When I returned to the orphanage, it was already the middle of the night, and Grandma Joan sat in the hall waiting as expected.

"Why did you come back so late?" Qiong An asked with a tiger face.

"I've gone out with Uncle Li to get acquainted, grandma who is fine." Lexia directly moved out Uncle Li as a shield.

"Don't mess with that old guy, beware of being spoiled by him." Joan stood up, "By the way, don't go out tomorrow, Miss Potts from Stark Industries is coming to pick up Clarice, and you can deliver it for me then." ”

"Okay."

Grandma Qiong'an is old and can't bear the pain of parting, but Le Xia didn't refuse.

After sending Joan back to the house, Lexia returned to her room and dialed Parker's phone directly.

"Hey, did Uncle Ben scold you?"

"It's okay, I've dealt with it, what you told me to improve my strength from equipment, I've already opened the browser page." ’

Lexia recalled the plot of "The Amazing Spider-Man", and then said uncertainly, "I seem to have seen on the news that the Osborne Group has developed a technology that can store a long length of cable in a small volume, you can look it up." Since you're Spider-Man, it's too unworthy to spit like a spider. ”

'Okay, I'll take a look, hey, really, tensile strength biological cable, a small ball can fit hundreds of meters long, I can use this to make a spider silk launcher, and then I can fly the eaves and walk the wall, well, this idea is fantastic, I'm going to do it'......

With Parker out of the way, Lexia hung up the phone, dragged out the holy suitcase, and began to think about his future.

As a Saint Seiya Reserve, there is only one way for Lexia to become stronger, and that is to comprehend the small universe, put on the holy clothes, and become a real Saint Seiya.

But the current situation is that he has not yet reached the standard of becoming a saint warrior, and the holy clothes do not know how to take them out of the holy clothes box.

So if you want to improve your strength in a short period of time to the extent that you can compete with Hawkeye, you can only think of another way.

Since there is no holy clothes, then I have to settle for the next best thing and choose the ink clothes.

Cultivating to the pinnacle of the realm, you can manifest the qi in your body and form an ink coat on the surface of your body that has defensive power like a holy garment.

However, compared to the Holy Clothes, the defensive power of the ink clothes is a bit child's play, and it is nothing in front of the Saint Seiya who has the ability to destroy matter from the atomic level.

Originally, Lexia didn't want to get this flashy ink clothes, it was too much of a waste of time and energy.

But for him now, the ink coat is a rare piece of armor.

Although it is not as good as the holy clothes, it should be no problem to resist a wave of black arrows from Eagle Eye.

When he sat cross-legged on the holy suitcase, Lexia made a decision, as long as he didn't die on it tonight, he wouldn't take the initiative to come down.

He swore that he would never let anyone point an arrow at his head again.

With the determination to die, Lexia held on to the holy garment box for a full hour, twice as much as the half hour the night before.

Until finally, when he almost fainted due to extreme physical discomfort, the holy wardrobe automatically cut off his tempering.

Fortunately, otherwise, he would very likely become a traverser who practiced himself to death because of his practice.

Le Xia, who was on the verge of collapse, completely subconsciously began to cultivate after the small universe of the Holy Wardrobe stopped.

The tenfold C-like feeling flooded all over his body, and he was instantly high.

When Sen Luo Wanxiang stopped, Le Xia opened his eyes, and two fires more than ten centimeters long appeared in his eyes.

The flames began to spread to his body, and the tattered shirt was torn off, and the golden-red Vermilion Bird back pattern appeared on the back.

Immediately after, the flames suddenly rose, submerging Le Xia's entire body, and five seconds later, the flames dissipated, and he was already covered with a black combat suit.

Suzaku's ink coat is revealed!

The ink robe is black, and the Vermilion Bird ink coat covers the body even more than the silver holy clothes, almost the same as the gold holy clothes, not only that, but there is also a pair of black wings on the back.

Looking at himself in the mirror wearing Vermilion Bird ink, Le Xia had a moment, as if he had seen the real Heavenly Storm Star Pluto Fighter, Bennu Bird Radiance.

There are at least seven or eight points of resemblance, but in terms of shape, the lines of the Vermilion Bird Ink Clothes are slightly sleeker than those of the Dark Clothes, and they look slightly less aggressive.

As Le Xia's consciousness moved, the black wings behind him opened violently, and under the gentle beating, Le Xia's legs gradually left the ground.

"Okay, it's getting more and more like Huihuo," Lexia muttered to herself, her black helmet pressing down the bangs on her forehead and covering half of her face.

"Since we borrowed the name of the glow, let's do what a Bennu bird should do. The lives of the Russian mafia, I want it. ”

A black wind flashed, and Lexia in the house had disappeared.

Outside the abandoned factory, Barton changed the surveillance location, although the two of them had retreated, but as an agent, he couldn't stay in the position that had been exposed for too long, so changing the location was a must.

Jimmy returns to the car and discusses what had just happened with Barton over the communicator.

"Who the hell are those two?" Jimmy said with some fear, "Although the kid I fought against was very inexperienced, he was so fast that I could barely keep up, and his body was as hard as a stone, he didn't react when he hit it, and my hands were numb." ”

Barton held the telescope in his new position and looked around, "I don't know, but it shouldn't be a normal human, there are documents about abnormal humans in the S.H.I.E.L.D. data, and my level is not enough to be accessed." ”

"Miss Romanoff is level 7 like you, and if you don't know, I don't know." Jimmy regretfully tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

"However, after this mission, you will be able to level up, and you may be able to access the relevant information when the time comes."

"Don't be too happy," Barton said mercilessly, "even if we do, you still can't tell you if you're not good enough...... Wait a minute, what's that? ”

Jimmy looked at the sky, and it was so dark that he couldn't see anything.

In Barton's telescope, he clearly saw a large flying object speeding towards him.

The flying object flew very fast, I am afraid that it was seven or eight hundred kilometers per hour, and among the known birds, the fastest peregrine falcon could not fly more than four hundred kilometers per hour.

“WTF！ Is this an angel? ”

As the flying object approached, Barton could make out his silhouette, a humanoid object flapping its wings.

Wing-type aircraft are fixed-wing and thruster-powered to fly, while this humanoid object flies by flapping its wings, and it is clear that its ability to fly is its own, not its equipment.

When the black humanoid flew over the abandoned factory and hovered with its wings, Barton was even more convinced.

Tapping on the microphone, Barton whispered, "Nat, I think we're in trouble." ”