Mei Man Zhi Ya Mo Zhuo armor

Chapter 257 Farce
New Jersey, inside a secret stronghold of Aegis.

As soon as Agent Coulson returned to the base, the communication from the headquarters came over.

After connecting to the communication, the face of the new Director Lex Luthor appeared on the big screen, and he said in a calm tone: "I heard that there seems to be something wrong with you."

"It's not a big deal, sir," Coulson said flatly. "Eric Charlotte, the kid with the Almazoro armor, he just found himself nearby. But we stopped him. , and now he has gone back."

"Can he sense it?"

"seems like it."

"Very good, that means we've made progress." Luthor said in a rather casual tone, more like a small talk than a conversation with his subordinates.

"Then what do we do next?"

"Let's do whatever we want." Luther said, "Let it take its course. If the situation is necessary, then inform that kid named Charlotte."

"Yes sir."

The screen went black immediately, and Luther's face disappeared immediately.

Coulson took a deep breath and exited the control room.The staff continued to come and go, a ring of light tubes surrounded the top of the walls, and the dazzling white light surrounded the metal cube in the center of the room.The thick metal plate is covered with all kinds of wires, and a glass opening is opened on the cube roughly at the height of an adult's eyes, through which a dark yellow light shines outward, as if hiding a pair of dangerous s eyes.

Right now, Manhattan, George's Bar.

Eric roughly counted, and at the same time, there were about a dozen people who surrounded them, all of them in the same group, and this number was even more exaggerated than he originally expected.

If it was in the past, it would certainly be impossible for one person to face so many people, but now he is different.After the submerged virus entered his blood, it also had a certain degree of transformation on his body. Even in the state of not activating the armor, he still has motor nerves and reflexes that surpass ordinary people in his physical body. If he is just a street gangster For opponents, it is not a problem for a dozen or twenty to fight together.

Of course, this is on the optimistic side.On the downside, he can no longer be defined as a purely human being.

Other people in the bar had already hid away knowingly, even the troublemakers kept a safe distance, hid behind the bunker and took out their mobile phones to take pictures and videos.For ordinary citizens, this scene is not seen every day-a young man who looks like a high school student fights against a dozen strong men, with all kinds of gorgeous scenes that seem to only appear in action movies. The movements and moves beat this group of people all over the place, and the scene was really exciting.

Eric threw a boy wearing a chain onto a table with an over-the-shoulder fall. At the same time, another strong man smashed half a wine bottle on the edge of the table behind him, and rushed towards him with red eyes. .

But before this man could reach the target, someone tripped his foot, and a dog gnawed on the mud and fell to the floor.

Eric glanced sideways, and saw that the silver-haired woman who was supposed to be the protagonist of the farce had already drained the glass of wine in her hand and joined in, as if she was still exercising her muscles.

The man who was tripped got up, as if he felt that he had been ashamed and thrown to his grandma's house just now, his brain became hot from embarrassment, and he rushed towards the beautiful woman brandishing a broken wine bottle.

Facing the mighty beast, the silver-haired woman only smiled faintly.She seemed to avoid the half-cracked beer bottle casually and lightly, her slender legs jumped up suddenly, and quickly kicked the opponent's chest and lower abdomen twice in succession, causing the man to spit out a mouthful of blood , fell to the ground.

"Hey." Eric knocked back the person behind him with an elbow without looking back, and said, "It turns out that I can fight."

The addition of this woman made the already unsuspecting battle end more quickly. Eric observed that this woman's combat power was not inferior to his own, and she obviously hadn't shown her real skills yet.He preliminarily reckoned that if it was a one-on-one match, he might not be her opponent—of course, that meant without using the armor.

The battle was quickly resolved, and cheers and applause erupted from the watching crowd.After all, it's not a big deal to watch the excitement, and they are also very happy to see these arrogant gangsters deflated.

But these are none of their business after all, after watching the fun, the punks who were beaten up also walked away with their tails between their legs, and the onlookers dispersed.And Eric was just looking for someone to vent his anger with itchy hands, and after the fight, he returned to his seat and continued to drink his wine.

It's a pity that the glass of wine he hadn't finished just now seems to have been involved in the battle unfortunately. At this moment, the glass has been smashed to pieces on the ground and mixed into the pile of blood or other liquid on the floor. It still hurts a little bit.

A goblet containing a cocktail was pushed along the bar to him.

It was the silver-haired woman just now. She sat on the seat next to Eric and looked at him with interest.

"I invite you to take this cup as a thank you just now."

Her voice was as crisp as a silver bell, and unlike the impression given by her appearance, her voice sounded more like a young girl in her prime.

It was the first time to look at this woman up close, and Eric found out that she actually didn't look very old when he looked closely, and there was a little girlish immaturity on her delicate and beautiful face, but the pair of sapphire-like Her eyes are too deep, coupled with her mature dress and stern aura, it left such an impression on people.

If you look carefully, she looks like she is only in her early 20s.

Eric smiled: "Even so, in fact, you can handle it by yourself. It seems that I am meddling in my own business."

"That doesn't matter, right?" The girl took a sip of her cocktail and said, "Actually, you just want to find a fight, right?"

"Ha." Eric smiled, "Why do you think so?"

The girl also smiled slightly: "Because to be honest, sometimes I am too."

The two looked at each other and laughed at each other.

"I see." Eric said, "You're an interesting guy too."

"Each each other."

"May I ask where you're from?" Eric asked. "You don't sound like a local."

The girl thought for a while, and said, "I have to say something. I have been traveling all over the place due to work, and I don't have a fixed residence."

"It sounds quite mysterious, you know it's more interesting, right?"

"Yes, but I suggest that you don't ask." The girl took another sip from her glass and shrugged, "You don't want to know."

"Yes, then I won't ask. Speaking of which, I don't know what your name is." Eric said, "My name is Eric, Eric Charlotte."

The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment.

"Ruth," she said at last. "Just call me Ruth."

(End of this chapter)