The scorching flames pressed in front of him, and the man's face was twisted in the high temperature. His facial features seemed to be blurred even though he was only at such a close distance. His black coat could no longer bear the flames of his body's super high temperature and was torn into strips of cloth, and the red and hot field seemed to have been expanding into the air.

The ultimate creature, an individual injected with a desperate virus, has super physical abilities, terrifying reflex nerves and amazing self-healing ability. The single body has combat power that is not inferior to the conventional armor of Iron Man.

This is roughly Eric's memory of the ultimate creature, but he still seems to be underestimating the enemy.

The hot and red palm of his iron squeezed his throat tightly, and the high temperature burned his throat through the armor. Eric felt that fire could almost ejaculate from his mouth.

Fortunately, he is not just that.

“Complete, super mode is online.”

As the armor mode switched, the pressure on Eric's neck dropped sharply, as if the temperature had dropped sharply. He raised his hand, grabbed the man's wrist, and irresistibly pinched his fiery red palm to the side like pliers.

With a kick, the man was rolled to the ground in a mess. The weeds along the way were ignited one after another, and the flames were formed.

Eric clenched his fists and walked forward slowly.

The man roared loudly, and a punch hit the cheek of the armor with a hot wind. The flames exploded on Eric's face like a shock wave, but there was no scar left.

Eric swung his arm away and punched him back. As fast as a gust of wind, the steel fist pierced the heat wave sharply and hit the man's cheeks head-on. He could clearly feel the touch of shattering the other person's nose bridge. If this guy was still an ordinary human, this punch would be enough to blow his entire head into flesh mud. The man raised his head and flew backwards, dragging a long burning track on the grass, and his facial features were shattered, blurred like a mosaic.

But this guy was really tenacious. In this state, he struggled to get up, his body shook tremblingly, and the two eyes in the flames turned around, staring at Eric straight, his face had begun to recover at an astonishing speed.

Eric curled his lips: "What a strong man."

The man rushed up again without fear of death - or maybe he was just extremely confident in his current body.

"Then let's see how hot you can tolerate it!"

"The output power is 30%...charged."

The fire-colored beam rushed out, as if an infinitely long sharp blade ran across the lawn. The beam of hot vision rushed in from the man's face without moving forward, easily penetrated his forehead, leaving a burnt hole on the back of his head.

He still stared at his eyes wide, but the fire seemed to have finally gone out. The ultimate creature fell into the flames, and finally there was no movement.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look to the other end of the road.

I don't know how the situation is going there.

On the other side of the expressway.

Generally speaking, the speed limits on American highways are around 70 or 80 miles, and some states may have a speed limit of 100. The speed up further may attract traffic police with police lights to chase them, which is a dangerous person on the road.

Now, four black cars are chasing a fiery convertible, like several flying bullets shooting out quickly. The speed limit has been thrown out of the sky, and the speed can almost be described as "crazy".

Dr. Maya Hansen sat in the back seat of the car, his face pale, and his heartbeat was like when he was sitting on a roller coaster and diving down. The scenery outside the car window was so fast that it was blurred, everything seemed to melt into a violent wind. The vehicles on both sides were as slow as snails compared to them, from appearing in front to flashing out of the car window, almost just a blink of an eye.

In the driver's seat, Natasha's face was still covered with frost, staring at the front with concentration. Her car was still surprisingly stable even at a speed of 200 yards per hour, and her driving skills were extremely superb.

The people behind were obviously all outlaws, and they still bit the red rear and kept placing them. They passed one after another on the highway like a mad dog, pressing up and showing their sharp fangs. The side window of the sports car that was chasing in front was shaken down. A man in a black uniform and wearing dark goggles poked out the window and pointed a carbine at the fiery red prey.

Maya's face changed drastically: "They... they have guns!"

"See it." Natasha responded, her tone still calm and calm.

A series of sparks clenched up, and the carbine roared and spit out the flames. The red roof suddenly stood up with brown glass, and the roof was suddenly wrapped up. The rain of bullets danced on the bulletproof glass sheet, and was thrown behind by the wind with the crisp sound and the sparks.

This sports car is not an ordinary product. The car driven by Natasha was specially modified by Aegis. Although it looks ordinary on the outside, it has hidden mystery.

At the curve ahead, Natasha turned the steering wheel, and the sports car roared and turned sharply. Dr. Maya was lifted upside down on the seat.

With such a high speed, she almost didn't slow down! This is probably the limit.

There was no choice, and the four pursuers only imitated it. The first sports car imitated Natasha's movement and turned sideways sharply, and tried hard to control his body in the highway runway like a gyro, but finally failed to resist the centripetal force of the highway. The whole car flipped suddenly, and the roof hit the ground violently on the road. After rolling violently with Mars speeding for several times, it hit the front of the car on the steel fence.

The drivers of the two cars following closely behind seemed to be more skillful. Although the lights of a car were scraped on the guardrail when it was turning sharply, they barely followed. The fourth car unfortunately followed the footsteps of the first car, and even more tragically threw the whole fence over the center and fell on the opposite lane.

Natasha played a gorgeous driving skill, and the pursuers were reduced to two. Maya was stunned, but she was also in a state of uneasy, fearing that Natasha and the others would end up as tragic as those two black cars in a blink of an eye.

The people behind seemed to see that the bullets were of no effect, and they did not shoot the gun anymore, and they added another kick of fuel to catch up with them at full speed. Natasha was not showing any weakness. As soon as she stepped on the accelerator, three sports cars, one red, two black, were speeding like arrows.

Not long after, the side window of the car behind was lowered again, and the man in the same uniform as the man before got out of the window, took a rocket launcher from the back seat and put it on his shoulders, and the black gun barrel pointed directly at the tail of the red sports car.
Chapter completed!