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Ever since Ruth's inexplicable kiss, Eric has always felt that he can't wave her figure off his mind, and he is haunted by her almost all the time. He felt that he should not have too many superfluous feelings for Ruth, but even if he thought about it, he could not easily forget it.

She said, "I'll come to New York to find you," and although she had known it for a long time, Eric didn't expect that this sentence would be fulfilled so quickly - just last night, Ruth had already sent another text message to the text box of his phone.

"I'm in New York." This was her first message.

Eric was a little surprised and asked, "Any new tasks?" ”

"Nope."

This brief reply was followed not long by another message: "Tomorrow morning, at eleven o'clock, we will meet in the underground shopping mall." There is one thing to say that may be important to you. ”

Although Eric hadn't really wanted to meet her lately - because he felt it would only make things more confusing - Ruth had said that there was something important to him, and it was still a matter of concern.

So he came anyway.

Stopping at the stop sign at the subway exit of the underground mall, Eric glanced at the watch on his wrist, the time was 10:49, a little early, and it looked like she hadn't arrived yet. After thinking about it, he simply decided to buy something to drink first.

Walking to the counter of the drink shop and ordering a drink, he glanced casually out of the corner of his eye and noticed a man on a bench with his legs crossed reading the newspaper behind the flow of people.

Eric frowned slightly, as if he had sniffed something unpleasant.

He pretended to be casual as he drank his drink, his eyes scanning keenly from side to side, immediately capturing more inconspicuous details. Like a man in sunglasses who lingered in front of the bathroom door for a while, and a young man with headphones on his ears leaning against a lamppost as if he had been on the phone for a long time, there were several other similar figures. And if you trace the position of these similar guys in the flow of people coming and going, you will find that they are very subtly centered on Eric's position to form a circle.

Stalkers? I don't know who sent these people, but if they want to do it, they really chose the wrong target.

Eric thought to himself, changing his plans as well. Instead of returning to the stop sign and waiting for the meeting, he moved in the opposite direction away from the crowd.

It seemed inadvertent, but the suspicious elements also began to move at the same time. Whether they were reading the newspaper, loitering in front of the toilet, or talking on the phone, they stood up casually and followed as if they had suddenly finished what they were doing at the same time.

Noticing this, Eric confirmed his suspicion even more in his heart - these people really came with their own goals. But who sent them? Does this have anything to do with the "important things" that Ruth told him?

Putting aside these thoughts for a moment, Eric left the mall and returned to the ground, deliberately breaking away from the crowd. As soon as he turned the corner through an empty alley and came to a deserted clearing, the fellows appeared just as he had expected.

It was as if they had come out of a crack in the ground around the corner, and the moment they appeared, they each pointed a high-tech pistol at Eric that they had never seen before, as if he were already a turtle in an urn. They cautiously approached slowly, and one of them spoke: "Acquaintance, don't think about any small movements, bullets don't have long eyes." ”

"It's finally out." Eric swept around, there were five people in total, and the one who spoke just now should be a figure like a team leader.

"Don't be arrogant, little imp, we know you have a magical armor, but if you try to be rash, I can blow your head off before it wears it, if you don't believe me, you can try."

The person who spoke was the same person who was sitting on the bench reading the newspaper earlier, a middle-aged uncle with stubble on his chin.

Eric and the man looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing softly.

"What's so funny?" The uncle asked, his voice obviously a little lacking in confidence.

"The funny part is that you think you can finish him with just one shot."

This time, it was a crisp female voice, coming from above the heads of several people. Several people hurriedly looked up, only to see Ruth, dressed in a black power suit and carrying a long sword on her back, stepping on the edge of the balcony railing with one foot, looking down at several people with a hint of mocking chuckles.

"Trust me, this kid isn't that easy to deal with." Ruth smiled lightly, and a somersault fell, and with a "brush" of the sword in her hand, it fell between the people.

One of the men hurriedly turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at her, and the muzzle of several guns turned towards her in unison, spitting out beams of light in succession to meet her. Ruth shrank and walked through the gap, crouched down and landed steadily.

The knives flashed, and the barrels of the two guns immediately snapped, and the energy exploded from the fracture like an explosion, and the two men with the guns were immediately knocked to the ground.

The man who landed on Ruth's back immediately seized the opportunity and hurriedly raised his gun to shoot. Before he could pull the trigger, Eric was already pressed against the barrel of his gun, and while grabbing the gun with a grappling trick, he slammed his knee into the opponent's lower abdomen, causing him to open his mouth and vomit a mouthful of blood and fall to the ground.

These people are indeed trained, and they may indeed be excellent in terms of physical fitness, but in terms of individual combat ability, they are actually very average. In just two minutes, the two of them leveled them all, and they didn't even use the power of their armor.

Settled the battle, Eric clapped his hands and said to Ruth, "You'd better know what's going on so I don't have to arrest them and ask." ”

"It's useless for you to ask them, these people also know very little, they are just puppets who act on orders." Ruth said, "Loyalty to an organization called 'NOWHERE.' ”

“‘NOWHERE’。” Eric repeated the name, "Is this what you came to New York to tell me?" ”

"Pretty much." Ruth brushed her hair and said, "An international organization has recently been arresting superpowered teenagers around the world. Originally, it was none of my business, but by chance I learned that you seem to be on their list, so I thought you might need to know. ”

"Thank you." Eric said, hesitating, and asked, "But ...... Did you come all the way to warn me about this? ”

"yes, isn't it impressive?" Ruth winked at him.

"Uh...... Thank you. ”

Ruth smiled slightly, and said, "Although my schedule is quite tight, well, if you need it...... Can I spare time to help you? ”

Eric unconsciously avoided her electrified gaze: "Thanks...... But I don't have to, I can handle it myself, and I don't have to delay your time. ”

"Okay." Ruth seemed vaguely disappointed, "I have a list of possible targets for them next, I'll send you a copy later...... I guess it will help you. ”

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