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The sound of rock music almost toppled the roof, and the young people were in groups of twos in the spacious living room, laughing and laughing.

Raven sat alone at the dining table, slowly eating the small cakes on his plate, and kept looking at the wall clock on the living room wall, consciously or unconsciously, looking quite anxious.

Peter pulled away from his classmates, sat down beside her, and asked, "Hasn't he come yet?" ”

"Hmm...... I'm a little worried. Raven said, "I always felt like I had a sense of foreboding. ”

"It's okay," Peter patted her on the shoulder, "that guy's words are going to be fine." ”

"I hope so." Raven said lightly, his eyes looking out the window, which was completely occupied by the night.

The shrill siren pierced the sky, sharply chasing the tail of the black locomotive. The motorcycle, which looked like a wild horse, galloped recklessly along the highway before it chased a street away, and the three police cars were left far behind.

Thanks to Stark's crazy makeover, the horsepower of the motorcycle under Eric was even as powerful as a helicopter, and it was rare for anything that ran on wheels on land to catch up with it, let alone a few police cars.

Of course, Eric was surprised that he was suddenly rounded up by the police, but it was not difficult to make a guess. Just this week, a Skruller pretended to be him and broke into his life, and the same week he killed the Skrull, a gang of police officers tried to arrest him with great fanfare, and no one would believe that there was no connection.

Undoubtedly, the Skrulls.

The black motorcycle raced down the street for some distance, and the police car hanging behind it had been thrown farther and farther away, unable to keep up with its speed. And just as the moment of the intersection ahead, two more police cars, one left and one right, flashed out of the intersection on both sides, drifting and braking in front of Eric, and the tires dragged a long series of sharp honks like two roadblocks staggered in front of Eric.

At this time, the locomotive is no more than 100 meters away from the intersection, and it is impossible to brake the car at the current speed.

But Eric didn't mean to brake either.

The motor roared even more violently, the locomotive roared high-pitched, Eric pinched the handlebar with both hands and jerked upward, and the pitch-black motorcycle jumped up, like a flying luma, flying unbelievably past the two police cars blocking in front of him. The tires fell heavily back to the road, and the body only turned to one side slightly, and then quickly adjusted its balance and continued to spoff, but the two police cars across the road blocked a group of teammates following behind.

However, this did not end there, after Eric jumped in front of the police car, two more explosion-proof assault vehicles appeared in front of him, and the armored cars on both sides had the words New York Police Department written in white font. The two cars came side by side in the opposite direction, occupying the only two lanes on the road.

Eric snorted, unconcernedly increasing the throttle, and the locomotive accelerated sharply, roaring heavily.

And the other party didn't mean to touch it directly. A SWAT officer in black uniform leaned out of the window, carrying a bazooka on his shoulder and pointing at the approaching motorcycle.

"Whoosh!"

There was a sharp explosion, and the rockets whistled and exploded on the road without saying a word. The skyrocketing flames instantly engulfed the black beast, and the roaring motor was drowned out in the sound of the explosion. For a split second, it looked as if he had really been killed.

But only for a moment.

“Complete...... Green light mode is live. ”

The green fangs tore through the flames, and the embodiment of green light armed the locomotive, and the rapidly rolling tires seemed to burn with green flames. The motorcycle turned into a bolt of lightning and pierced through the flames and black smoke, and rushed towards the two black assault vehicles in a flash. It aimed at the gap in the middle of the car with great precision, and flashed with a thunderous momentum, and the sides of the motorcycle flashed sharp green fangs at that moment, ruthlessly tearing the heavy armor of the assault vehicle and cutting off the tires.

The bodies were staggered, and Eric pinched the brakes and drifted sideways to a stop, only to see two armored vehicles that had been cut in half flipped on their sides, dragging a string of dazzling sparks against the ground, and splintering glass shards spilled all over the ground.

Eric got out of the car and slowly approached the overturned car.

The two cars seemed to fall a bit hard, and everyone in the car was incapacitated, and they couldn't even open the door and climb out. Eric ripped open the driver's door, pulling out the bleeding driver. This guy's head was limp to the side, and he was out of breath.

Eric was stunned.

Since the man is dead, but nothing has changed, that is...... These people who came here to round him up are all real human beings?

As soon as he unconsciously let go, the man fell to the ground with a "plop" and stopped moving.

The sirens approached again, and the two groups of people who had been thrown off before seemed to have bypassed the barrier and chased after them again. Eric stared at the bruised group for a moment, then turned around, stepped onto the motorcycle, and sped away.

New York, United Nations Building.

A few months ago, an organization called Ascension hacked all the nuclear bombs in the world, and a total of 920 were fired at every corner of the world. But then, under Eric's interference, all 920 nuclear bombs were disarmed in the middle of the launch. A nuclear crisis of the century has been resolved, and the world's nuclear bombs have been wiped out.

And the new question is - does humanity still need nuclear weapons?

Tonight's summit at the United Nations building revolves around this theme.

"This is an opportunity!" "The birth of weapons of mass destruction is itself a major mistake in the history of mankind, and my country believes that the complete disarmament of nuclear weapons is a second chance given to mankind by God, and that their disappearance is the only guarantee of peace." ”

"." One U.S. general said, "These weapons are the only guarantee of our security. That incident also taught us that now is not the time for us to fight among ourselves, there may be more races eyeing each other far away, and we need such weapons to keep us safe! ”

The representative raised an eyebrow: "This is your official attitude?" ”

"No, General Wells' statement does not represent the views of our government."

The speaker, dressed in a crisp suit, walked up to the podium in the center with steady and powerful steps. The moment he stood in front of the microphone, all eyes suddenly focused on him, which invisibly highlighted the extraordinary aura of this character.

Senator Carter, an astronaut who returned triumphantly from Mars two years ago, is a hero of the administration. Since then, he has stepped onto the political stage, climbed to the position of senator in just two years, and today is one of the most powerful people in the United States and the protagonist of today's summit.

General Wells also tried to argue: "But Senator, only a fool would ......"

"General, when I survived Mars two years ago, I took a closer look at our azure home star from there and realized how fragile and small she was." The senator spoke faintly, and his sonorous voice was heard through the microphone throughout the ring-shaped hall.

"The experience there changed me profoundly, and I realized for the first time that the fate of this fragile and beautiful planet is in our hands. Ladies and gentlemen, if you can understand, it is a burden that none of us can afford to ignore. Today, therefore, I will propose a new and bold peace solution. ”

He paused and took a deep breath.

"Today, God has given humanity a gift, a power that we have never had before, a power that contributes to the prosperity of the human race. This power is called 'Superman' by the world! ’”

(Thanks to the book friend Yan Yan Yan Que An Zhi Honghao, and the son of the book friend Dongsheng for the 500 starting coins!) ）