The man standing in front of Eric at this moment was the person in charge of the arrest. His black suit had been torn to pieces, and the white shirt inside was as rotten as cloth strips. The countless short thorns growing on his strong chest pierced the suit shirt. The sleeves on his wrists were even more ragged. The shocking sickle replaced his hands, and the stench was still stinking on the tip of the blue knife.

This state can no longer be called human, but is more like the failure of human and other biological gene splicing experiments that often appear in movies. According to science fiction movies, whenever a mad scientist dies to touch this taboo, it can always trigger a series of crises. Eric racked his brains to find clues like this monster from his memories of Marvel or DC works in his previous life, but found nothing.

He had never seen such a monster before.

Before the man with a hideous smile took action, he had only two seconds...probably, maybe even shorter. Eric slid over the only table in the room like a rabbit that had come out of the hole and jumped towards the window. When his body broke through the two windows and threw it out, he could feel the demon's claws tearing his bloody trouser legs.

Why is his parents' so-called great cause of "struggling for the future of mankind" related to the bad-hearted film villain organization? Maybe his parents are the righteous people who dare to challenge the authoritative and righteous people of the big villain, and then their little boys are very unlucky to take the blame. But now the only thing he is sure of is that these people want to catch him so crazy, they will definitely not just catch him back and stage a touching parent-child reunion.

The coldness of the rain pierced into the bone marrow through the pores. He jumped out of the window and hugged the water wall that was cold enough to his bones. Eric rolled in a mess on the ground, jumped up without stopping, and ran away. He did not look back, because there was no point in looking back, and the terrifying monster could not have been won by him.

The open space behind the window seemed to be a parking lot, with several private vehicles and police cars parked sparsely under the heavy rain. The demon behind it stepped out the window slowly, and the raindrops clattered on him, and countless raindrops seemed to form a grand symphony. The water flow made the man's black hair soaked, and the evil-smiling face behind the water scene seemed gloomy and ferocious. The man bent his knees, like a cheetah burst into a speed that the Olympic champion could not reach. After assisting for several meters, he jumped. A meteor like a flame passed over Eric's head and landed in front of him.

In an instant, the two of them were approaching the distance close to their faces. Eric's pupils closed and a black pistol was lit without hesitation. It was a Glock 17, with a police gun, and the black barrel was washed shiny by the rain, just like a leather shoes that had just been wiped clean. Eric had just walked away from a fallen patrol holster in the police station. He had originally planned a pistol to help him get rid of the tracking, but he never expected that there would be such a monster in the pursuit.

Pulling the trigger at zero distance, a bright fire burst out from the muzzle, and the bullets tore through the rain through the body. The man was led by inertia and staggered backwards, then grinned, kicked Eric to the ground with a kick.

The bullet broke through the man's flesh and penetrated the bloody hole, but it was squeezed out in just a moment. The metal bullet was squeezed and deformed by his body, and it fell off from his body and fell into the rain. The blood stained on it was instantly washed away by the heavy rain.

As expected, facing such a monster, it is the limit to do this, right? Eric couldn't help but smile bitterly. It's really a luxury to want to live ordinary in this crazy world. Even if he escaped safely today, one day outsiders will come and New York will turn into a battlefield. Even if he survived this disaster, one day, perhaps one day the more awesome cosmic man will come again, smoothing out the city and killing the chicken to warn the monkey, claiming that he is the absolute master of this planet.

Scared?

Maybe, but that's not the main thing. He was born without worries and no bonds. Even death was like being written into a part of the program at birth, with a general date set. He waited calmly and calmly for the god of death to come and harvest his life, but he didn't expect that the god of death released his dove and woke up to a new world.

Just...unwilling to give up?

He was born as a warrior, and was born as a sharp knife. Since that is the case, he would never be willing to be defeated.

Eric wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth with his hands mixed with rain, and stood up with difficulty. He spat, and the thick phlegm mixed with blood fell to the ground with the slap of rain.

The man frowned unexpectedly: "Who are you? The information says you are Dr. Charlotte's son, but you should be just a high school student, and what I see is an extraordinary warrior."

Eric sneered: "What do you think?"

The man tilted his head, as if he no longer planned to talk too much. The order he received was to take the boy back, that's all, and not think about anything else. He took a step forward, turned into a sickle and leaned slightly over, as if he was ready to swing it down at any time.

Eric clenched his teeth and pinched the Glock again, which had no effect.

An indescribable palpitations came, accompanied by a severe headache. Eric couldn't help but exclaim, and his vision blurred as if he was covered with a curtain of water. He had a strange illusion, as if his brain had turned into a receiver, responding to a signal transmitter that was close to him, making a frantically sound.

In a daze, he seemed to see a person standing on the roof of the police station that had just been invaded not far away through the water curtain. His blurry vision could not see the person's face or clothes, and even men or women could not tell.

The headache became even stronger, and he could feel that the thing calling his brain was extremely close.

For a moment, the world seemed to have paused.

The man raised his sickle high, as if he was swinging towards his thighs. The movement of opening and closing seemed to be frozen at this moment. Countless water droplets were hung in the air by the cyan scythe; the man on the roof made an action almost the same second, and raised his hand to throw something at the place, drawing a parabolic water arc in the air; Eric burst out of his limit at this moment, and while jumping away from the sharp sickle behind him, he rushed to the group of things thrown by the man with all his strength.

Intuition made him know that this was the thing calling him.

The man failed and Eric successfully received something thrown at him - it was a black and silver backpack, or just the shape of a backpack. It was made of alloy, and Eric could not recognize this material for a moment, but it was undoubtedly as solid as a common metal such as steel.

The moment he got it, the headache stopped. Eric pressed his right hand on the hand-shaped sensing area on the back of the bag without thinking. The built-in computer quickly scanned his palm, and immediately moved after confirming his identity. The backpack began to dismantle itself as if it was alive, and the pop-up gloves wrapped Eric's palm in without saying a word. The small backpack instantly turned into countless parts, extending upwards along Eric's body. In just half a second, all parts below the head were wrapped in a piece of silver-black armor with a metallic feel.

Although he was stunned by the development of the god, the monster man was not idle either. He shouted and waved his sickle and chopped down Eric's neck.

"Clam!"

The metal arms inlaid with dark red stripes firmly held the sickle-shaped arm, and rain and sparks fell.

Eric clenched his fists.

It was at this moment that he ushered in his destiny.
Chapter completed!