It seems that people's complaints about the police are not entirely wrong - they are usually not there when you need them most, and they usually can't catch the right one when you want them to arrest someone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Like now.

Well, Eric doesn't think it's incomprehensible. He was standing at the scene of a battle full of bullets and even traces of individual bazookas, and the police station not far away was still full of smoke, but the demons of the flames had managed to restrain some of their minions under the rainstorm. It's not hard to imagine that if you were alone in the middle of such a devastated battlefield, with a police station full of fallen policemen and countless black suits lying at your feet, you would probably be the culprit.

Oh, and one thing missing, when the searchlight hit his head, he was unfortunately wearing a super armor that seemed to only exist in science fiction movies, and his feet were full of the gut remains left by that monster man's self-explosion.

Through the raindrop-stained windows of the police station, he could see that the street outside had been surrounded by SWAT people. The road was covered with black trucks, and the special police officers armed to the teeth were armed with blast shields and submachine guns, and the team leader held a white loudspeaker with water droplets in his hand.

It's ridiculous that no one shows up when you want them to come and catch terrorists, and when they do, you become a terrorist.

Things aren't that bad, in fact, taking off the armor and explaining it honestly is not impossible, and maybe you can still be protected.

But he hesitated in his heart, like a villain shouting at him, no! Can the police keep you safe? The next batch could be the truly deadly ones made up of these monsters! Worse, it could be a bunch of remy horse-faced, three-headed, six-armed monsters, and more innocent people would die.

Or did he get noticed at a higher level, and then what? The government will send someone to him and say, "You're too young to hold such a dangerous toy, give me this beautiful backpack for safekeeping!"

Well, maybe that's all a reason. But he knew in his heart that the most important thing was......

The man just now seemed to be referring to Dr. Charlotte, his father. In other words, this suit of armor was delivered to him, perhaps it was his parents' will. Maybe his parents haven't forgotten him? Maybe they are even in some dangerous situation, hoping that their son can get this suit and save them?

These are all nonsense. But the only thing that can be sure is that-

- He can't hand over his armor.

The hurricane of the propeller continued to stir the torrential rain, and the wind howled like an ancient dragon roaring in the sky. The man behind the speaker was still shouting at the top of his voice, his voice was hoarse, and Eric felt sorry for the guy because he was shouting so hard, but Eric couldn't hear it, and he wasn't going to hear it.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

The leader, who was shouting hard at the horn, kept his mouth open, and let the countless raindrops pour madly into his mouth - he could hardly believe what he was seeing. The blurred metal figure in the rainstorm seemed to suddenly burst out of dazzling electricity, and then he felt a gust of wind pass by his side, like a speeding car rushing close to him.

Then, the guy was gone.

Everyone was stunned for a long time, and finally someone next to him asked, "Sir...... What do we do next? ”

The officer was stunned for a long time, and almost subconsciously burst into a foul mouth: "How do I know." ”

Washington.

The Triqual Wing Tower stands against the snow-white Washington Monument, and the rain crackles on the roof, forming a waterfall-like curtain that hangs down the smooth glass curtain wall.

The building, also known as the "Three Flying Ornaments", is the headquarters of the highly classified organization "S.H.I.E.L.D.". Originally, it should be a top-secret agency that has not surfaced at this stage, but as the most famous government agency in the Marvel universe, it runs through almost all Marvel stories, and I believe everyone is no stranger to it, so I omit the introduction here.

Nick Fury, the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., sat in his office, listening to his adjutant Maria Hill's debriefing with a face that was already too dark to read.

"The Amojo system has been confirmed to be in the hands of young Mr. Charlotte." Hill reported, "Our guys have monitored the whole process, and he does match perfectly with the Amozo system, and no rejection has been observed so far. Of all the users tested so far, this kid is indeed the only one that has succeeded. ”

Nick Fury held his chin in one hand and pulled up the three-dimensional projection screen from the pale blue fluorescent table top with the other. His gloved fingers moved lightly across the screen, and several photos were zoomed in to the center of the virtual screen, revealing a recent photo of Eric in armor and the half-human, half-monster man fighting in the rainstorm. The last two of them are only a man who has been knocked to the ground and a blurry image that appears to be coded, that is, Eric, who has switched forms and is moving at high speed.

"He's been confirmed to be able to handle the simulation's super speed," Hill adds, "and it can be assumed that the other abilities should be the same." So far, no one has ever successfully used the armor's special abilities. ”

Fury still had that dark face in his composure, and his intact one-eyed eye shimmered with a sharp light. Newcomers might think he's in a bad mood when they see him, but someone like Hill who has been dealing with Fury for a long time will know that it's just his usual expression. Whether the director is excited or disappointed, or facing a world-shattering catastrophe, he maintains this iron-clad face, which is how the head of the agent hides his emotions.

"Got it." Fury crossed his chin with his hands, his gaze still resting on the metal figure in the photo, "What about these mutants?" ”

He was referring to the man who fought Eric.

Hill replied, "It's still being investigated, but this guy blew himself up at the last minute like before, leaving no valuable clues." ”

"As expected......," Fury muttered for a moment, then asked, "what about the dark line around our high school student?" ”

"It's still lurking, keeping watch."

"Good, keep going, keep reporting."

Hill turned to leave. Nick Fury stared blankly at the raindrop-covered window, unbelievably thinking something.