Sunday, morning.

Eric felt that he could not wave her figure in his mind to the point of being more or less troubled by her almost all the time. He felt that he should not have much extra emotion for Ruth, but even if he thought about it, he could never forget it easily.

She said, "I will come to New York to find you." Although she had known it for a long time, Eric did not expect that this sentence would be fulfilled so quickly - just last night, Ruth had sent another text message to his cell phone's text box.

"I'm in New York." This is her first news.

Eric was a little surprised at the time and asked, "Is there any new mission?"

"without."

After this short reply, not long after, another message was added: "Tomorrow morning, eleven o'clock, the underground shopping mall meets. There is something that may be important to you."

Although Eric didn't really want to meet her recently - because he felt that this would only make things more confusing - since Ruth said there was something important to him, it was still worth it.

So he came anyway.

Stopped at the stop sign at the subway exit of the underground mall. Eric glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was ten:49, a little earlier. It seemed that she had not arrived yet. After thinking about it, he decided to buy some drinks first.

He walked to the counter of the beverage shop and ordered a drink. He glanced inadvertently and noticed a man with a bench looking up at the newspaper after a man was looking up at the newspaper with his legs raised.

Eric frowned slightly, as if he had smelled a bad breath.

He pretended to drink the drink casually, his eyes swept around with a sharp look, and immediately captured more inconspicuous details. He was like a man in sunglasses who had been wandering in front of the bathroom door for a while, and a young man leaning against a lamppost with headphones on his ears, like a phone call for a long time. In addition, there were several similar characters. If he had drawn out the positions of these similar guys in the coming and going crowd, he would find that they had formed a circumference with Eric's position very subtly.

Are you a stalker? Although I don’t know who sent these people, if I want to do it, these people have really chosen the wrong target.

Eric thought to himself, and at the same time changed his original plan. He did not return to the side of the board to wait for a meeting, but instead moved away from the crowd in the opposite direction.

It seemed casually, but the suspicious elements also began to move at the same time. Whether they were reading newspapers, wandering in front of the toilet, or making phone calls, they seemed to have suddenly done what they were doing at the same time, stood up as if they were not doing it, and followed them at a distance.

Attention, Eric felt more confident in his heart - these people were indeed aimed at themselves. But who sent them? Is this related to the "important thing" Ruth told him?

After temporarily letting go of these thoughts, Eric left the mall and returned to the ground, intentionally leaving the crowd. When he turned around and walked through an empty path and came to an empty space, the guys really appeared as he expected.

These guys seemed to have emerged from the cracks around the ground. The moment they appeared, they pointed at Eric with their unprecedented high-tech pistols, as if he was already in a turtle. They cautiously approached, and one of them said, "Know what you think about, don't think about any small moves, bullets are not eyebrows."

"Finally come out." Eric swept around and there were five people in total. The one who just spoke should be a person like the team leader.

"Don't be arrogant, little dear, we know you have a magical set of armor, but if you try to act rashly, I can blow your head before it is dressed, and if you don't believe it, you can try it."

The person who spoke was the man who had been reading the newspaper on a bench, a middle-aged uncle with a jaw covered with stubble.

Eric looked at the man for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" the uncle asked, his voice obviously lacking confidence.

"The funny part is that you thought it would take only one shot to solve him."

This time, a crisp female voice came from the heads of several people. The few people hurriedly looked up, but they saw Ruth wearing a black suit with a long sword on her back, stepping on the edge of the balcony railing, looking down at the people with a hint of sarcasm.

"Believe me, this kid is not that easy to deal with." Ruth smiled gently, and a flip fell down, and with a "brush" and lifted his sword in his hand, landing among the people.

One of the men hurriedly turned the gun and pointed it at her. The guns of several guns all turned towards her, and spit out beams of light toward her. Ruth shrank and penetrated through the gap, squatted down and landed steadily.

The knife light flashed, and the barrels of the two guns immediately broke, and the energy exploded from the fracture like a blow-off. The two men holding the gun were immediately overturned to the ground.

The man Ruth landed on the ground and turned his back to the right immediately grabbed the opportunity and hurriedly raised his gun to shoot. Before he had the chance to pull the trigger, Eric had already pressed his gun onto the barrel. While grabbing the gun with a clutch skill, he lifted his knee and hit the opponent's lower abdomen, causing him to vomit blood and fall to the ground.

These people are indeed trained and may be very good in terms of physical fitness, but in terms of single combat ability, they are actually very average. In just two minutes, the two of them settled all of them, and they didn't even use the power of armor.

To resolve the battle, Eric clapped his hands and said to Ruth: "You better know what's going on so I don't have to catch them and ask."

"It's useless for you to ask them. These people know very little. They are just puppets who are ordered to act." Ruth said, "to be loyal to an organization called 'NOWHERE'."

“‘NOWHERE’.” Eric repeated the name, “Is this what you want to tell me when you come to New York?”

"It's almost the same." Ruth stroked her hair and said, "An international organization has been arresting superpowered teenagers around the world recently. It wasn't my business, but by chance I learned that you seemed to be on their list, so I think you might need to know."

"Thank you," Eric said, hesitating for a moment, and asked, "But... have you come from all over the world to warn me this?"

"Yes, aren't you very moved?" Ruth blinked at him.

"Uh...thank you."

Ruth smiled slightly and said, "Although my schedule is quite compact, if you need it... I can free up time to help you?"

Eric unconsciously avoided her electric gaze: "Thank you...but no need, I can handle it myself, and I don't have to delay your time."

"Okay." Ruth seemed a little disappointed. "I have a list of targets they might aim for next. I'll send you one after another...it should be helpful to you."
Chapter completed!