After completing the mission, Zhenma. Simmons returned to the local branch, and it took another hour for Fitz to rush back from outside.

By this time, all the powers that Eric had given him were gone, but the superhero felt so amazing that the rookie agent still couldn't shake off the excitement, and he was dancing to explain to his friends what happened after they left, not paying any attention to what Simmons was busy in the lab.

"You know what, it's amazing, I never thought I'd be able to fly into the sky, just like Spider-Man and Iron Man, I now understand why superheroes have to run in the sky every day, that condescending look down is so shocking, it's just like God." Following Simmons, Fitz said happily, unaware that he had several shades of lipstick marks on his cheeks, and that Gemma didn't have to look closely to know what he had encountered.

"It's coming!" Fitz nodded without thinking, he was an inexperienced young man, usually focused on studying technology, and occasionally a little dull was forgiven.

What's more, he has extenuating circumstances.

"Jane is a university teacher, specializing in astrophysics, she has invented a lot of instruments for measuring space rays, this time she didn't have enough money to come out to work as a photographer, we exchanged a lot of ideas about mechanical design, and she invited me to participate in the New Mexico expedition, but unfortunately I had to refuse the mission. Another girl, Daisy, is her student majoring in social sciences in college, and she wanted to earn a few credits with Jane, but she almost lost her life, as well as her newly bought iPad...... She was so pestering that I promised to download the music video of the song to her before escaping back. That's right. What about Eric? ”

After a long time of nagging, the excited rookie realized that his most important target was missing.

"He went out and walked around alone." Simmons replied casually, and at the same time asked the more energetic boy to carry a petri dish over.

"You just let him out?" Holding the experimental equipment, Fitz was dumbfounded.

"What can I do to put him in a cell?" Simmons wiped the fine sweat from his head and asked rhetorically. "Don't forget, he's a veteran of S.H.I.E.L.D., and he has saved America's superheroes, and Director Fury doesn't dare to make excessive demands, how can I stop him."

This rhetorical question is very powerful. Fitz was speechless.

It was only after a while that he noticed a few test tubes that Simmons had in his hand.

"What is this?" He asked.

"Mr. Eric's blood." Jenma replied that she wasn't interested in Fitz's experience, but frowned at the mention of it. "He was dormant when he suddenly appeared at the Energy Research Institute, and the bureau had wanted to draw some blood for research work, but there was a strange energy on his body that formed a protective layer, and the people at the Medical Research Institute couldn't do anything about him, so they couldn't succeed, and when I came back today, I asked Mr. Eric for help, and he readily agreed. I am now conducting preliminary research. ”

"Isn't this kind of thing supposed to be handed over to the bureau?". Fitz muttered.

"I've handed it in, it's my private collection." Zhenma winked playfully.

"That's not good......" the boy hesitated.

"Fitz, if we don't, we don't have a chance. I just want super soldiers, but think about it. In addition to being the most powerful superpower of all time, there are many peculiarities about him. For example, he disappeared twice but came back safely both times, seventy years have passed without any aging, and he is more magical than Captain Rogers. If we can find something in his genes, we will surely benefit all mankind. Zhenma said in an accentuated tone, raising a thick eyebrow at Fitz.

Then she clapped her hands. As if she suddenly remembered something, she took out another needle and drew blood from this colleague, and she also wanted to study the physical condition of the new hero, Mr. Fitz, as a comparison.

The two rookies worked on the side, and in the band invisible to the naked eye, Eric's blood glowed faintly in the transparent glass tube.

At this time, Eric was walking down the street. His strength has long been in harmony with his body, so he doesn't worry at all that his blood will be used by S.H.I.E.L.D. for any special use, even if the laboratory uses high-frequency rays, it can break through the extracellular defenses, a little weaker will not work, and if it is a little stronger, the blood will evaporate, this is just a casual response to their curiosity, lest some people always follow behind sneakily pondering.

At night, Uptown Manhattan is brightly lit with traffic, and to the south, it is a bleak and congested traffic, and it is a chaotic place in the middle of a busy area, where countless evils are born in the shadows every day, especially after 116th Street, and the security of the area near the black community is particularly bad.

Like at this moment, a group of people scuffled and chased from the alley in the distance, passing Eric and squeezing into another alley.

The man in the blue striped T-shirt who was being chased felt a little familiar, so he followed him slowly into the depths of the alley.

"Damn Flint, you're finally out of jail, now tell me, where is our money?" A short-haired man yelled angrily at the blue striped man with a gun.

"The money was taken away by the police, you know." Surrounded by Flint, he replied calmly.

"Of course, I saw it. But I don't understand why you stopped then, I've already started the car, why don't you fucking get in the car! Why not get on the bus! The short hair roared angrily as he smashed it down with his grip, knocking Flint, who was held down by his men, to the point of blood all over his face.

That is God's will. When you threw the money bag you snatched, my gun went off, and the bullet almost hit the old man who was robbed of the car by us, I thought he was dead, but the bullet stopped in mid-air, it must be God's will, I can't disobey it. In the face of the pistol, Flint did not dare to resist but defended himself, although his words sounded unconvincing, but his expression was very sincere.

The short hair was immediately laughed at by the ex-accomplice.

"God saved the old man, so you just stayed and let the police arrest him, and then went to jail for a year?" He shook his head, the pistol was pointed at Flint's forehead again, and the burly man in the blue horizontal striped T-shirt sensed that something was wrong, so he struggled desperately, and the black youths on either side barely held him down, leaving him half-kneeling on the ground.

"I don't care what your reason is, I just want money. Since you don't have any money, let God save you, Flint! After saying coldly, the short hair pulled the trigger.

There was a flash of fire in the darkness, and bullets flew out of the chamber of the gun, shooting towards Flint's forehead as he struggled to dodge.

In the distance, Eric smiled, and he finally remembered who this man was - saving the old janitor. When Parker was in the day, one of the carjackers was Flint, and the mastermind was the short-haired man who shot the gun.

I didn't expect to see them after so long, and since I met them, I couldn't help but intervene.

An invisible force surged up, holding up the deadly murder weapon flying in the air.

At the same time, the strong Flint burst out with the last of his strength, finally broke free from the control of others, and turned around and ran desperately towards the other side of the alley.

He ran so fast that he didn't even have time to look back at where the bullet had landed, but he was bent on running for his life, and his figure quickly disappeared into the dark alley.

Hopefully, this time he won't have bad luck falling into a molecular crusher at a research institute and accidentally transforming into a sandman.

Eric strolled to the short-haired man with a pistol, and the ruthless criminal was stiff, his eyes were rolling around, and he kept his shooting posture unchanged, but he couldn't move an inch of his arms, and could only look at his hands that were also fixed.

It wasn't until Eric walked up to them that they were horrified to discover that someone else existed.

"After being away for so long, a lot of things are different, maybe you can help." Eric smiled at the short-haired criminal, his eyes filled with a depth that sucked in his entire spirit like a bottomless black hole.

Soon, the short-haired man rolled his eyes tremblingly, and then saliva flowed uncontrollably, dripping all over his chest.

After forcibly searching the other man's brain memories, Eric withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes in thought for a moment, clapping his hands to make the other dejected accomplices stand up.

"Now go back to your home, get a good night's sleep, forget about what happened today, and feed yourself later." He casually ordered, and several young black men turned and walked out of the alley with glazed eyes.

When they came to the street and were blown by the cold wind, they regained their senses as if they were from a dream, and then without a word of conversation, they parted ways and left.

Eric didn't linger any longer, his figure flickered and disappeared into the alley, and when he reappeared, he was already at the top of the office building he had built.

Here a red-haired queen is waiting for him to return.

There was no applause and flowers, only a deep gaze.

Under the bright moonlight, Jean looked at him quietly, just like those nights we had spent together before, as if he had only left for a moment.

"You're late." The Phoenix Girl said, her slightly hoarse voice echoing softly in the hall on the top floor.

"There was an accident, but I promised you that no matter how twisty and confusing the road ahead, I would find the end in circles, and now I have done it." Eric smiled and walked over to Jean. Grey, stretch out her arms.

The dark fragrance floated, and the next moment Qin threw herself into his arms like a beautiful female leopard.

"I'm back, Jean." Eric whispered as he stroked his long coral-red hair. (To be continued......)