Mei Man Zhi Ya Mo Zhuo armor

Chapter 318 Amnesia
Consciousness wandered in the darkness, and for a long time, Eric could hardly feel his own existence.

He could vaguely feel that he was drifting with the current like a piece of dead wood that fell into the water. After drifting for an unknown amount of time, it seemed that he was finally picked up by someone.

Dimly, he seemed to feel that he was lying on a hard bed, and the scorching light above his head was making his head dizzy.The surrounding seemed to be surrounded by people in white long coats. They came and went around the bed, talking about something constantly, but unfortunately the voice sounded like it was coming from underwater and couldn't be heard clearly.

Eric subconsciously avoided the dazzling lights, and a problem popped up in his head instinctively.

Who are they?where is thisHow did I get here?
No, who was I before that?

Feeling as if his consciousness had been muddled for a century, he finally opened his eyes, sat up quickly, and carefully looked around.

It was a seemingly unremarkable room—painted walls, a standard desk, and the cheap flat bed on which he lay, with two incandescent tubes hanging from the ceiling above him.

He hesitated for a moment, got out of bed, opened the door and walked out of the room.Outside was a long corridor flanked by many similar rooms, suggesting perhaps some kind of dormitory.

"woke up?"

A steady voice came from behind him, and Eric turned his head subconsciously, only to see Deathstroke leaning against the door and talking to him with his hands folded around his chest.

"What an accident, I will meet you here." The death knell said, "What are you doing here at Sinka Leland?"

Eric didn't answer immediately, but looked him up and down suspiciously for a while.

Afterwards, he tentatively said, "I'm sorry, but... have we met?"

Deathstroke narrowed his one eye.

"Are you kidding, or is your magical armor having a side effect of forgetfulness?"

"Wait, what armor? What are you talking about?" Eric rubbed his temples and shook his head, "No, wait, did you know who I am before? I don't seem to remember much."

Deathstroke rarely showed a surprised expression.

Then, he smiled slightly: "Now, this is interesting."

Inside the palace.

The woods where the fierce battle last night was now a mess, and the guards neatly dressed in uniform came and went in the woods.Under the personal command of Princess Mia, they have almost searched the entire palace, but still no trace of Eric was found.

This matter also aroused the great attention of the king himself-and it is a matter of course.Judging from the traces at the scene, it seems that there was a large-scale conflict inside the palace last night, but none of the people in the whole palace noticed it. If the enemy came to assassinate or have other similar malicious intentions, the consequences It may be unimaginable.

After several hours of searching in vain, all the clues seemed to point to the only conclusion—the answer lies in the rushing river under the cliff.

Revan stood on the edge of the cliff, looking worriedly at the flowing water below.She didn't close her eyes all night last night, and searched a whole circle along the river bank, and didn't come back until early in the morning, but still found nothing.

"Eric," she murmured the name of the person she cared about.

"He'll be fine."

Raven turned around following the sound, but saw that it was Princess Mia.

"Don't worry, he's not such an easy character to deal with, is he?" Princess Mia patted her shoulder with a smile, and said, "And I've already used as many resources as possible to search, and my father is also very happy." Concerned. As long as he is still in our country, there should be clues soon, right?"

"Well, thank you." Raven nodded, "Please."

But that was just words of comfort after all, and it would be a lie to say that she was not worried.After the princess left, Raven thought for a while, and took out a silver badge from behind, with a "T" mark on the smooth surface.

It was the identification of the members of the Teen Titans, and it also served as an emergency contact tool, which was designed by Nightwing himself.

The line was connected, and Ye Yi's voice quickly came from there: "This is the Titan headquarters, what's the matter?"

"It's Eric." Raven said, "He may have something wrong, in Sinka Leland. I think I may need your help."

Tianyanhui, in the office of the person in charge.

Amanda Waller sits on a chair behind her desk, raising her plump wrist every minute to look at the mechanical watch tightly fastened to her wrist, and her face changes every time she looks at it. Added a little impatience.

Finally, after she looked at her watch several times, the door of the office was pushed open from the outside.A man in a black suit with sleek brown hair walked into the office, holding a paper cup of coffee in his hand, the aroma was wafting hot.

"It's been a long time." The man grinned, showing a mouthful of neat white teeth, "Shall we start?"

"Victor, I was ready three hours ago." Waller said coldly, "Where did you go?"

"I'm here as soon as possible, Ms. Waller." Victor shrugged helplessly, and took a sip of coffee, as if he didn't mind being late at all.In this regard, Waller only frowned, but didn't say much.

This man is not her subordinate. If you have to say it, the other party's position is actually higher than her own, so she can't criticize too much.

But the issues to be discussed today cannot be avoided.

"I'm afraid you're not taking this seriously, Victor," Waller said. "You should be more careful."

"Relax, Ms. Waller, of course I am serious." Victor smiled, "Although you thought of organizing dangerous criminals with special talents in the prison and creating the 'Suicide Squad', I think you are right. They don’t know enough yet. I know enough about people’s hearts, and I know how to use people, and I know what they want, and that’s why I can handle them better than you can.”

"That's what I'm worried about—you're underestimating them, Victor," Waller said. "They're killers, lunatics, and more dangerous than you can imagine. A nanobomb in your neck is nothing. It can completely restrict their movements at any time."

"Or maybe you're just unhappy that I've snatched the command of this team." Victor crossed his legs and sat on the chair in front of the desk, smiling.

"It's naive if you think so." Waller said lightly. "Also, I heard that you asked the team to bring back the kid with the Almojo Alpha armor? What are you thinking? You know that kid You have been watched by A.I.E.L.D., right? And you have a lot of connections with the Justice League. What did you do to him? Did you tamper with his memory?"

Victor waved his hand.

"Don't put on such a scary expression, Waller. I'm very happy to have such a powerful support to join the team's mission, but his amnesia really has nothing to do with me." Victor said, "According to the report, the team found him He already lost his memory when he was in the middle of the night, presumably it has something to do with the battle that made him unconscious. But anyway, I think this is a help from the gods - where else can you find a powerful and cheap one like this What about combat power?"

Waller frowned.

"I must warn you one last time, Victor." She said in a deep voice, "You are playing with fire."

"You have always been." Victor finished his coffee, stood up, and opened the office door, "I just walked a few steps further than you."

(End of this chapter)