Chapter 283: Jericho
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The boy's whole body was tightly hidden in a hooded coat, and his whole body was impermeable. He walked down the dirty alley with his head buried deeply, and from time to time a startled crow or two flew behind him, making a mocking and shrill chirp.
There were several other people hiding in the shadows at the end of the alley, and the heavy smell of smoke wafted out of the shadows, and the people inside seemed to be swallowing the clouds.
"Is that you?" The boy asked cautiously.
"What for?" The person inside asked in Russian, "Is it a strip?" β
Although I couldn't understand what the other party was saying, I could roughly tell from the tone that I was looking for the wrong person. The boy waved his hand: "No, I'm sorry, I'm just ...... Looking for someone. β
The people in the darkness came out, all of them bald, and if it weren't for the fact that they were all muscular and vicious, they would have looked quite funny.
"Sorry, I don't want to get in trouble." The boy said, "You'd better stay away from me." β
"What is he talking about, do any of you know English?"
"I don't understand."
"Wait, guys, don't you think this kid is weird? I felt as if his eyes were green, and his voice felt like it was echoing in my head. β
"What? Are you cowardly? β
The thug who spoke earlier laughed and flashed his knife.
"Are you kidding?"
The young man retreated again and again: "No, please don't ......"
"Call Mom, maybe we'll be merciful and let you go." One of them approached with a wicked grin, and by this time they had cornered the boy.
The boy cupped his head and closed his eyes.
No, he didn't do it because he was afraid that the thugs would hurt him, but because he was afraid of what he would see nextβit would be a carnage.
The green light flashed, and the screams echoed in the empty alley in an instant, and the remote alley seemed to be as lively as a slaughterhouse in an instant. The boy crouched in the corner with his head in his hands, his eyes closed, and a terrible wail echoed in his ears, and every now and then a hot, sticky liquid splashed on him.
After a few seconds, there was silence.
He cautiously raised his head, only to see several people in front of him fall to the ground without surprise, and the contents mixed with blood were scattered all over the dirty ground. Despite his mental preparation, he almost couldn't resist the urge to spit out.
Although it wasn't intentional, it was he who caused it, and his uncontrollable ability killed these people. Maybe it wasn't his fault, but it still didn't give him the guilt of being killed.
The boy staggered to his feet, and someone's applause could be heard in the darkness.
"Who?" He asked cautiously.
"Don't be nervous, I'm the one who asked you to meet here, Jericho." The man in the darkness spoke gently, "You can call me 'possum', I'm an old friend of your father, Sred...... I'm here to help you. β
Aegis's temporary stronghold.
After the melody of music waiting for a video call plays, Raven appears on Eric's phone screen. She wore a black jacket as usual, and her face dangled almost against the side of the camera, as if to confirm that she was pointing at the camera.
"So, is that okay?"
Eric smiled, "Yes, it's beautiful." β
"You haven't done it yet? You're not going to make it to the final exams. Raven asked.
"Nope." Eric shrugged helplessly, "All in all, it seems to be at an impasse for the time being." Originally, it was just to recover a set of Amozo armor, but now it seems to be involved in some other big thing......"
"You know, I can go and help."
"No, no," Eric waved his hand, "it's not a difficult thing to do, I can do it myself." β
After a pause, he asked, "How is the school?" Nothing went wrong, right? β
"Nope. Sharon has written you a fake note, and as long as you get back within a week, you should still be able to catch the exam. β
"Well, there's a bit of trouble with this." Eric scratched his head, "Okay, I'll try to get it done in a week." I can't believe I'm still having a headache for exams. β
Raven smiled lightly, "You said it's an important part of life." β
"yes." Eric sighed, "Although the current state is still a bit different from what I originally thought, 'live my life peacefully'." β
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly asked, "That...... Raven, it's our last semester of high school, right? β
"yes, yes."
"Have you ever thought about it...... What do you want to do after graduation? β
Raven tilted his head and thought, "If you want to be the same as ordinary people...... Maybe get into college? Presumably. Don't you think so? β
"Yes." Eric spoiled unconsciously and said as if to himself, "I maybe...... Not very sure. I knew that I couldn't live like this forever, but I didn't think about what the future would be. I said I didn't want to be a hero like Superman in the future, but I didn't really have any plans for what I wanted to become......"
Raven smiled.
"It's okay." "That's fine," she said in a calm tone, "no matter what path you choose, I'll be with you." β
Eric also smiled: "That's right, then there's nothing to worry about." I'll talk about that later. β
At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and Eric caught a glimpse of Natasha walking in out of the corner of his eye.
"Then let's do this today, there seems to be something wrong with me." Eric said, "Let's talk next time I have time." β
"Well, you're so careful."
The communication hung up, and Natasha asked with a hint of a meaningful smile, "Flirt time?" β
Eric said, "Haven't you ever heard of staying in touch for too long?" Say, is there any progress? β
"The possum slipped away last night."
"Oh, you don't sound like you're in a hurry."
Natasha shrugged: "It's really not necessary. He's useless, it's better to keep such a captive and it would be inconvenient for us to move here. β
"So you're not here to tell me this, are you?"
"No," Natasha said, "do you know the son of the death knell?" β
"Ruth's brother? It's not very clear. β
"Jericho Wilson, due to genetic reasons, is born with a certain psychic ability, and when he uses the ability, he will release a special energy signal. Based on the intelligence gathered from the possum's mouth, we speculate that he may be at the heart of this so-called 'family problem'. β
"Ruth seems to have mentioned that he was a good old man."
"Personality may be, but once the ability explodes, it can be said to be a slaughtering machine." Natasha said, pausing, and said, "And not long ago, we detected a burst of energy from his abilities...... It's around here. β