After entertaining the visitors, Eric went to the top floor alone. He sat on the suspended seat, looked out the window at the moonlight and pondered for a moment before proceeding to execute the predetermined plan.

Maybe it's been too cozy lately, and that's not good. A peaceful society is like a pool of stagnant water, always rejecting people from thousands of miles away, and only in turbulent situations can the value of mutants be revealed.

Therefore, he wants to stage a good show of resurrection of the armor machine for people on this night.

With a twist of thought, the suspended seat floated away from the ground with Eric, and the entire building changed silently, helping him climb to the peak little by little, waiting for the strength to accumulate to the extreme, and then suddenly projected into the distance.

Explore the Space Corporation, the sixth test site.

The once-hectic test site is now in ruins, with potholes and destroyed parts strewn everywhere that was the result of a recent attack that not only destroyed Discovery's cutting-edge products, but also sent the company's top brass and a group from the Defense Department to hell.

The incident was so loud that it ended in a hurry, and an invisible force bounced the matter down, and the public was attracted to the mutant hearing without even having time to pay attention.

But after all, there are many people who have died, and their families will not come out of their grief so quickly, especially the innocent test pilot, whose beloved wife is even more distressed.

At this moment, she was dressed in black, and knelt in front of the torn armor for a long time, ignoring the mud on the ground, and sobbed quietly.

"Let's go, ma'am." An old soldier stood behind the woman and sighed helplessly. "Captain Curtis is a good soldier, and we are sad to lose him."

His words were difficult to convince the surviving person, because her heart was not only sad, but also resentful that she could not avenge her husband.

"It's enough for me to be sad myself, I just hope you can bring the gangsters to justice." Mrs. Curtis held back tears and said in a trembling voice.

Her request was reasonable, and unfortunately the veteran could not do it.

"There is no evidence that Osborne orchestrated the attack, and they have encountered similar incidents before, presumably by other hostile forces." The old soldier sighed.

Mrs. Curtis couldn't help but be confused when she heard him say this. She was just an ordinary housewife, she didn't have much knowledge, and the things about Osborne were hearsay, and now when she heard the explanation of her husband's former boss, she only felt that there was shady everywhere, and she didn't know who to trust. The thought of having no one to rely on from now on, and not knowing what kind of hardships she would face in the future, she couldn't help but sobbed again.

"Let's go, ma'am." The old soldier was once again patiently persuaded. "Disaster has already happened, we must always face it, and everything will pass."

"My husband is here, where are you going for me?" Still, Mrs. Curtis eventually got to her feet with the help of the veteran.

"You still have a daughter, and she needs you more." The veteran can only impress her with children.

"Let me take another look at Pocky." Mrs. Curtis pushed the old soldier away, and took a deep look at the last time her husband had flown in his life, and she bent down and touched the torn helmet with her smooth forehead, just as she had done every morning before her husband went out.

The figure faded away, and a tear with residual warmth remained on the cold helmet.

Now, the sixth test site was dark again, and every qiē seemed to have turned into nothingness, and all the sounds were far away from the place, as if no one had set foot on it all along.

In the silence, the armor shuddered and frightened a rat trying to approach it.

Then, on the torn helmet, two small red lights gradually lit up.

Outside the test site, the guards were chatting boredly.

"That's the end of it?" A stout black man asked. "There were a lot of deaths that day, and I saw with my own eyes that bodies were brought out of the observation bunker, and none of them were intact, and it was a terrible scene."

"What could they be worse off than a pilot?" The Hispanic guard next to him replied disdainfully. "When I got to the scene, I heard someone ask where the test pilot was, and guess what the coroner said---- he was all over the place."

This answer was very vivid, and the black man thought about that kind of picture for a while, and suddenly he felt like he was going to vomit, and he hurriedly snorted, spit out his saliva, and relieved the depression in his chest and abdomen.

"Well, let's talk about something else, let's talk about armor, I heard that the Ministry of Defense still values it, it can bring a lot of income to the company, and hopefully we will get a raise then." The black man decided to change the subject, but he had limited knowledge and eventually went back to what had happened recently.

"Go dream." Companion teased. "Just that weird-looking guy, who looks like a grasshopper......"

"And it will fly ......," the black man muttered.

"yes, it can fly." His companion lengthened his voice and let out a snort a puff of laughter, and was about to say something more, when he saw the black man's eyes look straight past him, his eyes widening and widening, and his mouth wide open.

"There's still a red light in his eyes......" said the black man dreamily, and his companion finally reacted, and with a sharp turn of his head, a huge grasshopper-like machine slowly came out of the darkness.

"The armor has been resurrected." When the black man finally spoke his verdict in full, the Hispanic guard screamed loudly and rushed to the table and pulled down the alarm with all his might.

A high-pitched and poignant sound immediately pierced the calm night sky.

Soon after the alarm was issued, the entire adjacent area was in an uproar, and as the guards moved, all kinds of news began to spread outward, and the first contact was a nearby high-end residence.

Turn on the bedside light with one hand, then press and hold the non-stop phone and pull the receiver to your side.

"What's wrong, you have to call so late." A man was lying on the bed with a deep sense of sleep, he was the head of the Discovery Space Company at this time, and he was going to be perfunctory, but the next moment he jumped up in shock.

"Impossible!" The man was fully conscious, and he shouted loudly with his head pulled at his head. "There's only one destroyed prototype armor there, are you sure you're not talking in a dream?"

After receiving the reply, he was stunned for a moment, then picked up the microphone again.

"I'll come over here, and you go check on the other one. Right away! ”

On this night, the citizens of the western suburbs of New York passed by in a frenzied formation of police cars, flashing their lights and pulling up their sirens to swagger through the city, desperately rushing out of the city, and the reporters were very excited to receive the clues, and rushed to the test site that had just had an accident like sharks that had seen blood, and soon they felt that the trip was worthwhile.

In the flickering lights, the flying armor that Captain Curtis had piloted at the end staggered in front of everyone.

"Stand back, stand back." The police continued to shoot at the torn armor, and the bullets rained down on its body and bounced off again, but it had no effect at all, so they had to hide behind the police car for a while.

The footsteps rang loudly, and the broken armor followed the fleeing police, pounced on them, the armor was tall and long, and chased it to the side of the police car in a few steps, and then curled up and hit it hard.

Even if it was damaged, the armor weighed as much as a long ton, and when it let go of its body and smashed it down, the police car was immediately crushed, and with a tooth-aching sound, the police officers hiding behind the car flew out sideways in the impact.

"Bang!" "Bang! With two loud bangs in a row, the armor stood up, slammed the front of the car with a fist, sparkled the front of the car, and then kicked the wreckage of the police car and walked outside.

"What the hell is this?" The sheriff dropped the empty pistol, wiped his head in a cold sweat and questioned the person in charge of the aerospace company, but the person in charge didn't know anything, he had just arrived from home, and he was completely stunned when he looked at the crazy unmanned armor, and he was desperately grabbed by the sheriff for a long time before he reacted.

"Flying armor, it's flying armor." The person in charge replied in a panic.

"Then shut it down immediately, and it will kill all my men!" Hearing the answer, the sheriff became even more annoyed, and he guessed that it was these guys who caused the trouble, and if it was possible, he really wanted to pull out his gun and kill this man first.

"There's no remote control, it needs to be driven, it has to be someone in there to start." The person in charge looked at the armor in horror, and through the broken cracks and hollows, there was no one inside.

He suddenly remembered the bloody scene, and an indescribable horror welled up in his heart.

"He was resurrected, he was resurrected." The person in charge lost his mind and screamed, and the sheriff gave him two hard slaps, pushing him to the ground.

Now the armor has broken out of the encirclement of the police, and in front of him are media reporters and bold do-gooders.

Under the continuous light of the flashing lights, the armor waved its steel arm, and a strong man who was closest flew out like a kite with a broken string, and slammed into the overturned police car, the broken bones pierced the muscles and exposed, and the blood immediately stained his white shirt.

The armor didn't stop, and then grabbed the neck of a man who wanted to escape, lifting him off the ground. Its power was so great that the man kicked and punched desperately, but to no avail, and soon his face was red, his limbs hung limply, and a stream of fishy liquid trickled down his trousers. By the time the armor threw him away, the man had only half a life left.

The sheriff ran over from afar, narrowly catching the man who was almost strangled to death, although he had always been known for his strong wrist strength in the New York police circles, but this save paralyzed half of his body, and now that he was completely conscious, this damn armor was no match for humans, and he immediately beckoned his men to get out of the way and let the iron demon out.

Don't have any more unnecessary casualties and let the military take care of it. While instructing his men to report the situation to the top, he followed behind the armor and shouted at the reporters and civilians to evacuate on both sides.

The crowd parted like a tidal wave, like Moses parting the Red Sea, and the head of the armor flashed red, and the faint green smoke was emitting from his body, and he walked all the way forward over the path of the crowd in full view of everyone.

"Woo ----", the moment through the crowd, an indescribable excitement encouraged the manipulator, the armor raised its head, and a loud hiss came out of the deformed speaker.

The hiss echoed through the night sky for a long time above West New York.

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