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With the sound of the rope loosening, Duke jumped back, and a metal cage with fine mesh crashed through the floor of the second floor and fell.

Cement fragments and dust hit the ground with a chaotic sound.

"catch him"

From behind the sofa and from various corners in the corridor, armed uniformed officers emerged one after another. Their guns were pointed at Duke at the door and sprayed bullets.

Without a second thought, Duke turned and ran.

"Chasing, chasing, chasing, we must catch him."

These people can't be from SHIELD. His identity as an agent was changed after rescuing Stark. Nick Fury has no reason to summon agents to beat him.

It is even more impossible for the evil forces. They cannot obtain such excellent equipment.

Judging from their equipment, they look very much like the military's special combat teams. Duke never thought that he had offended the military in any way. Could it be that the incident of dumping equipment from the military happened?

However, there is very little equipment transferred from the military. Most of it is supplied by manufacturers. Only the eliminated equipment from the military will be given to Duke.

Even if the incident happened, there would be no need to create such a huge battle.

An officer with slightly gray hair appeared on the balcony on the second floor. Duke turned his head and looked at him, and felt that he looked familiar.

Combined with the current huge formation and the Bob who doesn't know whether to live or die, no, doesn't know about life or death, this person should be William Stryker.

This is really bad. William Stryker is the promoter of the military's , and they have mutant suppression collars in their hands, maybe Bob has been killed now.

Bob's ability is slightly stronger than the existing Pyroman in the Mutant Academy. Not only can he control flames, he can also create flames, and his body can transform into something like an elemental body.

The burst of fighting power and destructive power is a little stronger than Duke.

But if he accidentally gets put on a mutant suppression collar, Duke can only wish him good luck.

Now Duke has no time to worry about Bob, because the catching bullets are coming from behind Duke. These special bullets will wrap around the object due to inertia after contacting the object, and some more expensive ones will become deformed after contacting the object. It forms a net to trap the hitting object.

Duke won't die, but being trapped is in vain. When the time comes, his flesh will be cut off piece by piece for research, and he won't be able to die even if he wants to.

This self-healing ability is not something Duke can control, it is innate.

Duke relied on the messy terrain and illegal buildings leading out to avoid the ropes and catching nets coming from his back. Occasionally, he was hit in the leg by one or two ropes and fell, but he quickly got up and cut the rope with a dagger to continue running.

The quality of this dagger is really good

Frank, this time I will definitely buy you a drink when I escape and provide you with a hundred kilograms of free ammunition.

Relying on his familiarity with the slums, Duke hid in a small shack after rounding a blind corner. This shack was very hidden and connected to the underground waterway. It was Duke's previous home.

Taking away the obstruction blocking the underground waterway, Duke jumped in.

After turning the blind corner, these special operations team members lost their target.

"Huh, report, lost target. Huh~huh~ report, lost target." The leader panted and reported into the headset.

Stryker's voice came from the headset, "Trash"

The officer argued: "Colonel, we are not familiar with this area, and the target's physical strength and speed far exceed ours. The possibility of catching the opponent in such complex terrain is very low."

"Search, he can't get far"

Stryker stood on the rooftop with a cold face and looked in this direction from a distance. He snorted coldly and walked into the building with his hands behind his back.

Bob was sitting on the sofa in the house. He was wearing a special-shaped collar around his neck, and his wrists and ankles were tied behind his back, like a dehydrated prawn.

There was a wad of rag stuffed in his mouth to prevent him from reminding Duke.

But now that Duke had run away, the rag was unnecessary. Stryker pulled the rag out of Bob's mouth and asked, "Do you know where he will go?"

"You have no right to arrest a legal American citizen, and I suspect that you have violated our personal rights and tapped our phones. I want a lawyer. I want a lawyer. Also, the one she just sold is selling sex. I want to report her." "

A gorgeous-looking woman with heavy makeup came over and punched Bob in the face, knocking his mouth off.

Bob was so angry, "You..."

As soon as Bob spoke, he was very elegant and easy-going. The woman's face became more and more gloomy. Finally, she kicked Bob violently in the crotch. Bob groaned in pain, rolled his eyes and fainted.

The special operations team members standing on guard inside the house couldn't help but shrink their butts when they saw this scene.

This kind of pain is the kind of pain that hurts just by looking at it.

I can't relate to it, but I can imagine it.

"Sorry, Colonel, I lost my temper."

"It's okay, as long as he can't die, he will be handed over to you for interrogation when he gets back." Stryker didn't dare to imagine this kind of pain, and resisted himself from shaking subconsciously, otherwise it would be quite embarrassing. "It's hard work this time." is you."

"It's not hard."

Stryker coughed and had Bob dragged out like a dead dog.

Duke pushed open the manhole cover on a street and got out. Now Duke was a little embarrassed, covered in indescribable sludge, accompanied by a stench.

Duke breathed in the fresh air on the street. It was already evening, the sun was setting, and there were not many people on the street.

Duke quickly walked to a corner without camera surveillance and took out his mobile phone. Pedestrians along the way covered their noses to avoid him. Such homeless people are not uncommon in New York. They sometimes sleep in the sewers and wake up. Will crawl out and look for things.

"Hey, Coulson, where are you now?"

"Nevada, someone here said they saw a flaming skeleton riding a motorcycle in the middle of the night."

"Encrypt my phone number first to make sure no one is listening."

"All calls to me are encrypted. No one except SHIELD can listen. It seems something has happened to you."

Duke did not hold Colson accountable for his failure to protect his company for the time being. He just stated to Colson the pursuit he encountered, "I am being targeted by the military and they want to arrest me."

"Why are they arresting you?"

"It seems that they are the group of people in the military who target criminal mutants. They may think that I are criminal mutants."

"Oh, this must be a misunderstanding. Okay, your identity as an agent is confidential for the time being. They don't know your identity. I will communicate with the military. Don't worry. Where are you now?"

"I haven't been caught yet, but one of my guys has been. His name is Bob. You try to get him out."

"Don't worry, as long as he doesn't break the law or discipline, he will definitely be able to come out. I will contact the military right away."

"Does prostitution count?"

"...Then he may have to stay in the police station for a few days."

"You should contact them quickly, I will run away first."

"it is good."

Duke hung up the phone and called his single-line contact in the military, "Hello, this is the New York branch of the National Defense Research Institute, what can I do?"

"It's me, Duke."

"Duke, why is your cell phone down? I can't contact you."

"I lost my mobile phone and just replaced it. This one is only for temporary use. Well, don't talk nonsense. Why am I being hunted down by the military?"

"Duke, you are the one who caused the trouble this time. I also want to save you, but it seems that Nick Fury discovered something. Some of us have been replaced, so the organization requires us to lurk temporarily. Don't No matter what move you make, you still need to get through the difficulties yourself this time."

"What happened"

"Have you offended the Stark Group?"

"I just saved their chairman not long ago"

"Well, it's Congressman Hannarson. He reported you to the police, saying that you were smuggling heavy weapons and leaking state secrets, and provided evidence.

However, your company has been sealed and no one of your persons has been found. Therefore, without any objection, you were convicted of the crime of endangering national security, and you were recorded as absconding in fear of crime.

Some of your men have superpowers that have been recorded by the military for a long time. After your crime was established, the military people were dispatched.

Duke, come on. "

Duke looked at the hung up phone in disbelief, "Hannason"

I didn't even have time to mess with you, but you came to mess with me again

Do you really think I can't handle you?

Just then Coulson's call came back, "Duke, you actually sold those people Jellik missiles and main battle tanks, which are all enemies of the United States."

"Colson, I have to eat. If I don't sell fans anymore, can't I sell some weapons to support my family? As a smuggler, it's normal for me to smuggle some weapons.

And this is also sold internally by Stark. There are people inside them who resell this stuff. I am just a middleman. "

Coulson also has some headaches, but Duke is one of the few superpowers currently recruited by SHIELD. It is related to a long-prepared plan of Nick Fury, and Duke himself is also a neutral and lawful type, so he can carry out communicate.

So Coulson could only do his best to help Duke get out of the military's predicament, "I have told them that this is SHIELD's plan. Your guys will be released soon, and they will no longer pursue you." , but you should be more honest these days, the election is coming soon, and Hannarson is one of the political stars in New York State, so don’t mess with him."

"I didn't mess with him, he suddenly came to mess with me." Hannarson wanted to get rid of Duke as his political asset. After all, Hannarson is still a borough president of Manhattan, New York, and getting rid of Duke would be very important to him. It can be said that his political achievements have been outstanding.

Of course, after learning that Duke had killed so many people with two against a hundred, and that he was a powerful mutant, Hannarson was even less likely to let Duke go.

Either don't do it, or do it absolutely.