Fiery red flames surrounded Xiao Shixuan's body, the astonishing hot temperature, and the terrifying suffocation in the air.

In Xiao Shixuan's field of vision, the so-called sewers, the so-called weird ghost Spider-Woman Gwen, and the so-called Venom.

All of them are illusions, none of them exist.

"What kind of place is this!"

The drastic changes in front of him made Xiao Shixuan's brain crash.

Obviously, Gwen was ready to kill him just now, and he was still confronting Gwen in the sewers a moment ago, why did he come here now that he had recovered the power of the vengeful flame?

There was nothing but an iron cage where he was held.

What about the Gwens?

What about Venom Man?

What about sewers?

Xiao Shixuan subconsciously wanted to touch his face with his hand, but found that his right hand was connected to the wall by a silver handcuff.

Possessed by the flames of revenge, Xiao Shixuan's fiery red eyes scanned everything around him.

What he saw before his transformation and everything he saw in his current state were completely incompatible.

One is a filthy sewer and the other is an empty cage.

The so-called black glove on the right hand, the so-called venom tissue on the foot, and the wounds......

Everything is an illusion.

The so-called healing gloves on the right hand were handcuffs in an iron cage on the wall, and the injured foot was a heavy pair of shackles.

Was it just a hallucination? Or is this my hallucination now?!

Obviously, I just got a power from Gwen to restore the flame of revenge, so Gwen should have been real just now?

But what about the Gwen now?

The flame of revenge burned in every cell of Xiao Shixuan's body, Xiao Shixuan grabbed his handcuffs with his backhand, and the terrifying temperature burst out from Xiao Shixuan's palm.

The silver handcuffs turned into a burst of red-hot iron in Xiao Shixuan's palm and dripped to the ground.

There was a splash.

However, when Xiao Shixuan wanted to melt the shackles on his feet, he found that although the thick shackles were burned red by him, there was no trace of melting.

"This thing!" Xiao Shixuan squatted down, grabbed the iron ring at his ankle with both hands, gritted his teeth and frantically mobilized the revenge flame in his body in the palm of his hand.

In an instant, the temperature in Xiao Shixuan's hand rose to a terrifying level, and there was a burning sound in the air for no reason.

As Xiao Shixuan's hands grasped the shackles slowly melted, the ground under his feet cracked a terrifying crack the size of a gray finger.

At the same time, Xiao Shixuan was in a monitoring room more than thirty floors above the prison.

Erickson was holding the phone and talking on the phone with General Ross of the U.S. government military laughing, "General Ross, everyone is a businessman, as long as the money arrives on your side, people, I will give it to you immediately." ”

"That's natural, I've been doing this for more than 20 years, and I've never missed a beat."

While Erickson and his business partner, General Ross, were amicable about another business, the phone had not yet been hung up.

One of his men, Loca, stumbled open the door to his office.

"Boss! Cargo No. 1 woke up just now! Now it's about to break free!! Locka, who rushed in, was covered in sweat and his face was distorted, as if he had just seen something that terrified him.

Looking at his embarrassed subordinates, Erickson didn't realize what was going on for a while.

Or maybe he had heard his men's report, and he had understood the meaning of the sentence in his head.

But in more than 20 years of human trafficking, no one has ever been able to wake up so quickly under his hypnosis, and no one of his goods has ever broken free from the cage he has personally given him.

"How is that possible?" Erickson's eyebrows furrowed together.

General Ross, who hadn't hung up the phone yet, heard the voices of Loka and Erickson in the office, and said to Erickson amicably before hanging up: "Erickson, I'm also happy to help you solve a little trouble, it's up to you to want to." ”

Listening to the voice on the phone in hand, Erickson woke up from his momentary shock and slammed the phone down.

Years of wandering on the brink of life and death had long since created Erickson's strong heart, and his black eyes were shocked like a bloodthirsty python staring at the subordinate in front of him.

"Tell me what's going on!"

Locka, who was stared at by Eric, shuddered, and explained: "Just now, we transferred Cargo No. 1 from the New York base to the lowest prison, and put the hardest handcuffs and shackles on him in the base, but when Scar and I put the shackles on him, he burned all over his body...... Then he seemed to wake up, and Scar, who was so close, was burned into a pile of black ashes by the flames. ”

Listening to the report of his subordinates, Erickson stood up and walked in front of Loca, kicked Loka on the head, and kicked Loka over who was trembling and lying on the ground, "Damn! You can't even do such a small thing! ”

Loca, who was kicked over by Erickson, lay on the ground and didn't dare to look up, crying and pleading: "Boss! I really didn't touch him with my hands, he woke up all of a sudden......"

Bang!

With a gloomy face, Erickson put the pistol back in his pocket, picked up the walkie-talkie, and walked towards the outside of the office door, "! It's not your fault, is it still Lao Tzu's hypnosis mistake?! ”

As one of the world's largest human trafficking experts for more than 20 years, Erikson has worked on tens of thousands of missing persons.

His ability to go from an ordinary homeless man to the top of the world's largest human trafficker is closely related to his own hypnotic abilities.

As the king of the dirtiest business underground, Erickson is more conceited and black-hearted than King, who rules the New York underground.

He does not allow himself to fail, let alone be seen, and he does not allow others to shift the responsibility for failure to him.

Hearing the gunshots in the office, the seven or eight mercenaries guarding the door had just pushed the door open, and Erickson walked out of the office with a grim face.

"Take people down to block all the passages below the fifteenth floor, and transfer all the goods above the fifteenth floor to Base Seven." Erickson instructed a few mercenaries beside him as he walked towards the elevator.

Erickson was conceited, but he wasn't carried away by the accident.

Anyone who has read the news knows that the horror of that flame giant, modern weapons must be at least missiles or more than attack weapons to have such destructive power.

"Boss, there are at least more than 400 people above the fifteenth floor, and if they are all transferred, they may be discovered by the CIA." A mercenary turned his head slightly to glance at the corpses lying in a pool of blood in the room, and whispered a reminder to Erickson.

The corners of Erickson's mouth curled back, revealing an eerie sneer, "Then pick up the important goods for me to transfer, and give each of the other goods a gun, and tell them that as long as they kill the guy downstairs who is covered in flames, I will let them go." ”

"Let them give me a bit of a grind on that guy's stamina, my cash cow can't just run away." Staring at the flaming figure in the monitor in the hallway as it stormed the iron door, Erickson smiled happily.