The manipulator of the armor was not Eric, a strange wave was borrowing his power and running spontaneously.

"Baiqi", a woman gently called the man and gently hugged him and gave him a kiss. "I'll get back early after the test flight."

He smiled, rubbed the woman's cheek with his chin, and said goodbye to the blond angel on the dining table, who was competing with the fried egg on the plate with a small fork.

"Don't forget that today is Angel's birthday, we'll wait for you to come back." The woman chased her out and leaned against the door, and blew a kiss at him. Then she and the house behind her gradually became twisted and became more and more blurred.

"Baiqi...Baiqi...", the heart-wrenching sound kept echoing, and the fragments of light and shadow continued to peel off.

Eric looked at this scene quietly, and he was not unfamiliar with it. These were the soul fragments that carried the memories of his life. Without his arrival, these fragments would gradually disappear intovisibility. But when his power was injected, the remaining magnetic field was stimulated for the last time, and the memories of the dead soul named Bage Curtis passed by like a flash of light.

At first I was frightened, and as soon as I rose into the air, I saw the oncoming missile, but because of the unavoidable panic in the armor, the pain and struggle when I was hit were like countless blades that had torn from my body, stabbing him in extreme pain.

Then there was anger. Although he was hit and dying, he did not lose consciousness immediately. After discovering that he became a victim of the two major groups, a strong unwillingness and resentment spread wildly in his soul. He wanted to stand up again and take revenge on those who used his hurt him to use the most cruel means. In the end, he failed to succeed. His blood gradually became cold and his broken body lost its temperature.

The last thing that appeared in my mind was the voice, appearance and smile of my wife and daughter. They were like angels in the clouds, emitting silver bell-like laughter with a hazy halo, and echoing in their broken souls.

"Baiqi...Baiqi..." The remaining consciousness is like a moth that is swept into the fire, immersed in this gentle and ethereal call for a long time.

Eric did not disturb the lonely undead. He completely opened his power to it, protecting it not to dissipate soon. Those sad emotions flowed in his heart without reservation with the continuous disintegration of the soul fragments, and immersed in the memories of his family. Every fragment and every detail was regarded as the most precious treasure in life, and he cared for it with all his heart.

Slowly, they came alive in his mind. Bage Curtis' past and Eric merged into one, and both love and hatred became close together. Then the fragments suddenly collapsed. Curtis's lifelong memory rushed through Eric's heart like a flood breaking through the dam.

Eric was silent, experiencing the strong and deep emotions, and finally sighed, quietly retreated to the depths of his heart, and handed over the control of his power to the unwilling soul.

Now Becky Curtis's remaining consciousness will make a last try to make his wishes during his lifetime.

"Woo-------", the speaker made a loud noise, and the broken armor sounded long. The power source in the body was driven by the magnetic field, generating huge energy to carry its heavy body more than two meters above the ground, and flew towards the distance through the top of people's heads.

That direction is my home, and Anjier baby is still waiting for his father to come home.

The armor roared in the air, facing the strong light shining from his head without fear. There was a military chariot base waiting for him.

No one can stop me, no one can.

"Boom, boom, boom", three consecutive loud bangs, and in less than a second of firing, the AT-4 anti-tank rocket launcher's offensive crossed 800 feet of space and exploded in front of the armor. The 84 mm diameter penetrated the armor under the protection of the magnetic field. The metal fragments generated by the warhead shot everywhere. The huge air waves lifted up thick smoke and dust, wrapping the body of steel that was nine feet high. Before the officers could observe the results, they saw the tall figure walking out of the smoke.

"Captain Curtis, this test is important to us." A memory passed by, and the man in the uniform of the Army Brigadier General looked at himself condescendingly. "We don't need Osborne. We just need to explore aerospace. Even if its products are insufficient, I want you to fly it into the sky."

The armor roared and charged forward, where the people there might have been his robes, but now they were enemies who stood in the way home.

There were two more explosions, and the anti-tank rocket still failed to work. The armor was approaching the military vehicle. Before another rocketer could load it, it jumped and jumped above a Hummer H2, stomped down heavily, completely destroying the military vehicle that had both strength and domineeringness. The flesh and blood splashed out from the body like mud, spraying all over the ground.

The third rocketer was stimulated by the crimson blood. He howled and stood up, launching at the armor that was only ten yards away regardless of the situation. This time he finally achieved some results. Although he was protected by magnetic fields, the armor was shocked to the point of being staggered.

However, the Rockets' achievements are far inferior to the harm he caused. The warheads and pieces enveloped the space like storms. The soldiers who were lucky enough to have not been hit by the armor were torn to pieces by their rash colleagues. He himself was hit on the military vehicle behind him by the rear flames emitted by the rocket launcher, and rewind and burned him into a fireman.

The reckless attack angered it, and with a harsh metal friction sound, the crushed Hummer H2 was dragged over, and with a forceful wave, the heavy car wreck rolled out, knocking down the soldiers hiding behind and shooting with rifles.

Where the wreckage rolled through, a bloody road was created.

Immediately afterwards, there were a series of bursts, large-caliber bullets, armor-piercing bullets, and pistol bullets poured into the armor, causing it to be bruised and bruised. More new scars were added to the already severely damaged body. The original residual operator cabin was completely broken, and fragments scattered all over the ground, and some were hanging in the air with fibers. The armor was shaking and it took a lot of effort to restore balance.

Its helmet looked up at the sky, and the fire in the darkness drew memories of the day of the accident. The missile falling from the sky was like the attacks issued by the soldiers at this time, dragging a tent of flames to itself. In a trance, a series of malicious laughter sounded in its mind, and the laughter went from low to high, becoming more and more crazy, until it was so angry that it was so angry that it dragged its long tail sound like a great mockery of its life: until it died, you are a chess piece at the mercy of others.

"Woo-------", the speaker sounded sadly and angry again. It desperately borrowed the power of the one who lived in the soul. The powerful magnetic field filled its body unconsciously. The broken armor pieces were glued back together, and the huge weight gradually decreased under the action of magnetic force, allowing it to make more rapid avoidance actions.

It leaped, avoided a wave of offensives, snatched a sniper rifle, smashed a piece of car glass with the gun like a short spear, and exposed a blood-pounded soldier's head from the other side of the car window.

From then on, the soldiers were completely at a disadvantage. Faced with this invulnerable giant, they were helpless, and they did not dare to use heavy weapons at close range. The light weapons were completely useless. They came in a hurry and had no more means, so they could only flee along the way. The reporters plucked up the courage to drive behind and shoot, but unexpectedly found that the steel giant was not harmful to them. With their desperate reminder, the soldiers also noticed this. They tried to avoid the route of armor. Even if they passed by it, no soldiers were attacked. But at this time they were scared and they would never dare to use this method to attack the other party again.

The kind-hearted person stopped to rescue the groaning wounded, and more people followed it in confusion, not knowing where it was going. It was not until it entered an air force resident community and faced the tense community guards that it slowed down and gradually stopped.

"Dad" Angil called him sweetly, raised a small fork and waved to him. This was his last memory of his daughter. At that time, he could still smile with a gentle and guilty smile, but now it can never do it anymore. It is only a bloody body and a cold body, it is just a hollow machine that can stand up with external power.

The armor suddenly became stunned. It was just a wisp of residual consciousness. Thinking about it was extremely difficult for it. There was no more power to support it to judge whether it should go home. The existence in the soul was just watching silently. What should it do? At this moment, it was extremely confused.

With his back to countless people following him, in those curious and hated eyes, the armor stood alone outside the community. Even if there were trembling guards five or six yards ahead, it did not know whether it should jump past, face its family with this look, or be satisfied with the present, think about the sweet life of the past and let go completely.

The wires in the body kept flashing with electric sparks, and sometimes fragments fell from the body. Half of its body was filled with a faint blue smoke, looking like a robot that was about to be scrapped. Although it looked down and out, the soul was rarely calm at this moment, as if it was about to last forever, until a bouquet of spider silk broke its memories.

"Come on, big guy." A masked man wearing a red and blue tights fell from the sky. He pulled a spider silk hanging from the helicopter hovering in the air and glided from afar. The big noise in West New York this night alarmed many people, including the masked man, who was also curious about the armor.

But now the first thing to do is to subdue it and hand it over to the police. Then scientists will dismantle it to see how the broken armor that no one controls is moving.

"There's a good show now." The masked man fell to the ground and muttered to himself, waving hard at the camera that shifted focus, and people immediately cheered:

"Spider-Man, Spider-Man!" No matter men, women, young and old, they are desperately shouting the nickname of masked man, as if he can bring safety to people.

This cheer inspired Spider-Man, who is now fighting spirit.

"You don't know that this piece is my control, right?" he said to the armor, without any response, but he didn't care. "Then try my best."

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Chapter completed!