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Agent Coulson had just returned to the base on his front foot when a communication from the headquarters arrived.

After the communication was connected, the face of the new director, Lex Luthor, appeared on the big screen, and he said in a calm tone: "I heard that something seems to be wrong with you. ”

"Not a big deal, sir." Coulson said lightly, "Eric Charlotte, the kid with the armor of the Amodr, he just found the neighborhood. But we stopped him, and now he's back. ”

"Can he sense it?"

"Seems like so."

"Very well, that means we're making progress." Luther's tone was rather casual, less like a conversation with a subordinate and more like a casual conversation.

"So what do we do next?"

"Do as you want." "Let it be," said Luther. If the situation warrants it, inform the kid named Charlotte. ”

"Yes, sir."

The screen went black and Luther's face vanished.

Coulson took a deep breath and exited the control room. The crew continued to bustle as the walls topped the walls with a ring of light tubes, a blinding white light surrounding the metal cube in the center of the room. The thick metal plate was covered with various wiring, and a glass opening was made in the cube at about the height of an adult's eye, and a dull yellow light was transmitted through the glass, like a pair of dangerous eyes.

At this moment, Manhattan, George's Bar.

Eric counted roughly, and there were about a dozen people surrounded at the same time, all in a group, which was even more exaggerated than he had expected.

If it was in the past, of course, it would have been impossible to deal with so many people by one person, but now he is different. After the sub-demon virus entered his bloodstream, it also had a certain degree of transformation effect on his body, even if he did not activate the state of the battle armor, with his physical body, he also had more motor nerves and reflexes than ordinary people, if it was just an opponent of the level of street gangsters, it would not be a problem for ten or twenty to be on it together.

This, of course, is the optimistic aspect. At worst, he can no longer be defined as a pure human being.

The rest of the people in the bar had already gotten far away, and even the good ones kept a safe distance, hiding behind cover and taking out their phones to take pictures and videos. For ordinary citizens, this is not a scene that can be seen every day - a teenager who looks like a high school student fights a dozen strong men, and beats the gang to the ground with all kinds of flashy moves and moves that seem to only appear in action movies, and the scene is very exciting.

While Eric slammed a chained boy on a table with an over-the-shoulder throw, another strong man had smashed half of the bottle on the edge of the table behind him, and rushed towards him with red eyes.

But before the benevolent brother could rush in front of his target, someone tripped under his feet, and a dog gnawed mud and fell to the floor.

Eric glanced sideways, and saw that the silver-haired woman who was supposed to be the protagonist of the farce had already drunk the glass of wine in her hand and joined in, as if she was still moving.

The brother who had tripped over got up, as if he felt that he had been embarrassed and thrown to his grandmother's house just now, and his brain was hot in annoyance, and he rushed at this beautiful woman waving a broken wine bottle.

The silver-haired woman only smiled faintly at the face of this powerful beast. She looked casual and deftly sideways to avoid the half-cracked beer bottle, her slender legs suddenly bounced up, and she quickly kicked the opponent's chest and lower abdomen twice, shocking the man to open his mouth and spurt out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground on his back.

"Huh." Without looking back, Eric knocked off a man behind him with an elbow strike, and said, "I can fight quite well." ”

The addition of this woman brought the already unsuspenseful battle to a more swift end, and Eric observed that the woman's combat power was completely below his own, and she clearly had not yet shown her real skills. He tentatively estimated that if she faced each other one-on-one, she might not be her match - by which, of course, without using her armor.

The battle was quickly resolved, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. After all, it's not a big deal to watch the excitement, and they are very happy to see these unstoppable gangsters eating deflated.

But these are none of their business after all, and after watching the excitement, the beaten gangsters also staggered away with their tails between their legs, and the onlookers dispersed. And Eric was just looking for someone to vent his anger on his itchy hands, and after the fight, he returned to his position and continued to drink his wine.

Unfortunately, the glass of wine he hadn't finished drinking just now seemed to have been caught up in the battle, and by this moment the glass had been smashed into pieces on the ground, mixed into the pile of liquid on the floor, which I didn't know if it was blood or something, which was still a little distressing.

A goblet with a cocktail was pushed down the bar in front of him.

It was the silver-haired woman who had just sat down next to Eric, looking at him with interest.

"I'll ask for this cup, it's counted as a thank you gift just now."

Her voice was as crisp as a silver bell, and unlike the impression given by her appearance, it sounded more like a flower girl.

Looking at this woman up close for the first time, Eric realized that if she looked closely, she didn't look very old, and her delicate and beautiful face still had a little girlish immaturity, but the pair of sapphire eyes were too deep, coupled with her mature dress and cold aura, it left that impression.

On closer inspection, she looks no more than in her early twenties.

Eric smiled: "Even so, you can handle it yourself, it seems that I am completely nosy." ”

"It doesn't matter, does it?" The girl took a sip of her cocktail and said, "Actually, you're just looking for a fight, right?" ”

"Huh." Eric smiled, "Why do you think that?" ”

The girl also smiled lightly: "Because to be honest...... Sometimes I am, too. ”

The two looked at each other and laughed at each other.

"I see." "You're an interesting guy, too." ”

"Each other, each other."

"May I ask where you're from?" Eric asked, "You don't sound like a local." ”

The girl thought for a moment and said, "If you have to say it...... I'm always on the move because of my work, and I don't have a permanent place to live. ”

"Sounds mysterious, you know it's going to be more interesting, right?"

"yes, but I recommend that you don't ask." The girl took another sip of her glass and shrugged, "You won't want to know." ”

"yes, then I won't ask. Speaking of which, I don't know what you call it. "My name is Eric, Eric Charlotte. ”

The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment.

"Ruth." She finally spoke, "Just call me Ruth." ”