Mei Man Zhi Ya Mo Zhuo armor

Chapter 3
Eric doesn't know what's going on, all he knows is that his "normal life" seems to be over.A group of men in sunglasses who wrapped themselves in black suits and pretended to be CIA tried to arrest him. The reason is unknown, but all that can be determined is that these guys seem to have something to do with the great and mysterious work of his parents.

Speaking of it, his parents seem to be doing some outstanding research that has made great contributions to mankind, but it seems that the only ones who contributed to their biological son are such a group of dangerous elements who came after them aggressively.Fortunately, Eric is not a soft persimmon, no matter what the other party wants to catch him, he will not just catch him without a fight.

He walked around the courtyard wall of a certain community near his residence with ease along the winding alleyway, stretched out his hand to grab the two-meter-high iron fence, and leaped over the spikes, with agility like a gymnast .

Although this group of black suits looked unprofessional, the organizers were not idiots.Eric walked around the cobweb-like alleyway a few times before he figured out that the group of black suits had already laid a net around his residence before talking to him.Not only the old house where he lives, but also the gardens of nearby private homes, communities and even supermarkets are guarded by black suits.Whoever was behind them was an excellent hunter, and Erik was a worm in his web, unable to escape the eyes and ears of these black suits no matter where he ran.

The other party has indeed come up with a battle that is far more than what should be used to capture a high school student, but fortunately, Eric is not an ordinary high school student in his bones.And another point of luck is that he has something that the other party doesn't know.

Eric ran along the tree-lined path in the community and rushed straight into the underground garage.

Yes, garage.Although he has not passed the driver's license test so far, it does not prevent him from getting himself a sports car.His Chevrolet Corvette, which he got when he was 17, parked quietly in the parking space outlined by the white line.Whenever he asked Shenlong’s perverted parents for money to buy something in a letter, they sent the money directly without a second word, ranging from a smartphone replacement to a sports car that he shouldn’t have at his age, But he himself was surprised that his parents never asked a word in this regard, just like the boss appropriating funds to send the department below.

He doesn't have a driver's license, but that doesn't stop him from driving around every day.What, it's crazy to go out and drive a cool sports car at the age of 16?Well, he's not without a driver's license, it's just been expired for about 18 years.

At the same time, the communication channels of the group of black suits did not stop for a second.

"Boss! That kid went over the wall to the next neighborhood, and we followed him!"

"Fuck me, is this kid the track and field representative of the college? He can jump faster than a rabbit!"

"Wait a minute, I saw him running into the garage, haha! There's only one exit down here, you brat in a panic."

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"Damn it! That Corvette! That gray Corvette! That brat has a car! Stop him!"

When the Odin gray Chevrolet Corvette rushed onto the street like a bolt of gray lightning, and the tires turned around with harsh friction noises, only then did the people in black suits who surrounded the place like a barrel realize that they wanted to The little brat I caught was sitting in the driver's seat of the Corvette.

"What are you doing in a daze!?" The leader of the operation spoke, and the roar pierced the eardrums of every black suit through the earphones in the form of electromagnetic waves, "Chasing! Catch him!"

As a result, several cool black sports cars that seemed to be randomly surrounding the old house started at the same time.They roared menacingly and high-pitched on the slippery street, biting the tail of the silver lightning and chasing after it.

Corvette is not a top sports car, but in addition to horses on the racetrack, the rider can also play a vital role.The turbo engine sounded like a dragon's horn in the hands of the irritable rider, and the snow-like water splashes flew behind the high-speed rotating tires.The car was like a runaway wild horse, galloping on the slippery road at a speed of more than 130 yards, with horns and yelling in unison.

Driving without a license plus outrageous speeding, even if the following series of behaviors such as driving in the wrong direction and ignoring red lights are not counted, if he is caught, he may never even think about touching the car legally in his life.But now, Eric has no choice.He played wildly, but those chasing soldiers were not the kind of people who cherished life.Several black sports cars are biting the buttocks of the Corvette tightly, and the headlights piercing the rain curtain are like devil's eyes.

They began to show their deadly weapons.With the help of the rearview mirror, Eric saw a gun in a black suit leaning out of the car window, a German-made MP5.

The 9MM caliber gun spewed out a long fire-colored dragon, and people began to scream, making way for this crazy chase.Eric shrank his head, and the reflector on the right side of his body shattered into a mass of silvery white slag with a "clang".He cursed in a low voice, swung the steering wheel violently, and the car body drifted into the street on the left at a 45° angle.

He'd already called the police when he pulled out in the Corvette, and with the intensity of the car chase he wasn't worried that he'd gotten enough attention.Now that he has completely verified the conjecture that the pursuers behind him are desperadoes, the only way he can do it when he is unarmed is to hand over these lunatics to the police.

He moved as close as possible to the direction of the New York Police Department, hoping that the riot police would intervene as soon as possible to deal with these lunatics.

But unfortunately, he seems to have underestimated these people a bit.

After racing at a speed of more than 130 yards, he took the time to glance at the only remaining rearview mirror.He saw that the roof of the black sports car furthest away from him was opened.A black suit stood up against the wind and rain, threw off the obstructing sunglasses, and set up a black rifle.

Lightweight sniper rifle M82A1LW, with an aluminum bipod mounted on the black roof, facing the violent wind, staring at the driver of the Corvette like a sharp eye.

With such a distance, and on a sports car chasing at high speed, coupled with the unscrupulous wind and the rain pouring like a waterfall, is that guy really sure to hit it?

Eric's pupils contracted, and an illusion rose in his heart.

That person is different from these miscellaneous fish!
He can hit!
"boom!"

The gunshot rang through the night, the silver bullet tore through the rain, and hit the Corvette's left front wheel with terrifying precision as calculated.

In an instant, Eric lost control of the car. The 130-yard speed machine lost its balance, and the tires screamed on the rainy ground with harsh noises. The whole car smashed the window of the street clothing display case and inserted it horizontally.

(End of this chapter)