and watch them rescue the person?
“Who says that blocking a rescue means you have to help those people catch him? We can intercept him beforehand and take Magneto somewhere else,” Constantine said.
Batman from Arkham thought the same thing. They hurried along the alley, heading quickly towards the direction from which the gunshots had come. Nightmares can't be very large, and they're usually set around the protagonist, so Magneto shouldn't be far away.
“Be careful,” Schiller said. “If I remember correctly, it was around this time that Magneto awakened his powers. You’d better not provoke him.”
“Whether it will provoke him or not is not up to us,” Jack said. “If it’s their first arrest, that’s fine. But if they escaped and were caught later, things might not be so simple.”
As they rounded a corner, they saw a bakery ahead and heard a man's trembling voice coming from inside, a string of German words: "I can give you money, I have businesses, I have friends in America, I can give you anything you want... Don't hurt us..."
boom!
The moment the gunshot rang out, the group rushed into the bakery. Unfortunately, there were three bodies inside: two adults and a child, who appeared to be Magneto's parents and sister.
Two burly men were holding guns, seemingly intending to kill the last survivor. Arkham Batman rushed over, and just as he was about to subdue the two men, he saw the barrel of one of their guns begin to tremble.
Arkham Batman suddenly took a few steps back and said to the people behind him, "Run!"
With a loud bang, the entire bakery exploded violently. The people at the entrance didn't have time to get out of the way and were blown away.
Jack crawled out from under the bakery sign, grinning, and said, "Are you sure he needs to be rescued?!"
Schiller, who was standing a little further away and less affected, also got up and said, "The abilities of mutants in their early stages are difficult to control. He probably can't use them on his own, and he'll enter a period of weakness after the power erupts. He's probably already passed out. We just need to stay here and keep watch, and not let anyone..."
Before he could finish speaking, he caught a glimpse of a pair of blue eyes in the dimly lit street corner.
“Wait a minute,” Batman Arkham said. “Schiller and Constantine, you two go find Magneto and tell him that you are his father’s friends in America and that you came to rescue them, but you were a step too late. Keep him calm first.”
Schiller nodded and ran into the bakery with Constantine. He understood perfectly well why Arkham Batman was doing this; the key issue was whose orders Magneto ultimately obeyed.
If he simply refuses to leave, then Doctor Strange can't do anything about it. They might be able to forcibly take someone else, but even a young Magneto isn't so easy to deal with. Without being able to disrupt the dream's structure, Charles and Doctor Strange might very well get blown up by this young Magneto.
So if they first gain Magneto's trust and persuade him to go with them, their chances of victory will be very high.
They rushed into the ruins and found a little boy huddled in a corner. They could vaguely make out some features of the older Magneto in his face, but the difference in demeanor was vast. This young Magneto, while also somewhat melancholic, displayed emotions far more intensely than the older version.
At this moment, his face was covered in tears, smeared with dirt, his hair was messy, and he looked completely lost.
Constantine pretended to just notice him and said, "Wait, what's this child doing here? He... he looks a bit like Mr. Eisenhardt?"
Schiller quickly stepped forward and said, "Who are you? What are you doing in this bakery? This is the evacuation point we agreed upon with Eisenhardt. Have you seen him before?"
The young Magneto was quite naive. Born into a middle-class family, he had been well-protected by his parents from a young age, unlike the closed-off and wary person he would become later. He stared at the two of them with wide eyes and said, "I am Eisenhardt, Max Eisenhardt."
Schiller and Constantine exchanged a feigned surprised glance, then said, "You must be Eisenhardt, right? Where's your father?"
“He…he’s dead! They beat him to death!” Little Eric seemed unable to cry anymore; he just kept repeating something, pointing in a direction. Constantine walked over again, pretended to look, and sure enough, he saw the male corpse that somewhat resembled Eric.
“Oh God, we’re late,” Constantine said. “Mr. Eisenhart was a good man, and we’d always had a pleasant time doing business with him. How could he…”
“No time to be sad,” Schiller said, reminding us, “Those people will be here soon. Let’s take the kids and get out of here.”
Then he turned to Eric and said, “We’re from America, your father’s business partners. He contacted us a few weeks ago, saying he was in trouble and wanted to move his whole family to America. We arranged to meet here, but we never expected…”
“He seemed to have told me,” Eric said, his voice a little hoarse, sniffing. “He said someone would come to pick him up. If only you could have come sooner…”
"Sorry, the city is cracking down really hard, and we're being hunted down too. But we don't have time to explain now, you should come with us."
Little Eric nodded. But just then, two more people walked into the bakery: Doctor Strange, the Dream Force, and Charles, both dressed in period suits.
Upon seeing Constantine and Schiller in the room, the two were terrified and shouted at them, "Who are you? Where is Eisenhardt?!"
Constantine and Schiller stood firmly in front of Eric, frowning as they said, "These are the questions I should be asking you: Who are you? And what brings you here?"
“We are Mr. Eisenhardt’s British friends, here to evacuate him from here,” Charles said, frowning. “Where is he?”
“But they said they were my dad’s friends from America, and they came to take us away from here,” Eric said. “Did he contact two groups of people? But why couldn’t you have come sooner…”
“No, little Marx, don’t be fooled by them.” Constantine immediately turned around and said, “Your father told us that he only contacted us. Besides, he has no business dealings with the British, and you’ve never heard him mention knowing any British people, have you?”
Constantine was so certain because Eisenhardt Sr. had said he had friends in America. Although it might have been meant to intimidate the enemy at the time, Eric Jr. had heard it too, so he naturally believed them more.
To everyone's surprise, Charles didn't get angry or argue. He simply frowned slightly, looked Constantine and Schiller up, and said, "You're Americans? But as far as I know, even people from San Francisco don't dress this strangely..."
This successfully drew Eric's attention to the two men's attire. He rubbed his swollen eyes, looked up at Schiller and Constantine, and immediately noticed that their outfits were rather odd.
They were both wearing trench coats, and the kind with a relatively modern style. They didn't wear wool coats like people of this era, nor did they wear felt hats and gloves like ordinary businessmen. They looked too young and didn't have beards.
It was precisely because Eisenhardt the elder did business with Americans that Eric the younger had met some American businessmen. He immediately and astutely realized that these two men were nothing like American businessmen.
In contrast, Doctor Strange, the Dream Force, was dressed in a very retro-style British naval suit, sporting a neatly trimmed beard and light gray gloves. Charles wore a long overcoat, a gray-blue wool scarf, and a crisp suit underneath, carrying a leather trunk with metal trim—he looked exactly like someone from World War II.
Eric looked up slightly and met Charles's blue eyes, then froze.
Schiller couldn't help but cover his forehead. No wonder people often say you can tell a person's future from their age. Some people's aesthetic sense is truly unbreakable and unwavering. Schiller didn't know how many times Eric Lansher had fallen for those blue eyes in his life, but he knew they would probably fall for them again this time.
Sure enough, little Eric trotted up behind Charles with his short legs and grabbed his hand.
Fortunately, Batman from Arkham and Jack the Joker blocked the entrance. Since the plan to gain their trust was no longer viable, force was the only option.
Batman from Arkham threw a punch at Doctor Strange, the Dream Force. Doctor Strange, incredibly agile, ducked to avoid it, then grabbed Eric and ran outside.
The two of them ran out, leaving Charles inside. Just as Jack was about to attack Charles, a childish voice came from outside the door: "You're not allowed to hit him!!"
With a roar from Eric Jr., his mutant powers spiraled out of control once more. With a deafening boom, half the building housing the bakery collapsed. Everyone except Doctor Strange and Eric Jr. was buried inside.
By the time they climbed out, Doctor Strange, with his Dream Force, had already taken Eric away. The score was now 0-1.