Mei Man Zhi Ya Mo Zhuo armor

Chapter 2 The Intruder

The door lock was obviously pried open, and the lock cylinder was damaged and could not be locked again.Eric was stunned for a few seconds, unable to react.

He was suddenly amused.

His house was almost never visited by anyone, not even classmates who came to the house for parties.This two-storey building is like a hermit's hermit's bamboo house in the deep mountains. Although it is in the bustling New York City, it is completely isolated from the outside world, even Eric's parents who don't know whether they are alive or dead Never came to patronize.And the first person to visit in such a long time turned out to be a lockpicking burglar, and Eric felt that if the thief hadn't left yet, he must treat him with something decent from the refrigerator.

When he opened the door and entered the hallway, unexpectedly, the lights in the living room and the study room were on. It seemed that if he was really a thief, he would be a very arrogant thief.Eric wiped the rainwater off his forehead, threw the schoolbag on the ground, and walked in swaggeringly.

Perhaps ordinary people should be more careful if they are not sure if there is a thief in the house, but he will not, because strictly speaking, he is not an "ordinary person".

The scene in the living room was beyond his expectation.It wasn't some sneaky thief who hid behind the curtain because the owner suddenly entered, but two uninvited guests in suits and leather shoes sat on his cheap old sofa and seemed to wait patiently for his return.Eric couldn't help but think of the traditional plot in sci-fi movies, a group of black suits broke into your life and pointed at you to say that you were a savior, and then you evolved from a passerby to a pig's feet inexplicably.

"Who are you?" The owner of the house still had to ask, "What are you doing in my house?"

A man in a black suit stood up: "Is that Mr. Eric Charlotte?"

"Yes."

"We are the CIA." He showed his credentials.

"You sound like this little card can explain 'why you picked the door lock of my house and sat on the sofa of my house for granted'." Eric said angrily.

The man was a little surprised.He seemed to think that when he showed his "universal pass", most people should react with gasps and awe.

But the black suit continued to explain: "It's about your parents. The reason is highly confidential, and I can't explain it to you, but now you are in high danger. We have been sent to protect you in custody. I hope you can cooperate."

After a pause, the black sunglasses seemed to have the cold and stern eyes of a killer who took countless lives, like a steel knife resting on his neck.

"If you don't cooperate, then I'm very sorry. For everyone's safety, we may have to use strong measures. It needs to be explained in advance. This is not a request."

Eric's eyes flickered, he was thinking about something, and he didn't seem to be frightened at all by the sudden change that broke into his ordinary life.

Finally, he sighed softly.

"This is the end of the beautiful and ordinary life." He pointed to the direction of the toilet, "Before I go, let me go to the toilet, please? I have been holding back all the way. Otherwise, I won't wait for the 'highly dangerous' to find me Me, I should hang up first."

The faces of the two men in black suits were a bit strange, they exchanged glances and then nodded.

Eric strode into the bathroom, locked the door with a "click", and then there was no movement.

One minute passed, and the black suit seemed to have finally realized something was wrong.One of them tentatively yelled towards the toilet and kicked open the bathroom door after receiving no response.

There was no one there, the toilet seat had never been opened, the curtains in front of the narrow windows were blown wildly by the wind, and the torrential rain was pouring crazily from the windows onto the window sills and tiles.

Erik sprinted down the alley that smelled musty after the rainstorm.This is the alley behind his own house. There are many forks in the road. It can be said that it extends in all directions, and it can almost lead to every main road nearby.

Those two guys who called themselves "CIA agents" were so amateurish that Eric didn't need to say a few words to lead them to show their feet.First of all, the format of the two work permits was designed in the last century. Maybe it’s okay to deceive others, but Eric happened to have seen the genuine one with his own eyes.

Another point that can help Eric confirm is that the stiff suits can't help the two stupid big men cover the thick ruffian on their bodies.The aura of the two of them was not the kind of murderous aura that belonged to cold-blooded agents or professional killers, but more like a rascal who collected money to catch people on the street.Eric could smell the difference just by seeing each other.So even though he didn't know who these guys were or what they were trying to catch him for, he clearly knew that those who came were not good.

Many senior travelers who came to the world of the comics always seemed to have great dreams of acquiring superpowers, gaining extraordinary power, and finally stepping on the pinnacle of the world, but this guy with no ambitions was not.

In his second life, he didn't want to be a superhero, and he never dreamed of becoming a middle school boss who would dominate the world.He just wants to be an ordinary person, get married and have children, worry about making money and making a living like every ordinary person, complete the life that he didn't have time to finish last time, and enjoy every memorable moment in life.

It's a pity that even in this brand new world, this seems to be an extravagant wish.Just like the traversers themselves are a vortex that attracts trouble, if there is a certain existence that chooses him to come to this world, it is obviously not to let him come here to eat and die.Even if he just sits around and does nothing, trouble will come to him eventually.

Now, at the speed of a professional athlete sprinting [-] meters, he crossed the alley in an instant, ready to merge into the main road.

A pitch-black Porsche braked in an alley with screeching tires, and another man in a black suit on the driver's seat was turning the steering wheel exaggeratedly, with a white earphone cable connected to his ear, and he seemed to be talking loudly to someone On the phone.

Well, it doesn't work.Eric immediately turned around, reversed direction and rushed into another alley.

They came menacingly, and there were a lot of them, but fortunately, these trackers were not as capable as they wanted to look, which gave Eric a chance to escape.

All the routes leading to the outside should be blocked, and it might not be practical to rush out directly.He reversed the direction of his escape and started to head deep into the community.

The lucky part is that he feels he still has a card in his hand that his pursuers shouldn't know about.

(End of this chapter)