At midnight, 5:30.

Less than half a day away from the last time, Eric came to this industrial area in New Jersey again. He should have been sleeping soundly in bed like most other people at this time, but the fluctuation he sensed last night came again, and this time he broke into his dream, which was stronger than the last time.

Although it was impossible to explain, an instinct from his brain told him that a fierce battle was going on over there.

When he arrived at this industrial area again, the battle was already over. But now he didn't have to worry about finding which building the mysterious base of ASCH, because it was obvious that the ceiling had been blown up and the wall was the one with a black sports car embedded.

As Eric walked towards the messy scene, two spies stopped him from left to right, warning him that unrelated personnel were not allowed to enter. But Agent Colson appeared immediately and signaled that he could be let in.

Eric walked up to Colson and asked, "Now, can you tell me what you are doing here again?"

Colson did not answer directly, but asked, "What did you feel that you came back here?"

"Yes, I told you that I can sense the reaction of the Amozor virus." Eric said, "Tell me that you are not secretly studying this thing again, and now the results have not been taken away."

“It’s a little different.”

While the two were talking, Colson led him in. At this time, they had arrived in the ruins of the hall, and in front of them was the collapsed metal cube. The cube door panel was at least five centimeters thick, but from the traces it seemed that it was pulled apart by someone with brute force and threw it aside from the distance. Of course, the inside was empty.

"It's it?" Eric stared at the empty container and asked, "What was it in it?"

"Asiamozhu armor beta."

Colson's answer surprised Eric, and he turned his head in surprise to confirm that Colson was not joking.

"Yes, it's the one you've ever fought, the Amoez armor developed by Dr. Anthony Ivo." Colson added, "The bionic body wearing omega armor killed its dresser, and then the ASCHUN recycled the beta armor. However, according to Director Fury's intention, we have not studied it further, but listed it as a dangerous product and hidden it in the headquarters."

"It's a miracle that it's lost until now." Eric sarcastically mercilessly.

"And as you know, a new director is now on the stage. Unlike Director Fury, our new director has shown greater interest in the project "Amodor"." Colson said. "Director Luther restarted the research project on beta armor, and it has only recently shown a little sign of awakening."

"That's why I suddenly could sense it." Eric said.

"Not bad." Colson nodded, "Shield has always kept data on the Alpha armor of the Amoezhuo. We also made a lot of comparisons during the research process, and then found that... they are somewhat different in nature."

"If you refer to alpha's resonance ability, then I already know."

"No, it's other than that," Colson said, "it's about dress code."

“Dressing conditions?”

"You should know that the alpha armor originally seemed to be tailor-made for Dr. Charlotte - your father - and only his genes can unlock the armor. And as his son, you just inherited his genes so that it can be applied. In other words, now that Dr. Charlotte passed away, you are the only one who can activate the alpha armor in the world."

After a pause, he turned to: "But the beta armor is different. In theory, it seems that it has no limit on its use. Anyone can activate this armor, but it acts... more picky."

"What's the meaning?"

"Just put it that way, we selected several volunteers to try to wear beta armor, each of which was our well-trained excellent agent. But the result was that the longest of them was automatically dismissed due to overload in just less than three minutes, and after the release, they were all seriously injured and hospitalized with varying degrees of serious injuries."

"Why?" Eric asked with a frown. "The guy named Butch I fought with was obviously just a human, why did he look completely fine when he used armor?"

"Unsure, but we speculate that this is related to the will of the armor." Colson continued. "After testing, it was found that several of our volunteers could wear different clothes, and the burdens they bear vary greatly depending on the individual. Based on the fact that the alpha armor has self-awareness, we speculate that the beta armor may also have its own consciousness, and it may be screening the dresser according to its own standards."

"That sounds like a willful weapon."

"Yes, very willful, but it is also very dangerous. If it falls into the wrong hands, and the wrong person happens to be able to exert its power..."

"Okay, I know what you want to say." Eric rolled his eyes, "Let me guess, you lost it, so now I hope to use my Amozhuo human body radar to help you get it back, right?"

“That’s exactly that.”

Eric sighed. Since it was Yamozhuo's business, it was his part. After all, the origin of all this was related to his father, and he felt that he had part of the responsibility to correct these things. Only when the power of Yamozhuo's armor could not fall into the wrong hand, he and Aegis were completely consistent.

Meanwhile, inside the "Black Pearl" bar.

"It's better if someone comes out to explain to me what's going on!"

If an uninformed person saw this scene, he might laugh out loud—a group of strong men with skulls hanging on their bodies and hanging pendants on their ears, dressed in non-mainstream were angrily scolded by a woman with silver hair, and they all hung their heads like elementary school students, and they didn't dare to show off.

"That... the one who just jumped out of the helicopter should be Silver Mane." Finally someone spoke carefully, "He is also a big boss in New York. He was a big shot in power before King Gang took office. Although his reputation is not as good as before, he is also one of the strongest forces in the city after King Gang collapses..."

"Did I ask you who he is?" Ruth rolled her eyes, scaring the guy so much that he immediately shut up and didn't dare to speak.

"I'm so angry that how could those guys know my plan? Why did they know I want that thing!?"

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and someone spoke again: "Uh... maybe there are their eyeliners among us?"

Ruth's cold gaze suddenly turned to the person who was talking, and his knife's gaze scared him to death.

"That...Boss, maybe you just came here and didn't know what's going on here. But those big guys have their eyesight all over the city. It's actually something that everyone knows about with their eyesight in small gangs like us..."

Speaking of this, his voice became smaller and smaller because he noticed that the beautiful new boss's face became worse and worse.

There was a moment of silence in the bar, and everyone became quiet, as if an invisible rainstorm was brewing.

Finally, she spoke.
Chapter completed!