The Adirondack Mountains are magnificent in autumn, flying over patches of majestic verdant greenery, and following the rolling ridges, Eric and Warren reach the state's highest peak in the northeast of New York.

"Are you sure they're here?" Finally approaching his destination, Eric put Warren down, and he asked as he looked around for a moment.

Warren replied in the affirmative. It was the first time he had been carried in the sky by someone instead of a flying machine, and after getting used to his initial fear, he soon developed a feeling of envy, wishing that he too could transform into someone like Eric, who could fly high in the sky with his own strength.

It was a great feeling.

Looking down from the sky and embracing the earth unrestrained is the dream of every human being, and it is this dream that drives mankind to space.

As they sighed, a chipmunk tiptoed over their heads. Eric raised his head and followed in its footsteps, the dazzling green of the eyes, through the swaying leaves of the forest, the blue of thousands of miles above, and the long wind lifted the large clouds to stretch their beautiful posture, giving people a quiet reverie behind the flowing treetops.

They stood near the cliff, and a few steps forward could reveal a corner of the gray building hidden in the cascading field.

"The man who assassinated Tistanik yesterday came from here, and he is the common goal of all three of us." Warren's eyes sharpened. "The Doctor has been in contact with these people before, and in order to understand these people, he has spent a lot of effort and patience, so this secret base has appeared, and you can catch them all, not only to solve our threat, but also to complete the commission given to me by Tistanic."

"Yes, kill two birds with one stone." Eric smiled. When it comes to face-to-face contact, he only promises to protect the financier, but behind the scenes he also intends to play another role and move his body. By the way, these threats are swept away together.

"Here's what you're going to get, here's a miniature camera that can communicate encrypted signals back to New York in real time, and your new identity." Warren opened the bag he was carrying behind his back and pulled out the prepared items one by one.

Eric doesn't intend to show up as he is, the peace bill has just been enacted, and he doesn't want to focus on mutants anymore, financial tycoons are the perfect target, and it's better for them to take on their behalf. And he also needs to have a freer identity, understand that. Warren prepared a qiē for him.

Now, he just needs to play another person.

"Jerry. Rambo", Warren handed over a gray fighting suit and introduced him to the role he was going to play. "An old comrade-in-arms of a Vietnam veteran, a doctor, who was killed in a conflict on the way home from retirement, later became a mercenary and traveled all over the world."

"And now?" Eric changed his clothes and began to look at the life of Mr. Rambo.

"A year ago, he provoked the following people and suffocated them to death with mercury in a gasoline can. The doctor could only secretly collect his body. Warren said with affection that he could see his end from Rambo, and that in order to avoid this terrible end, he had to be closer to Eric.

"So I'm a ghost now?" Eric shrugged. "I love ghosts."

"You can take a nickname." Warren built yì.

Eric thought about it. I remembered myself when I was struggling in another world.

"Call him an Scourge."

As he spoke, his figure shook, and Eric disappeared into the boundless greenery beneath the cliff.

At the moment, in the private castle of Tistanic. A group of financial tycoons held goblets containing red liquid, Shi Shiran came to the screening room to turn on the satellite receiver, sat in front of the big screen and began to watch the live broadcast.

The first thing that catches your eye is the fast-moving scene. A gray figure rushed out of the cliff and swooped downward, and the tycoons were looking at the picture with full attention, and they felt as if they were in the scene when they were caught off guard, and they leaned back one after another, and the hearts of several people beat sharply.

The figure faced the ground, piercing through the strong mountain wind and plunging to the ground, and when the screen scene shook slightly, the tycoons realized that the man had landed safely.

"That's a hundred feet tall, isn't it?" After hastily calculating the landing time and approximate degree, one tycoon exclaimed.

"It's a good hire over there." The other tycoon said with a smile that they didn't know that this was Eric's incarnation, but had hired a mercenary through their business partner Stryker, who would fight the mutants to provide perfect protection for the financial tycoons.

Tistanic nodded, continuing to focus on the gray figure.

They watched as the figure hurried across the winding and rugged mountain road toward the gray building, passing several sentries in camouflage suits along the way, spurting blood from their throats before they could warn them.

The red blood mist flew up, and the tycoons couldn't help but lick their lips and drink the same color of the drink.

In the strong attack of the figures, before the main entrance of the base could be closed, it was quickly rushed through, and the militants in yellow and green uniforms inside rushed over one after another, pouring bullets at the people, but the man swept by, the long knife was waved at will, and the red flowers in full bloom continued to emerge, and every dead person who fell to the ground was stabbed in the forehead or throat, and in front of such a terrible opponent, the guns in their hands were completely useless.

The tycoons in the screening room were all frightened, many of them had been in the army and knew a little about fighting, but the sight of such an efficient killing poke would make them tremble even if they were well-informed.

With the help of the familiar terrain, some militants who were not afraid of death surrounded them, and suddenly more than a dozen people swarmed up, trying to squeeze the attackers in the middle, but the comers only waved their hands slightly, and an arc-shaped light knife slashed, and the three people staggered to the ground holding their necks.

Then the figure passed by the enemy on the opposite side, and at the same time the free hand pressed the enemy's head, and with a forceful wave, the enemy was involuntarily thrown out, and collided with the people who pounced on him, and before they could get up and stand up, a sharp long knife swept through the neck like a light wheel.

Immediately after, a stream of light exploded in the void, and the enemy, whether he wanted to retreat, hide, or escape from the base, could not escape the tracking of the figure, and in such a fierce struggle, he still maintained a good rhythm, looking at the past from the perspective of a bystander, the figure still had the strength to spare.

It wasn't until the base hall was in shambles, and no one dared to rush out of the stirred smoke, that the figure walked deeper.

As they passed over a floor-to-ceiling mirror, the tycoons finally saw the man's appearance.

It was a gray-clothed man, tightly wrapped from head to toe, only his face was exposed, he had the face of an ordinary middle-aged man, his figure was neither fat nor thin, his face was as angular as if it had been cut out of marble, and his black eyes were as calm as water.

"Who is he?" One of the tycoons asked, the moment leaving his mouth dry and he drank the bright red in his cup in one gulp.

Tistanic sent a message, which he replied after a while, squinting his eyes and reading:

"Acts of God."

"Who is he?" Deep in the base, a group of people were wailing. "Hurry up and call for help!"

Ever since they failed to assassinate Tistanic, they had expected that revenge would follow, but they didn't expect the other party to be able to figure out their base so quickly, and the person who came was not a mutant, but a skilled and agile assassin, which made it difficult for them to prepare some of the attacks against the weakness of the mutants' slow movements.

"Wake up the Winter Soldier!" Someone screamed as hard as he could, and his companion immediately responded.

The man with the metal arm was released and greeted the attackers by a large group of militants.

Eric held the long knife, a long-hidden love xù sprouted again, this is the joy of a struggle that has not been experienced for a long time, the smell of blood became slightly sweet at this moment, he seemed to return to the world of infinite danger, the weapon in his hand was like life, it was cheering, laughing silently for the coming war.

Walking through the base, there are occasional daring creatures with strange weapons trying to sneak up on him, but with the unique magnetic vision, no one can hide in front of Eric, and he wields a long knife in his footsteps, leaving a large blood trail behind him, until a closed protective door stands in front of him.

With a slash of the sword in both hands, a narrow and slender sword mark appeared on the specially made gate, and then two more slashes, and the staunch defender was useless. Eric shook his wrist, the sluggish blade sharpened again, and he stooped through the door with the joy he was about to reap.

The oncoming militants saw the attacker's expression at this moment, just like a herbivore seeing a prehistoric beast, and the chilling killing intent invisibly impacted over, making the most determined people shiver.

Eric's long knife flicked, and a wheel of light rushed to the opposite side with an afterimage.

Warren waited anxiously on the cliff, and the secret base hadn't changed since Eric entered. Although he knew that with Eric's strength he wouldn't be in too much trouble below, he was unwilling to take this risk, he and Stryker's fate was already tightly tied to Eric, and the fall of either side would greatly increase the pressure on the other, not to mention that his daughter was still with the mutants, assuming that something happened to the one below, he didn't dare to imagine if Christina would ever see him again in this life.

In this anxiety, he hid on the cliff and kept watching the time, while being careful to be vigilant about the movements around him, so as not to be seen by the sentinels who had slipped through the net, until an extremely slight movement startled him.

That's a short message.

It reads a bank transfer message, followed by a postscript: Mission accomplished, happy cooperation.

When he looked up in surprise and delight, Eric walked out of the base carrying an unconscious man with a hand and arm on his shoulder. (To be continued!)

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