The sky darkened without warning, covering the sunset with gray. The drizzle of cows sprinkled, and in an instant it became enormous. A layer of moist water flowed iris was laid on the smooth roller skating rink, washing the site like a huge mirror.

"It's so annoying rain." A girl complained.

Reven was still sitting on a chair outside the court, holding his cheeks and looking in the direction of Eric leaving across the road. Twenty minutes have passed and he has not come back.

"Hey!" Mary Jane noticed her dazed outside the court and waved at her, "It's raining, won't you leave?"

Only then did Riven notice that the rain had soaked her long hair and jacket, and the water droplets hung on her long eyelashes. She said "um" and slowly changed the roller skates, got up and left with the students.

Just outside the street.

His name is Floyd Lawton, and he has a title that is terrified by the killer world in the world - Death Shooter, known as the best sniper in the world. But today, these names have nothing to do with him.

Today, he is just a father.

Lawton followed his eleven-year-old daughter on the wet streets braved the drizzle that was rising without warning. The moist air brought the unique smell of New York. Her daughter wearing a fluffy white hat in the drizzle was like a flying angel.

"You should talk to your mom more," Lawton said.

"I know." The little girl paused and said, "Mom has been lying in bed lately."

"Is that true? Does she still go out at night?"

"It's okay, dad." The girl said well-behavedly, "I can take good care of her. I know how to make pancakes now."

"Hey! Baby, you are so awesome!" Lawton praised without hesitation, rewarded her with a kiss on her forehead, and said, "But this is not right. You are still young and shouldn't bear so much burden. Listen, I want you to move in here and live with me, okay? Dad recently found a very good place to live..."

"Dad." The girl stopped, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I know you often do...bad things. Mom said I can't live with you. But don't worry, I still love you."

Lawton sighed.

"Okay, sweetheart." He patted his daughter on the back, "Let's go."

When the two passed a corner and entered an empty alley, Laoton's face changed slightly and he was stunned. The black alloy warrior was standing in the rain waiting for him, and the rain washed the silver deck on his chest as bright as a mirror.

Lawton subconsciously protected his daughter behind him. He remembered this guy, an extraordinary high school boy.

"dad......"

"It's okay, sweetheart." Lawton stared at Eric in armor and comforted his daughter, "Don't worry."

Lawton pressed one hand on the holster of his jeans, stared at Eric for a moment, and said, "Please, I'm just coming back to accompany my daughter... Also, I didn't go to kill you last time, otherwise you would have died long ago. Can we not be in front of my daughter..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Eric understood. He glanced at the girl behind Lawton, and his armor was automatically removed from his back and folded back into the backpack form.

"I'm not here to catch you, Lawton, I'm not a nosy policeman." Eric said lightly, "I'm just here to talk to you."

Lawton seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his hand pressed on the holster also relaxed. He turned his head and gently stroked his daughter's face, saying, "Dad has something to talk to this brother, so you can go home first, right?"

The girl said "um" and nodded.

"So good, don't worry, I'll follow you in a while."

After Lawton finished speaking, he turned to Eric and said, "Come to the cafe behind, I'll treat you today."

After a few minutes.

Lawton enjoyed the taste of the warm mocha, leaned comfortably on the soft sofa, and asked, "So, what do you want to know?"

"You were tracking my car that day, right?" Eric asked, "You fired a shot."

"Well...yes. But as I said, I just happened to be there. They hired me for another task, you are not my target."

"Who are they?" Eric asked, "Who hired you?"

"I don't know." Lawton shrugged, "I shouldn't ask about many things in our business. As long as the employer pays for anything else, it doesn't matter. But... maybe I know why they want you."

"Why?"

"I don't understand the specificity very well, and I didn't deliberately try to inquire. I just heard a conversation occasionally." Lawton took another sip of Mocha before continuing, "They seemed to have heard a message...a signal, which seemed to say that something was finished."

"What?"

"I don't know. But if I want to guess...that." He gestured to the backpack on Eric's back, "To be honest, when I first saw you put on this thing, I was shocked. At that time, I guessed that those people wanted might be it."

Eric also recalled that when he was dressed in the police station for the first time, the monster had said something like "Did that old man Charlotte complete this system so quickly?" So, is the organization who wants to capture him?

It doesn't make sense. If the organization learned that the armor was taking action immediately, why did it come to capture him? He clearly didn't have armor on his hands at that time, what's the use of capturing him?

In addition, according to Nick Fury, the father had already died. So if his father died, who had completed the equipment? Or was Nick Fury lying? Or maybe the organization's people were wrong?

"But as I guess," Lawton took a leisurely sip of the mocha, "My mission may also be related to you, after all, it happened to be the commission at that time."

"What?"

Lawton put down the cup and became serious in a rare manner. He looked around and seemed to confirm that no one was eavesdropping.

Then, he leaned forward and lowered his voice: "Have you heard of the three major prisons?"

"The three major prisons of SHIELD." Eric nodded, "I heard a little."

"Cube, mansion, and dome." said Lawton, "they are all big guys who can cause big trouble. My mission goal is to assassinate a person in the Cube."

"who?"

"I don't know." Lawton shrugged, "The employer sent me the structure diagram of each ventilation duct in the Cube Prison, and gave me a cell number, asking me to kill the prisoners in that room."

"who?"

"I don't know." Lawton said, "After you escaped, they informed me that the mission had been cancelled. So I didn't go to Cube Prison, nor did I see the mysterious prisoner, but I guess this mission must have something to do with you."

"What is the cell number?"

"I can not only provide a cell number," Lawton said. "I can also give you a detailed map of the cube - this is not something you can buy online. The employer doesn't know that I have left a backup, so be careful not to leak it."

Eric was stunned: "Why do you want to help me?"
Chapter completed!