Saturday, early morning.

Like any ordinary weekend, it starts on a morning awakened by a ringtone, rain mixed with humid air blows into the room through the cracks in the windows, and the ringtones ring through the entire building, endlessly.

It was not the sound of an alarm, but the doorbell from the living room. Eric shrank his head into the quilt, covered his head with a quilt and chose to ignore it.

But it persevered and kept screaming endlessly, and it rang for more than five minutes. It has to be said that no matter who was outside the door, it was really amazing. It stood in front of the door in the rain for so long that it insisted on waiting for him to open the door.

Eric sighed and finally decided to admit defeat. He slowly threw away the quilt and got out of bed, put on his coat, and his hair was as messy as a chicken coop.

When he opened the door, Raven stood there wrapped in a dark cotton jacket, soaked in rain, looking like a pitiful chicken. Of course, Eric was not surprised at all, because his social circle was so narrow that there were only a handful of people who would come to him early on Saturday morning.

"Is there anything?" Eric asked weakly.

"I think you have no other arrangements for sleeping on the weekend." Raven, soaked thin body, shrank into her fat cotton jacket. She wiped the water from her forehead and said, "It just so happens that I have nothing to do, so... I think maybe we can find something together."

Eric was silent for a while.

"This weekend... forget it." He said, "I... have something else to do."

"All right."

She was disappointed, not obvious, but Eric could see that. She put her hands in the pocket of her thick jacket and turned back into the heavy rain, which made people unable to help but feel unbearable.

After taking a few steps, Raven suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "I remember you said... No matter what happens, you will stand on my side and help me at any time."

"yes."

"I'm just trying to help you, too," she said.

"I know, thank you," he said, "but no, I'm fine now."

Raven said nothing, and the thin black shadow quickly disappeared into the rain curtain.

Eric closed the door and no longer had the intention to go back to sleep. He sat on the sofa in the living room and looked at the pendulum of the clock on the living room wall and ticked it out.

Ruiwen is right, he is not good now. Since he met the guy who claimed to be his father, he understood that the other party was finally ready to take action. The question is - when?

And now he has a premonition, maybe it is today.

Because fifteen years ago, on April 14, the Charlottes left the home on Saturday.

He sat on the sofa for half an hour, and felt increasingly irritable. He simply got up, washed up and changed into a casual jacket and went out.

He once joked that Tony gave him a motorcycle, and after the desperate incident last week, Tony really gave him one. Stark Industrial customized motorcycle is the only one in the world. Stark's crazy idea put the helicopter turbo engine into the motorcycle. Such a wild idea naturally gave it terrifying high performance. Its shape is also eye-catching, with deep black as the main color and filled with dark red stripes, just like the color matching of the basic model of the Yamozhuo armor. It seems that Tony has spent a lot of effort on this exclusive car.

It is worthy of being a gift from a rich man, and if you want to give it, you can give it the best.

Anyway, all I can do now is to wait for Dr. Charlotte to move. Instead of sitting at home and waiting, it is better to go out and have some breath.

The black steel beast roared happily under Eric, carrying the owner's flashing light into the rain. Water splashed on both sides of the wide tires, and the engine shouted loudly, like a horse galloping between the fields.

The rain slapped Eric's black helmet's windshield one after another. The cold wind caused by the cold wind pierced into the bone marrow, stimulating the nerves to make people wake up quickly.

The intoxicating highway was only in this moment, just like all the worries were thrown behind the head by a kick in the accelerator.

When his motorcycle arrived at Eleventh Avenue, a commotion attracted his attention.

The motorcycle turned around at high speed, and a afterimage suddenly flashed in front of him. Eric braked quickly with his eyes and hands. The body tilted suddenly, twisting the direction almost half attached to the ground and slipped along the slippery road for a distance before barely stopping.

But I saw a police car just now flashing. The police lights whimpered and whimpered. After overturning two rounds in a mess, the roof of the car was sobbing and shrunk into the lamppost.

The culprit was obviously the guy on the main road. It was a man in strange armor, stepping on a raging tornado and running forward with wind. A string of police cars followed him, but whenever he approached, the man waved his hand lightly, and another tornado rose up, and overturned the police car to the ground without any effort - just like the previous one.

Eric vaguely remembers that guy. Tornado, a super criminal, as he is known, can create Tornado and Tornado, a Marvel villain, but he is just a miserable mess. He seemed to be imprisoned in a mansion, but after the large-scale escape incident of the four major prisons of ASCHEUN, he also sneaked out in troubled waters.

The super criminals escaped after that incident, but most of them were captured by the Avengers and Aegis, and Eric had no time to care about this. As he said before, he still had to go to school and he had a mess to deal with.

But since this whirlwind was very unfortunately arrogant in front of him, and he was in a good mood today to beat a few people to vent...

Wouldn't that be decided?

Thinking of this, he immediately turned around. With a sudden recharge, the speed of the vehicle on the dashboard soared instantly, and the turbo engine roared violently, causing a snow-white splash to rush forward. The Yamozhuo armor was activated at the same time, and the dark armor covered the whole body, which was particularly coordinated with the tone of the body.

The black arrow rushed over in an instant, instantly overcame the police car convoy, and clenched behind the storm at the foot of the whirlwind.

"Sheriff! Someone is in a mess!" someone shouted in the police channel.

The sheriff frowned.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know." said the policeman in the driver's seat, "I seem to have seen it in the newspaper... with the Avengers."

"Is that an Avenger?"

"I haven't heard of it, but it seems to be a superhero."

"......No matter what, give way first." The sheriff made the decision, "all units, keep a distance and wait and see. In this city you have to get used to its rules. We can't control some things, so we can only leave them to the corresponding people."

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Chapter completed!