The day's commotion did not disappear when fifteen spiders were swept away, and Lancer, who had been affected by the Green Goblin, was red-eyed, and after destroying the Metallurgical Research Institute, he continued on his way, destroying several more buildings, and the fire spread, red light and smoke could be seen for miles. The police who rushed to hear the news could not do anything about it, and after suffering the loss, they had to urgently call for help from their superiors, and in the process, some capable people in the vicinity rushed to try to stop the atrocities of the liquid metal killer with their own strength, but no one, including the heroes who had been known before, could do it, at most only to delay the murderer's footsteps.

For ordinary New Yorkers, the information given on the TV screen about this Latvian villain and the speculation of experts do not matter, they only know one thing, after the Green Goblin, another level of criminal was born.

For this, some people are nervous, some people laugh.

"It was a lucky day." Outside the live TV room, the supervisor lightly turned his fat body and frothed at the mouth to teach his employees. "Do a good job, boys, if you are so expected every day, I will guarantee you a promotion and a salary increase at the end of the year."

Believe it or not, the employees replied loudly, and then a barrage of good news came.

"It's fifty in the ratings!" A middle-aged man blushed and waved the fax in his hand.

"Well done." The director was full of praise.

"The hotline is full, and the audience is asking for more clarity in the live broadcast." The customer service department also conveyed the request.

"Then go and kick the ass in front of you and get the photographer closer." The supervisor danced with his hands.

"The pheasant company called and asked for the entire advertising time." The advertising department's submission was the most practical, but the supervisor didn't read it and threw it into the waste bin.

"To hell with them." The supervisor cocks up his finger and admonishes the employee. "Our prime time is for big companies like Coca-Cola and IBM, and the unit price is increased by another 2oo percent, telling them if they like it."

The media frenzy soon took its toll on the audience, with a bank clerk finishing a day's work and about to take a taxi home when all the usual yellow beetles disappeared. It took a lot of effort to find one on the side of a nearby alley, and when he opened the door and sat in, he realized that the driver had no intention of moving the car at all, and was engrossed in watching the report on the car TV.

"What is this?" The clerk curiously pointed to the screen and asked, above a young man was beaten backwards by the special service team with a large-caliber firearm, and the bullets tore large silver holes in his body, but these large wounds healed almost in a blink of an eye, and then he stretched out his index finger and shook it contemptuously, and rushed to the front again to cut the police to the head.

"It's a silver ghost." The driver didn't look away, and casually replied with the name given to the monster by the reporter in front of him.

It's a fitting name. The liquid metal was pierced and deformed by the bullets, but it was never really knocked down, and Lancer became more aware of his body during the battle, so his threat increased greatly, and he no longer resisted the bullets to move forward, although they could not damage him, but they could use kinetic energy to push him away. Recognizing this, he began to take advantage of the terrain and obstacles, constantly avoiding the blows of weapons. Close the distance between yourself and your opponents.

It was only a matter of time before he broke out of the encirclement, as long as he was in the police ranks, and what awaited him would be the pleasure of killing - the thought of this made Lancer and the green shadow in his heart laugh wildly at the same time.

The police chief, who was present at the scene to command, also recognized this. He ordered his men to fight and retreat, wanting to lure the Silver Ghost to the open area to concentrate their firepower and wait for stronger men to deal with the criminals. But just as he was about to evacuate, Lancer turned into a liquid. Flowing from the ground like a spring, it jumped up from under several police cars and stabbed the two policemen next to the chief into meat skewers.

"Be careful!" Although I heard the warning from my subordinates. But Director George. Running out of options, Stacey mustered up the last of his courage to fire at Lancer, knocking holes in his upper body.

"Duh", ignoring the threat of the pistol, two long shiny silver cones pierced the shoulders of the chief George, pinning him firmly to the car.

Lancer jumped on the front of the car, and now that the important hostage was in his hands, he could do whatever he wanted.

He laughed a few times, and the sharp nails brushed George's forehead, scraping the skin of his face.

"Don't", seeing that George was in danger, a girl rushed out of the police and yelled at Lancer, hoping that he would let George go.

"Go back, Gwen!" The director heard his daughter's voice and struggled desperately.

It was a beautiful girl with a golden ponytail, about the same age as Harry, and Lancer looked at her for a moment, the green light in her eyes flashed a few times, and then suddenly let go of George and jumped over, knocking the girl to the ground in full view of everyone.

That's right, it's her. The liquid metal man leaned on the girl's neck and took a few deep breaths, confirming his memory.

"Welcome to my world, little princess......"

At this time, the one who dominated the liquid body changed to another soul, and he was completely awakened by the memories of the past, the shadow that had appeared at the drinking party had passed in front of him, but the clumsy son had not been able to grasp it, and now he had become a different person, and had come back to the girl.

The familiar characters made him find the joy of life again, and now he was free and completely free.

Forcing away the angry policeman, his body slowly changed, and soon he turned into an eight-legged monster lying on top of the girl, supporting his body with three soles of his feet, four arthropod claws encircled the girl's hands and feet, and the other one was idle, and it turned into an evil hook, with a cold and sharp breath stretched out from his slippery waist and swam all the way.

"I should warn you, the first experience, maybe a little bit ...... Confusion ......"

Norman's expression appeared on Lancer's face, and the camera faithfully recorded this scene, and just as people were about to sigh for Gwen's fate, a ray of light flew through the space from a distance, and slammed into Norman's face with great force, and the liquid metal head was immediately burst into a large hole, with only a little silver flesh connected to the neck, barely preventing his head from falling.

The camera swerves, and Eric's figure appears in the shot.

Not long ago, the police officially asked the office for help, and the teachers and students who got the news did not bother to receive the remaining reporters, and immediately rushed over, and Eric was the first to arrive at the scene and save Gwen from the crazy Lancer.

Falling from the air, Eric threw a piece of clothing at Gwen, then reached forward, and before he could revert to his original form, the metal man's chest exploded as if it had been bombarded by a cannonball.

"Awesome! It's a mutant! The commentator in the live broadcast room shouted excitedly, he had been suppressed for too long just now, and now he could finally cheer for justice.

He cheered loudly, and the audience who couldn't watch the live broadcast with their own eyes at the moment listened to the voice, and couldn't help but scold angrily, what has changed, why don't you talk about it in detail?

The narrator seemed to hear the people's dissatisfaction, and after recovering from the joy, he hurriedly explained to them, listening to his description, people seemed to see how the mutant hero was so happy to fight Frankenstein.

In fact, at this moment, the Lancer wolf is completely penetrated, his metal body is completely penetrated by the magnetic field, and Eric can completely control his life and death. If you want him to be round, if you want him to be flat, you will be flat, but for some reason it didn't really put him in a desperate situation, but the ** blows continued, which made him extremely painful.

The skin on the surface had been cracked countless times, and the bones would have been ground to ash if not made of liquid metal, and every time the man reached out and pressed it in the air, Lancer's body would crumble and shatter as if it had been slammed with a sledgehammer. In the eyes of onlookers, this is the power of mutants, and what nearly a hundred police officers failed to do, Eric did it alone.

Another blow sent Lancer like a bundle of straw into the burning building, and this time he couldn't come out again for a long time. After seeing his tragic appearance, the police regained their confidence, and now they felt that their opportunity had come, and they surrounded him with weapons without asking Eric's opinion.

It's a pity that no matter how down, Lancer is not an ordinary person can match, after a few exclamations, the policemen who had just approached the fire retreated like frightened quails, and then a huge figure appeared in front of people, Lancer absorbed the metal in the ruins, let them wrap themselves, the upper body is like half a taro, countless folds on the skin layer upon layer, the lower body is like a beard full of bristles, a hard thorn on the slender worm whiskers squirm slightly, when it stands up, it can be from the ground to the ceiling, Knock the burnt bricks and stones above you into the dust.

At the top of the metal troll, a face, with blurred eyebrows, had both Lancer's features and Norman's demeanor, looking down at the crowd below, and the troll let out a hoarse roar.

This power was learned by Lanther from his own creator, and he had the magnetic power given by Eric in his body, which could perform some simple operations to attach the scattered metal to himself, but this method had no effect, Eric smiled and waved his hand, his seemingly strong body was scattered, and the disintegrating metal fragments were scattered all over the ground, and a thin figure appeared in front of people again.

At this time, John and the others also arrived, they took the initiative to approach the enemy, and there was no need for Eric to do it again, and then the young man would teach this man a good lesson, and soon in the midst of fire and ice, Lancer was crushed by the punch of the steeled Pete, and turned into a puddle of waste liquid and flowed into the sewers. (To be continued!)

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