After agreeing with Jimmy to join the Academy, Eric says goodbye to Nick and returns to Manhattan.

Now he was fine, sitting in the taxi back to the office, squinting his eyes and resting and pondering things, until the car gradually stopped, and there was an unusual movement in front of him, and he was woken up.

"What's going on?" Eric opened his eyes and asked the driver.

"Shootout." The driver was concise and to the point.

About one hundred and fifty yards ago, a group of black-clad bodyguards guarded a bulletproof RV and retreated, and although they were outnumbered, they were killed by a strange man with a metal arm.

Alvarosel. Wayne. Tistanik is the man who was guarded in the bulletproof car, a financial tycoon whose name rarely appears in magazines like Forbes or Vanity Fair, but who has had a significant impact on the world's financial world, and whose insurance company was about to embark on an impeachment campaign against his current administration after losing so much money in the recent attacks that he was passing through the city encountered the biggest crisis of his life.

"Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to leave first." His most loyal assistant shouted through the window, the man's face stained with blood, splashed from his companion's body.

"No, he's coming at me, and I can't leave you behind." Tistanic's old face was full of determination, and his eyes were very sad. These faithful young guards were not outsiders he had paid for, but had been raised over the years by adopting orphans, each one like his son and nephew, who was now slaughtered like chickens by that man.

The financial tycoon, who has always believed that money is power, felt that his money was so useless in the face of violence, and he was about to order all the evacuation, when he was stunned to see a red rain on the assistant's head outside the car window, and blood and brains fluttered on the glass, blurring his vision.

"Come on, come and kill me!" Tistanic shouted, knowing he couldn't be spared, so he ignored the driver's obstruction. Pushing open the door and getting out of the car, it was already a bloody storm outside, the young men he knew had all fallen, and when the metal-armed monster killed the last bodyguard who was dying in a pool of blood, he pointed his gun at Tistanick.

The financial tycoon looked at the assassin and looked into the distance, as dusk approached, the setting sun lit up the heavens and the earth red, and the highway was full of cars a hundred yards away, but no one dared to come up to stop him.

He instantly figured out why he was attacked. But at this point it is irretrievable. Tistanic exhaled a hollow breath and looked straight at the strange man.

"Bang!"

A bullet shot out of the muzzle, and for a moment Tistanic almost felt his sight catch its tail flame, the metal bullet heading straight to his forehead with a brilliant firelight.

Then the unthinkable happened, and it stopped before my eyes.

"Sir?" The driver got out of the car at some point, he ran in front of Tistanic with a pistol in his hand, and saw the bullet that was flying in front of his eyebrows, and quickly moved the person away for a moment, and then looked at the way the bullet came. The metal-armed freak didn't care to assassinate his target again, and he got into a fight with a man he knew a little familiar.

It may not be quite correct to say that it is a hit.

Because only the weirdo is doing it himself, although he does everything in his power to inflict fatal damage on the other party. But I can't even touch the corners of the other party's clothes.

The one who fights the weirdos is, of course, Eric.

Eric gets out of the taxi and follows the gunshot, then sees a killing poke unfold in front of him, and when the final target appears, he rescues people from under the bullets. So the strange people who felt wrong attacked him.

Leaving behind the useless firearm, the weirdo wields a metal arm and uses it as a weapon. The cold light flickered in the air, drawing silver shadows.

Eric is neither fast nor slow, but he can avoid his opponent's attacks every time, no matter what kind of feints or tricks the opponent makes, he is not fooled, but takes advantage of the opponent's exhaustion, using the approach of his feet to force the opponent to retreat in a hurry.

This is the time the strange man encounters this situation, he is a top assassin, his body is close to the pinnacle of the human race, he has killed countless dignitaries, but today he is completely unpleasing in front of Eric, his cold and calm eyes gradually become confused, and after a while, he found an opportunity to break away from the battlefield, jumped out and jumped over the roof of the car to escape.

"Sir, you should catch him." The driver was relieved when he saw the assassin slip away and shouted at Eric.

"I'm not a police officer." Eric shrugged, he was simply interested in the man's arm, a piece of metal that could partially isolate his senses, and saving people was only incidental.

Tistanic stopped the driver's complaints, and he tentatively asked Eric, "Mr. Eric?" ”

Eric was about to leave when he nodded when he heard his inquiry.

Tistanic's face twitched a few times, then he smiled, and at this moment he finally found a lifesaver.

Soon after, the car turned around and headed for New York, and as for the dead on the ground, Tistanic had already handed over to his men, who had heard the noise, and although he seemed a little cold, he had to protect himself.

"I'm good friends with Bill, the chairman of the hearing committee, and I've heard him talk about you." Asked Eric to get in the car, Tistanic first introduced, and then without waiting for Eric to ask, he told himself the inside story of today's assassination. "Mr. Eric, who was born yesterday, is an eyewitness, but I don't think you know the inside story, and I believe this inside story is the reason why I was assassinated today."

Eric took the wine handed over by the master and asked curiously, "Is it related to the Ten Rings Gang?" ”

"It doesn't matter at all." Tishtanic smiled wryly. "It's not a shallow relationship with the country."

He continued.

Not long ago, he felt that there were large-scale organized capital flows in the financial market and the international oil market, which was extremely unusual for a financial tycoon who was a top person in the industry, and he was sensitive to the fact that there would be a big event, but he didn't expect that the big thing would be born in the local territory, and it would cause him heavy losses from the beginning.

"The stock market was temporarily suspended yesterday afternoon, and the financial sector was hit hard in the first hour after the resumption of trading this morning, especially the insurance sector, which suffered huge losses in this attack. As far as I know, a month ago, a large amount of unsolicited money began to short stock indexes, and several buildings in the Manhattan area bought $3 billion in insurance from major insurance companies a month and a half ago, with a compensation clause for "terrorism" damages, and the sum insured amounted to 7 billion. It's extraordinary. If it weren't for the accidental collision between the Green Goblin and a second plane passing through New York, I think it would have been for those highly-insured buildings. Tistanike spoke of this with hatred, and it was from these clues that he felt that there was something else hidden in the matter.

"It's possible." Eric felt the same way when he saw the plane crash into the building, and in fact he had guessed that the plane's destination was Wall Street or Liberty Island, either a barometer of the American economy and a sign of the American spirit, and it would have been justified to attack either. But now it seems that it has a more realistic purpose, and that is money.

But in this way, a hidden conspiracy is outlined, and the breadth of its implications and impact are shocking.

"What does Mister Tistannik want me to do?" Eric asked, shaking the wine in his glass. "I'm neither a member of Congress nor a seat-sitting official, and I don't have a way to do justice for you."

"What I need now is not justice, but safety." Tishtannik drank the wine from the glass in one gulp, and his pale face was flushed by the stimulation of the alcohol. "Today's assassination has completely sobered me up, wealth does not really make me safe, I can have a strong man as an ally."

"This is not a terrorist incident, this is a secret war. Those who are hiding behind the scenes are waging war against the financial world under the guise of foreign forces, and we will not be charged and will not be willing to suffer losses! If they want us to go bankrupt, we're going to finish with the country! Tistanico dropped the glass and looked at Eric with burning eyes.

Eric smiled faintly and clasped his hands together.

After some conversation, Eric sent Tishtannik back to the heavily guarded private castle, and now that the news of the financial tycoon's assassination attempt had spread, the mastermind behind the assassination would not risk the assassination again, and he could stay at home and command remotely, while Eric would help him when the time was right.

"One is the military-industrial interest group, the other is the financial interest group, they are like the left hand and the right hand have hatred, so they pick up the sledgehammer and beat the chest desperately. Anyway, it's not us who hurts, we just have to knock it down. "Realizing this, Eric already has the consciousness to make a hammer.

Although it is inevitable to suffer losses in the knocking, what is there in the world that can be obtained without risking?

The more chaotic the world, the safer the mutants will be, the effect of a paper agreement is not worth the puff of someone with a heart, now it is just a temporary peace, rather than waiting for the crisis to come, it is better to take advantage of the opportunity when it comes, so as to obtain the greatest benefits.

Thinking all the way, Eric entered the office.

"Hello, Ban." Eric says hello to the doorman, and Ben brings a business card.

"Mr. Eric, a Phil agent from the Bureau of Homeland Affairs came to you this morning, and he wants to make an appointment to meet you."

Eric looked at his business card, which read: "Phil. Colson. ”

"Why not call it Aegis." Eric muttered to himself. "Still, it's coming." (To be continued!)

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