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Looking at the black man who fell to the ground and fell unconscious, Frank held the suitcase and his face looked extremely ugly.

He had no idea why the other party suddenly shot at him, but Frank knew clearly that he was in trouble again.

"Fuck!" Frank cursed inwardly, thinking about what to do now?

After much thought, Frank decided to go to the police station to surrender himself as he had agreed with Spider-Man, so that the police could protect him.

However, picking up the suitcase and staring at the bullet holes on it, Frank hesitated with a grim face. What should he do with this thing?

"what is this?"

A trace of doubt flashed across Frank's face. Just now, he seemed to see something move in the suitcase through the bullet hole.

Frank narrowed his eyes. As an underground courier, he was certainly curious, but what he was best at was restraining his curiosity.

So Frank threw the suitcase in his hand towards the black man on the ground without hesitation, and turned around and walked quickly towards the door.

The less trouble, the better.

Adhering to this creed is the most fundamental reason why Frank has survived until now in the chaotic New York.

call out--

There was a slight sound, and Frank did not move. He quickly lowered his head and saw a silver spider-like thing wrapped around his legs. Looking back along the silk thread, Frank could not help but widen his eyes.

Screaming: "Fuck~!"

In his field of vision, silvery, petroleum-like liquid was continuously squeezing out of the bullet holes in the suitcase.

One after another, thin lines flew out and wrapped around Frank's body. The huge force instantly pulled Frank down and dragged Frank towards the liquid.

A terrifying and strange face flashed across the liquid, and the silk threads squirmed as if they had life.

Frank struggled desperately, gritting his teeth and trying to tear off the thin strings on his body, but it was all in vain.

Soon, the silver liquid climbed up, covering all of Frank's vision, blocking his mouth and nostrils. In the darkness, a voice seemed to be heard.

"Cruel! Violent! Let this world fall into a chaotic chaos forever!"

I don’t know how much time had passed, but when the black man opened his eyes again, the entire restaurant had become a ruin, as if it had been attacked by terrorists.

The black man shook his dizzy head, stood up and took a few steps forward. Ignoring Frank who had fallen to the ground not far away, he was the first to pick up the briefcase on the ground and entered the secret key to open it.

However, it was now empty and there was nothing left.

"Fuck! Fuck!!" After roaring twice, the angry black man found his pistol from the mess on the ground, came to Frank fiercely, turned Frank's body over, raised his hand and punched the unconscious Frank twice.

Seeing Frank's confused eyes gradually coming to light, the black man pointed a gun at Frank's head and asked:

"Fuck! Quick! Tell me, what's inside?"

"What's inside?" Frank frowned and muttered this. As if he remembered something, he raised his palm in confusion. In his memory, it had been broken.

The next moment, the black man who was still shooting was picked up by Frank, who had turned into a silver monster. Amid the black man's desperate wailing, Frank stuffed him into his mouth little by little.

When he came to his senses again, it was like a flash of incomplete memory, and Frank was already standing on a deserted street in the blizzard.

His face looked terribly ugly. He bent over, opened his mouth, and Frank made a painful retching sound.

He ate a man, it seemed as if he had eaten a man.

Frank opened his mouth wide, but nothing came out. It was unclear whether this was fortunate or unfortunate.

Make him doubt whether everything that happened before was true or false?

But Frank didn't dare to take any chances.

There is definitely an unknown creature existing in my body.

Standing up straight, Frank wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

What to do? What should I do now?

He must find a superpower to help him, and the only superpower he knows is Charlotte.

Frank took a step forward and was tripped by a person who was completely covered in snow before he took a few steps forward.

Frank stood up, glanced at the long-haired homeless man who was awakened by him and shook the snow off his body, and said anxiously:

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you."

Evan, with a sad face, shook his head and said:

"It's okay, you didn't mean it."

As they spoke, their eyes met.

Looking at the face that looked exactly like their own, both of them were shocked.

Three months have passed since Liu Yu's death.

These three months were the most difficult three months for Evan.

His teleportation watch was in Charlotte's hand. He couldn't go back without the watch, not to mention that he had neither money nor status here.

Moreover, since the incident until now, he has not been able to contact You Lan, let alone the elusive Charlotte.

Helplessly, he can only wander in New York until today.

"Who are you!" Frank, who had encountered strange things one after another, took a step back and asked with a grim expression.

"Don't get excited..." At this point, Evan could no longer abide by the rules of the Space-Time Investigation Bureau. He said honestly:

"I am your alter ego from a parallel world, a special police officer from the Space-Time Investigation Bureau, Evan."

"Jason, I know you are full of doubts, but I..."

"Jason?" Repeating the name, Frank immediately realized that Evan had met Charlotte before.

Now there are unknown monsters on my body, and I may face death at any time.

At this point, it is not so surprising that there is a self from a parallel world.

How to solve physical problems is more critical.

"Your name is not Jason?" Evan's mouth twitched.

"Sorry, someone called me that before, so I...

I really come from a parallel world, I am not lying to you..."

"I believe you," Frank said bluntly.

"I know you don't believe it..." Evan was stunned and looked at Frank in disbelief. "You believe me? Why would you believe me? I mean... this is incredible."

Frank interrupted Evan and asked:

"Just now, a gray-black sticky liquid entered my body. It can also turn me into a giant, but it is beyond my control. I want to know what it is and how I should solve it."

The joy on Evan's face quickly disappeared. He originally wanted Frank to help him find traces of Youlan and Charlotte, but he didn't expect Frank to bring him trouble first.

Frowning, Evan muttered to himself:

"Gray-black viscous liquid, giant? Symbiote... Riot?"

As the name of the riot appeared, Frank's body began to move again, filled with hideous and terrifying laughter.

When he raised his head, Frank's face was gray and wrinkled, his eyes turned into evil triangles, and a row of sharp teeth grew out of his mouth.

"Hahahahaha...Human...you know a lot...Why don't you let me eat you and see what you know!"

In Evan's shocked eyes, a huge mouth stretched from ear to ear, with sharp bites coming towards him.

"Tough luck! Tough luck! Tough luck!"

buzzing-

He picked up the device on the right side of his belt and pressed it. A violent sound suddenly came from his hand, which immediately knocked Riot away and turned Frank into a coma and fell to the ground.