It seems that people’s complaints about the police are not completely wrong - they are usually not there when you need them the most, and they usually can’t catch the right one when you want them to catch people.

Just like now.

Well, Eric felt that it was not incomprehensible. He was standing at a battle scene full of bullets and even traces of individual rocket launchers. The police station not far away was still rolling with smoke, but the demon of flames had at least restrained his minions under the heavy rain. It is not difficult to imagine that if you were standing alone in the middle of such a devastated battlefield, with the police station of the police falling all over the ground, and there were countless black suits lying at your feet, you would probably be regarded as the culprit.

Oh, and a little missing. When the searchlight hit his head, he was accidentally wearing a super armor that seemed to be only present in a science fiction movie, with his feet full of internal organs left by the monster man just now.

After passing through the raindrop window of the police station, he could see that the street outside had been surrounded by special police. The trucks in the black carriage surrounded the road. The special police armed to their teeth were wearing explosion-proof shields and submachine guns. The leader was holding a white speaker in his hand and the speaker was covered with water droplets.

It's ridiculous. When you want them to catch terrorists, no one appears, and when they appear, you become a terrorist.

Things are not that bad either. In fact, taking off the armor and explaining it honestly may not be possible, and maybe they can still be protected.

But he hesitated in his heart, as if a villain was shouting at him, No! Can the police protect you from safety? The next group of people who come may be composed of such monsters, the real deadly guys! If it is worse, it may be a group of monsters with heads and horses, three heads and six arms, and more innocent people will die at that time.

Or he attracted higher-level attention, and then what? The government will send someone to say to him: You are too young and not suitable to hold such a dangerous toy, so keep this beautiful backpack for me!

OK, maybe this is all a reason. But he knew in his heart that the most important thing was...

The man just now seemed to mention Dr. Charlotte, his father. In other words, this armor was delivered to him, maybe his parents meant it. Maybe his parents never forgot him? Maybe they were even in a dangerous situation, hoping that their son could save them after getting this armor?

These are all random thoughts. But the only thing that can be confirmed is-

——He can't hand over the armor.

The propeller's hurricane continued to stir up the heavy rain, and the strong wind roared, like an ancient dragon roaring to the sky. The man behind the speaker was still shouting at the top of his voice, and his voice was hoarse. Eric felt a little sorry for the guy because he shouted so hard, but Eric couldn't hear it clearly and did not intend to listen.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

The leader, who was shouting at the horn, kept his mouth open and let countless raindrops pour into his mouth frantically - he could hardly believe everything he had seen with his own eyes. The blurry metal figure in the rainstorm seemed to suddenly burst out with dazzling electric current, and then he felt a gust of wind passing by, as if a speeding car was rushing close to his body.

Then, the guy disappeared.

Everyone was stunned for a long time, and someone next to him finally asked, "Sir...what should we do next?"

The police officer was stunned for a long time and almost subconsciously swears: "How do I know?"

Washington.

The Sanquyi Building is backed by the snow-white Washington Monument, and the endless rain hits the roof with crackling sounds, forming a waterfall-like curtain hanging down along the smooth glass curtain wall.

This building has another name, called "Sanfeijie", which is the headquarters of the highly confidential organization "Shield Del". It should have been a top-secret organization that has not yet surfaced at this stage, but as the most famous government agency in the Marvel Universe, it runs through almost all Marvel stories. I believe everyone is familiar with it, so I will omit the introduction here.

Nick Fury, the current director of SHIELD, sat in the office, calming his face that was so dark that he could not see his face, listening to the report of his adjutant Maria Hill.

"The Amozha system has been confirmed to be handed over to the young Mr. Charlotte," Hill reported. "Our people have monitored the whole process. He has indeed matched the Amozha system perfectly. No rejection has been observed at present. Among all the users tested at this stage, this child can indeed be said to be the only successful example."

Nick Fury held his chin with one hand and pulled up a three-dimensional projection screen from the desktop with light blue fluorescent flashes with his gloves. His fingers wearing gloves moved gently on the screen, and several photos were enlarged to the center of the virtual screen, which was a photo of Eric who was wearing armor not long ago fighting in the heavy rain. The last two of them were only the man who was knocked down to the ground and a blurry image that seemed to have been coded, which was Eric who moved overspeed after switching shapes.

"It has been confirmed that he can control the super speed of simulation," Hill added. "It can be speculated from this that other abilities should be the same. So far, no one has successfully used the special abilities of armor."

Fury was still calm with his black face, and his intact one-eyed eyes were shining with sharp light. The newcomer might think he was in a bad mood when he saw it, but people like Hill who had been dealing with Fury for a long time would know that this was just his usual expression. Whether the director was excited or lost, or in the face of a disaster at the level of world destruction, he maintained this iron-like face. This was the way the agent hid his emotions.

"I know." Fury crossed his hands on his chin, his eyes still stopped on the metal figure in the photo. "Where are these variants?"

He refers to the man who fought Eric.

Hill replied: "It's still being investigated, but this guy exploded at the last moment like before, leaving no valuable clues."

"As expected..." Fury pondered for a while, then asked, "What about the hidden threads around us, the high school student?"

"It's still lurking, keeping monitoring."

"Very good, keep going and keep reporting."
Chapter completed!