Chapter 407: Determination
Luthor is right, Sharon is indeed a person who has a pretty good relationship with Eric in S.H.I.E.L.D., and she has always paid more attention to Eric. When she heard that Eric was still alive and had returned, she was eager to see him.
But she never imagined that their meeting would be in such a situation.
Although the armor on Eric's body can vaguely be recognized as the shape of the Alpha of the Amozhuo, the appearance has changed a lot, especially the temperament that is full of domineering and evil at the same time, and it is even more similar to the past. He suddenly appeared in front of the moving car, slammed on the front cover of the car, and violently stopped the car.
Ruth, dressed in the Amorpho Beta armor, stood not far away with her hands folded over her chest, smiling as a bystander.
Eric walked slowly to the door of the back seat, grabbed the handle and used a force, casually tearing off the entire door and throwing it nearly a hundred meters away. He jerked Lex Luthor out of the back seat and lifted him in the air with his neck in his arms. With the strength of his grip now, it only took a little more force for Luthor's throat to be crushed like papier-mΓ’chΓ©.
"Surprise, Lex Luthor." Eric said lightly, "I guess you didn't expect me to be alive. β
Under the overwhelming pressure of Eric's body and the suffocating grip on his throat, Luthor remained unchanged, and his eyes even looked rather lazy.
"It was a surprise." "It's interesting to see where you've been, and what has made you change so much," said Luther. But what I want to know most at the moment is what you're doing here now. β
Eric sneered, "I guess you and I know it. My father, my mother, the Omega's bioids, and even the Amozo robot I've always blamed, they've all come to an end. In the end, they are all merely victims of the events of fifteen years ago. β
After speaking, the gaze from behind his eyepiece seemed to suddenly become cold for several degrees.
"And you, the guy who has been plotting behind the scenes since fifteen years ago, are still alive." He said coldly, "Even if I replace those who can't be there in person, I'm going to end this." β
"I see." Luthor was still indifferent, showing a clear expression, "In this way, that sub-Mozhuo robot is indeed finished, and I really have to thank you for it, if it weren't for you, I really didn't think of any better ideas to deal with this robot." And it sounds like even Ms. Charlotte is no longer there......"
After a pause, he smiled slightly.
"She is also a talented woman, a combination of beauty and talent, which is really rare. I also sincerely regret her matter. β
Although he said this, he did not show the slightest expression of regret, but still had that underwhelming face.
"It's a pity, and it doesn't have to be." Eric snorted, "If you really have a little regret in your heart, maybe I'm a little reluctant to do it." β
"Click".
It was the sound of a pistol unhooking the safe. The black barrel then pressed against the back of Eric's helmet, and Sharon held the handle of the gun in one hand behind him, and said coldly, "Let him go." β
Eric glanced sideways at her.
The pistol posed no threat to Alpha's armor, even at zero distance, and not even the impact of the bullet could penetrate the helmet. Sharon must have known that, too, but she's just doing her part.
"Think it through, Eric." She softened her tone a little, and said with a hint of dissuasion, "Think about what you're doing." β
"I know exactly what I'm doing."
Eric said lightly, slapping her to the ground, and then the hand that was pinching Luthor's throat increased his strength.
The five fingers of his throat began to sink in, and Luther's throat was visibly deflated, but his face remained expressionless, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain. It's just that his face began to flicker, and it looked like a television set when the signal was poorly received.
Finally, Eric completely burst the opponent's throat with a single force. But not a single drop of blood splattered, and the bare head ejected, making a graceful arc in the air, rolling down the beam of the shattered headlights.
"That's right." Eric stared at the head that fell to the ground, and said lightly, "Did you escape by using the bionic body as a stand-in again?" β
"I really didn't expect you to do this, I'm a little more curious about what happened to you." Luther's android's fallen head was still talking, it should be him hiding somewhere and remotely controlled, "But you did think clearly, I'm now the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a high-ranking official appointed by the U.S. government." You know what it means to declare war on me, right? β
"It's a big deal, and it's going to be with S.H.I.E.L.D." Eric's words made Sharon on the side shudder, and she suddenly felt that the child's back looked so strange at this time.
"Anyway, you're just waiting in your safe house." Eric said coldly, stepping forward and stomping the bionic body's sleek head to pieces, "I'll find you, even if it's to declare war on S.H.I.E.L.D." β
Aegis, a floating carrier.
"Sir, the traitor has been captured."
"Got it."
Coulson followed the female agent who reported to him briskly to the mothership's felony detention area, and saw Hawkeye behind him through a layer of tempered glass. At this moment, he was wearing shackles on his hands, and his handsome face was quite haggard.
An hour ago, Aegis tracked Hawkeye to a base in the Hydra Sea. Aegis and Hydra engage in a skirmish on the island, and in the end, Black Widow retreats under the cover of Hydra, while Hawkeye is left behind and captured as a traitor to the mothership.
"We've had some of our Level 9 top-secret content stolen." Coulson said, "Is there anything you want to say, Clinton?" β
Hawkeye slowly raised his head and looked directly at Coulson.
"Not me." "I've said it many times, it's Natasha. Please, Coulson, you know me, you know I'm not going to betray such a thing, do you? β
"I know Natasha too." Coulson said lightly, "But you told me that even she had defected, how can I believe that you didn't?" β
"yes, I can't believe you." Hawkeye lay back on his bed, put his hands under his head, and said as if to himself, "Then we don't have anything to talk about." It's just that I'm telling you that you're making a big mistake. β