The man standing in front of Eric at this moment is the person in charge of this arrest. His black suit was torn by now, and the white shirt inside was rotten like strips www.biquge.info of cloth, and it was the countless short thorns growing from his strong chest that punctured the suit shirt. The sleeves at the crests of his wrists were tattered, and the shocking scythes had replaced his hands, and the cyan tips were filled with a foul smell.

This state can no longer be called human, it is more like the failure of the kind of genetic splicing experiments between humans and other organisms that often appear in movies, according to science fiction movies, whenever a mad scientist dies and touches this taboo, it can always trigger a series of crisis stories. Eric racked his brains to find clues similar to this monster from his memories of Marvel or DC works in his previous life, but found nothing.

He had never seen such a monster before.

He only had two seconds before the man with a sinister smile could make a move...... Probably, maybe shorter. Like a rabbit out of a hole, Eric slipped off the only table in the room and threw himself at the window. He could feel the demon's claws tearing at his bloody trouser leg as his body slammed open two windows and pounced out.

Why is the so-called great cause of his parents to "fight for the future of mankind" related to the movie villain organization that is bad to the bone? Maybe his mom and dad were righteous people who dared to challenge the authority of the big bad guys, and then their little cub was unlucky to take the blame. But the only thing he is sure of now is that these people are so crazy to want to arrest him back, and they will definitely not just arrest him back to stage a touching parent-child reunion.

The coldness of the rain pierced his bone marrow through his pores, and he jumped out of the window and hugged the wall of water that was cold to his bones. Eric rolled awkwardly on the ground, jumped up without pause, and ran away. He didn't look back, because there was no point in looking back, and that horrible monster couldn't have been won by him at all.

The open space behind the window appears to be a parking lot, with several private cars and a few police cars parked sparsely under the torrential rain. The demon behind stepped out of the window unhurriedly, and the raindrops crackled on him, and the countless raindrops seemed to form a grand symphony, and the water beat the man's black hair to the ground, and the evil face behind the water curtain looked gloomy and hideous. The man bent his knees, like a cheetah bursting out at a speed that even an Olympic champion could not match, and after running for several meters, he leaped forward, like a meteor of flame across Eric's head and landed in front of him.

In an instant, the two of them instantly approached the distance between their faces. Eric's pupils closed, and without hesitation, he flashed a jet-black pistol. It was a Glock 17, a police gun, with a jet-black barrel washed by the rain, like a leather shoe that had just been cleaned. Eric had just slipped away from a fallen patrolman's holster at the police station, and he had planned that a pistol would be enough to help him escape from the track, but he never expected such a monster to be among the pursuers.

The trigger was pulled at zero distance, and the muzzle of the gun burst into bright fire, and the bullet tore through the flesh and the rain penetrated the flesh. The man was staggered backwards by inertia, then grinned and kicked Eric to the ground.

The bullet broke through the man's flesh and sank into the bloody hole, but it was only a moment before it was squeezed out. The metal warhead was squeezed and deformed by his body, and fell off his body into the rain with a "snap", and the blood stained on it was instantly washed away by the torrential rain.

Sure enough, in the face of such a monster, doing this is the limit, right? Eric couldn't help but smile bitterly, sure enough, wanting to live an ordinary life in this crazy world is simply a luxury. Even if he escaped safely today, one day visitors from outside the sky will come, and New York will be transformed into a battlefield. And even if he survives this catastrophe again, maybe one day even more bullish cosmic people will come again, wipe out the city and make an example of the monkeys, claiming that he is the absolute master of this planet.

Scared?

Perhaps, but that's not the main thing. He was born without attachments, without fetters, and even his death was written into a program at birth, and the approximate date was set. He waited calmly and steadily for the Grim Reaper to come and harvest his life, but he did not expect that the Grim Reaper would release his dove and wake up to a new world.

It's just that...... Not reconciled, right?

He was born a warrior, born as a sharp knife. In this case, he will never be willing to be defeated.

Eric wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his rain-soaked hands and struggled to his feet. He took a sip, and the thick phlegm mixed with blood fell to the ground with the crackling rain.

The man frowned unexpectedly, "Who are you?" Intelligence says you're Dr. Charlotte's son, but you're supposed to be a high school student, and what I saw was an extraordinary warrior. ”

Eric sneered: "Guess what? ”

The man tilted his head, as if he didn't intend to say more. All he had received was to bring the boy back, nothing more. He stepped forward, and his scythe-shaped arm turned slightly sideways, as if ready to swing at any moment.

Eric gritted his teeth and re-pinched the non-functional Glock.

An indescribable palpitation struck, accompanied by a severe headache. Eric couldn't help but let out a painful cry, his vision blurred as if he was covered by a curtain of water. He had the strange delusion that his brain had become a receiver, rattling wildly in response to some transmitter that was close at hand.

In a hazy way, he seemed to see through the water curtain that not far away, on the roof of the police station that had just been invaded, the silhouette of a person standing. His blurred vision made it impossible to see the man's face or clothing, not even whether it was a man or a woman.

The headache intensified, and he could feel the thing calling his brain very close.

For a moment, the world seemed to pause.

The man raised the scythe high, as if swinging it towards his thigh, the action of opening and closing seemed to freeze at this moment, and countless water droplets were suspended in the air and cut open by the cyan scyan scythe; The man on the roof of the building moved almost at the same second, raised his hand and threw something here, drawing a parabolic arc of water in the air; Eric burst to his limits at this moment, dodging the sharp scythe behind him as he threw himself with all his might.

His instincts let him know that this was the one who was calling him.

The man missed, and Eric managed to catch what was being thrown at him - a black and silver backpack, or rather, just the shape of a backpack. It was made entirely of alloy, a material that Eric didn't recognize at the moment, but it was undoubtedly a fraction of a tint stronger than common metals like steel.

The moment I got it, the headache stopped. Without thinking, Eric pressed his right hand to the hand sensing zone on the back of the bag. The built-in computer quickly scanned his palm, and immediately moved after confirming his identity. The backpack began to disassemble itself as if it were alive, and the ejected glove involuntarily wrapped Eric's palm inside. The small backpack had instantly turned into countless parts, extending upwards along Eric's body, and in just half a second, all the parts below the head had been wrapped into a metallic silver and black armor.

Although stunned by the god's unfolding, the monster man did not sit idle, and with a loud shout, he swung his scythe and slashed at Eric's neck.

"Khooth!"

Metal arms studded with dark red stripes held the sickle-shaped arms firmly, rain and sparks mingling and falling.

Eric clenched his fists.

Once again, he has fulfilled his destiny - the destiny of becoming a warrior!