New Jersey, inside a secret stronghold of a certain ASCH.

Agent Colson had just returned to the base and communicated from the headquarters.

After the communication was completed, the face of the new director Lex Luthor appeared on the big screen and spoke in a calm tone: "I heard something seems to be happening with you."

"Not a big problem, sir." Colson said lightly, "Eric Charlotte, the child holding the Armodor armor, just found the neighborhood. But we stopped him, and now he's back."

"Can he sense it?"

"It seems to be."

"Very good, that means we're making progress." Luther spoke quite casually, not like talking to his subordinates but more like chatting.

"Then what do we do next?"

"Do whatever you should do," Luther said, "Let it go. If the situation is necessary, notify the boy named Charlotte."

"I understand, sir."

The screen immediately became dark and Luther's face disappeared.

Colson took a deep breath and left the control room. The staff continued to work hard. A circle of light tubes was surrounded by the top of the surrounding walls. The dazzling white light surrounded the metal cubes in the center of the room. The thick metal plate was connected with various lines. A glass opening was opened on the cube at the height of an adult's eyes, and a dark yellow light was emitted out through the glass, like a pair of dangerous eyes hiding.

At this moment, Manhattan, George Bar.

Eric counted roughly, and at the same time, there were about a dozen people surrounding him, all of them in a group, which was even more exaggerated than he had expected.

If it were in the past, it would be impossible to fight so many people with one person's strength, but now he is different. After the Amozhuo virus enters his blood, it also has a certain degree of transformation effect on his body. Even if it does not activate the armor, he has motor nerves and reflex abilities that exceed ordinary people with physical body. If it is just a street gangster, it will not be a problem to go together by more than a dozen or twenty.

Of course, this is the optimistic aspect. To the worse, it is that he can no longer be defined as a pure human being.

Others in the bar have been tactfully hiding far away, even the troublemakers keep a safe distance, hiding behind the cover, taking out their mobile phones to take photos and videos. For ordinary citizens, this scene is not something they can see every day - a young man who looks like a high school student fights more than a dozen strong men, and beats the group of people all over the ground with various gorgeous movements and moves that seem to only appear in action movies. The scene is very exciting.

While Eric threw a young man wearing a chain hard on a table, another strong man had already broken half a bottle of wine on the edge of the table behind and rushed towards him with red eyes.

But before the man could rush to the target, he tripped his feet and a dog chewed mud and fell on the floor.

Eric turned his head and saw that the silver-haired woman who was supposed to be the protagonist of the farce had already drunk the glass of wine in her hand and joined in, as if she was still moving her muscles.

The guy who was tripped got up and seemed to feel as if he had already been embarrassed to his grandma's house just now. He was so angry that his brain became hot, and he waved the wine bottle and rushed towards the beauty.

The silver-haired woman faced the powerful beast, but only smiled faintly. She looked casually and lightly and sideways to avoid the beer bottle that had been cracked halfway. Her slender legs suddenly bounced up and quickly kicked the other party's chest and lower abdomen in two consecutive sections, which shocked the man so that he spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Wow." Eric knocked back the person behind him with an elbow without looking back, and said, "So he's pretty good at fighting."

The addition of this woman made the already suspense-free battle end more quickly. Eric observed that the woman's combat power was not inferior to her, and she obviously hadn't shown her real skills. He initially estimated that if she was one-on-one, she might not be her opponent - of course, it means not using armor.

The battle was quickly resolved, and the people watching the fun burst out with cheers and applause. After all, watching the fun is not a big deal, and they are happy to see these arrogant gangsters being defeated.

But after all, these are not their business. After watching the excitement, the beaten gangsters also left with their tails stumbled, and the onlookers dispersed. Eric was just asking someone to vent his anger, and after the beating, he returned to his seat and continued to drink his wine.

Unfortunately, the glass of wine he hadn't finished just now seemed to be unfortunately involved in the battle. At this moment, the cup had been smashed into pieces on the ground and mixed into the pile of liquid on the floor, which was somewhat distressing.

A goblet with a cocktail was pushed into front of him along the bar.

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

"I'll treat this cup as the thank you just now."

The sound she spoke was as crisp as a silver bell, which was different from the impression she gave to people. The sound sounded more like a beautiful girl.

When Eric looked at this woman for the first time, he realized that if he looked closely, she actually looked not old, and her delicate and beautiful face also had a little girlish tenderness, but her pair of sapphire-like eyes were too deep, and her mature dress and cold and arrogant aura left such an impression.

If you look carefully, she looks like she is only in her early twenties at most.

Eric smiled: "Even if you say that, you can actually handle it yourself. It seems that I am completely meddling in other people's business."

"That doesn't matter?" the girl took a sip of the cocktail and said, "Actually, are you just trying to fight right?"

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

The girl also chuckled softly: "Because to be honest... sometimes I do, too."

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

"So that's it." Eric said, "You're also an interesting guy."

“Each one another.”

"Can you ask where you come from?" Eric asked. "You don't sound like a native."

The girl thought for a while and said, "What must be said... I have been running around everywhere because of work and I don't have a fixed residence."

"It sounds quite mysterious. Do you know this will make people more interesting, right?"

"Yes, but I suggest you don't ask for specific questions." The girl picked up the wine glass and took a sip, shrugging, "You won't want to know."

"Is that so, then I won't ask. Speaking of which, I don't know what you call me yet." Eric said, "My name is Eric, Eric Charlotte."

The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment.
Chapter completed!