Jennix glanced at the man in the red leather bodysuit, a disdainful smile flashing in his eyes. He turned to Demos abruptly, a mocking smile curling into his lips.

"Hah! I thought it was just a clown, but he even brought a circus! ”

The middle-aged man's tone was full of disdain and contempt, and listening to his tone, he didn't seem to pay attention to this group of people in red tights.

White Night shrugged, this is also normal, it is strange if the self-proclaimed noble heirs can look at the others.

"You're right, bro, it looks like this scene is going to get even better."

His brother, the strong man who was as tall as the ceiling, also looked at the men in the red leather tights, his eyes flashing with a hint of sarcasm.

But sarcasm to sarcasm, he still quietly rolled his eyes, looking at those who came suddenly.

Compared to his thin brother, although Demos was as strong as a wall, he had no more careful thoughts in his heart.

If you look closely, the people in the red tights stand silently in the cloning room, wearing silver helmets, each with a small antenna, which looks very special.

These helmets look more than just a simple decoration, but are full of technology and seem to have some kind of advanced function.

The design of the helmet is delicate and advanced, the silver surface reflects a faint light, and the small antenna seems to be a link to some invisible force. These people wear special red tights that hug their figures, revealing a design of great mechanical beauty.

The details of the red tights are very delicate, and there seems to be some kind of elastic material blended between the fabrics, making them appear flexible and uninhibited when moving. The overall design not only shows a sense of technology, but also retains practicality, giving people an efficient and powerful impression.

Demos glanced at a circle of people in red tights, his brow furrowed slightly, and a familiar feeling welled up in his heart. He always felt as if he had seen this uniform somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He tried to frown, trying to recall the relevant information, but the familiar impression was like an elusive smoke that made him elusive.

Demos's brain was racing, searching for the familiar clue.

Subtle wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were locked on the red tights. I tried hard to recall, but in the end I could only vaguely remember that I had seen such a uniform in some superhero organization.

"This uniform... It seems to have been seen somewhere. Dymos couldn't help but feel a little haunted in his heart, and he tried to dig deeper into his memories for clues about the uniform, but everything became blurry and hazy.

Perhaps, this is just a subtle psychological reaction, or perhaps, this uniform has really left traces in the memory of some corner and depth.

The multiple resurrections still caused his memory to be more or less lost, of course, this may be his brother, and it may be that Jennix is quietly making trouble

No matter!

Demos shook his head vigorously, pouring out the thoughts that had troubled him from his ears and eyes, and now thinking about them didn't help at all.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, he let out a deafening shout as he clenched his fists.

At the moment when those thick fingers came together, a powerful wind burst out from his fingertips, flowing like a torrent.

This strong wind is not only a demonstration of speed, but also a release of power, and the surrounding glass windows were shattered by this shock wave, like countless crystal fragments floating in the air. Glass shards rained down, and the inside and outside of the room suddenly became chaotic.

The power of this shock wave was unmatched, even the furniture in the room could not resist. The decorations on the walls were shaken to the ground, and the tiles on the floor were violently impacted.

The whole room seemed to have experienced a strong earthquake, and it was a mess.

Jennix, on the other hand, stared intently at the debris on the ground, and his face became extremely ugly. The mess in front of him and the shattered clone warehouse made him feel an unspeakable rage.

"You idiot! Do you know how much trouble you've caused to your family?! ”

He clearly felt intolerable for the sudden destruction caused by his brother. The Clone Warehouse is the core resource of the Heir Family, and the loss represented by these fragments will have an irreversible impact on the family's future hunting plans.

Although the technology of the cloning warehouse was completely in his head, and he could recreate a bunch of them at any time as long as he had the materials at hand, he still felt angry about this unnecessary large-scale loss.

In the face of Jennix's reproach, Demos did not show any signs of regret or apology, but instead maintained an indifferent expression and sneered: "Trouble? When did the heir ever fear trouble? ”

"Besides, why do you care so much about the little things compared to those special spider totems we've been pursuing?"

"Is it because you can only show your value in this kind of thing?"

"You!"

Not only was Dymos not ashamed, but he also turned around and asked a series of questions, choking Jennix alive.

The collar of this middle-aged man with gray temples trembled, but he couldn't say a word, he had never seen such a brazen person!

"Alas, I know that quarrels all day long, no wonder they can't be a big deal."

Bai Ye sighed, the favorite thing of this group of heirs is to quarrel with their families at a critical moment, and even beat each other in front of the enemy.

In the original Spider-Verse plot, several Spider-Men were able to escape and save one of their lives because of the infighting between the inheritors.

The Inheritors dared to do so because of the pride in their hearts, which gave them a sense of relaxation in the face of any enemy.

That's fine, the more arrogant this group of inheritors is, the better it is for themselves, but now they need more than just save their lives.

He turned his head to the men in the red tights and said, "Fight as you usually train, I think the imitation master also taught you how to face enemies dozens of times smaller than yourself." ”

"Destroy everything here as much as possible, I don't want any heirs to crawl out of the clone when it's over."

Those in red tights immediately nodded their heads when they heard this, and their expressions were determined and fearless. The tiny antenna in their helmets flickered slightly, apparently carrying some kind of message.

Immediately, they quickly organized into formations, each standing still, meticulous. Their movements are fluid and coordinated, revealing their usual rigorous training.

This action finally brought back to the senses of the two heirs, who were entangled in the collateral loss, and looked at Bai Ye and those people with unkind eyes.

(End of chapter)