In the dark night.

The night was shrouded in a narrow alley, and the darkness that was unseen was squirming in the dirty corners. It had just stopped a few hours ago. The wet alley was dirty and exuded a nauseating smell, and the whole alley was smelly.

The pickup truck dragged a long cargo box and stopped outside the alley. The huge wheels ran through the light yellow water and splashed with splashes. Two men with stubble jumped out of the seat, one wearing a baseball cap and the other with a slippery bald head. They came to the rear of the car and opened the car. The bleak street lights shot into the cargo box, illuminating several thin young men. They were wearing dirty leather jackets, and two of them had patches on their jeans, looking quite pitiful, but their eyes were without exception with the perseverance that only trapped beasts who were determined to fight to the death.

The young people didn't say much, and jumped down with the two men. The group quickly entered the depths of the alley and came to a wooden door that was so old that it was dilapidated. The stone door frame was filled with cracks, and the walls on both sides were covered with colorful graffiti. According to the covered wall ash and the traces of falling off, it seemed that it had been a while.

The man in the lead took out a bunch of keys. The moment the wooden door opened, a thick ashes that seemed to be swallowing everyone was pouring in. The man behind him followed him in with a black suitcase, and the young people followed one after another.

The man in the baseball cap squatted down and placed the suitcase flat on the ground. The box was opened, and a gun-shaped syringe lying flat inside, and a neatly arranged row of test tubes lying in it. The other man also put down the rolling gate at the door, making a violent "rattle" noise.

The man in the cape inserted the reagent into the syringe and turned to the young man and said to the pair: "Are you sure you have thought about it? In the last chance, you still have time to regret it."

No one spoke, but they all expressed their determination with their eyes.

The man in the baseball cap nodded and stopped asking. The young people rolled up their sleeves in turn and lined up to let the man inject the medicine into his arms, just like a hospital lined up for injections.

Three minutes later, the first person had an attack - he twitched in pain, rolled on the ground for two rounds and then disappeared. The same was true for the young people afterwards. Everyone experienced a painful struggle, leaving scratches with blood marks on the walls and ground, and the whole process only lasted for a minute.

In the end, everyone fell down. These young people fell all over the ground, looking more miserable than the other.

The two men looked at each other.

"Did you see anything?"

"I saw nothing."

"This shouldn't be." The bald man scratched his bare head, "What should happen."

The man in the cap snorted: "It's a squib, I'm sorry. Let's go back to the car now, let's start from scratch..."

Speaking of this, the changes suddenly happened. The young people who fell to the ground suddenly twitched one after another like a flash of light, and were painfully like patients with spasms. Their skin seemed to be stuffed into a fire meteorite, and the flames were transmitted through the skin, and the structure and blood vessels were illuminated clearly, as clear as fluorescent lamps in the dark.

The temperature in the room rose rapidly and instantly became like a burning oven. The injected young people began to roar one after another, making it hard to imagine what kind of pain it was to make such a tragic howl.

The two men looked at each other, nodded, put away their suitcases and exited the room, locked the rolling gate. They cleared all the traces around and quickly left the alley shoulder to shoulder. After a moment, the truck ran away with a roar. The bleak lights reflected on a pool of light yellow sewage, and the howlings in the old house were still endless.

Early in the morning, Eric's home.

Ruiwen stood by the dining table, staring at the fragrant egg bread rice on the table and asked, "This is..."

"Egg-bread rice," Eric walked out after washing his hands in the kitchen, and threw the apron onto the back of the chair with a smile. "Have you eaten before?"

"No, no..." Riven looked at him for a moment and asked tentatively, "Uh, you... are okay?"

Eric smiled and shrugged: "What can I do? As you can see, I'm very good. Why, don't you like to eat?"

"No, I just didn't expect you to be in the mood to do this."

"Because I heard you are coming, of course I have to entertain you. You don't seem to be able to make breakfast for me."

Ruiwen wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, she sat down first, picked up the spoon and tasted it, nodded slightly: "Well... it tastes delicious."

Eric smiled: "That's right, the new recipe I just came up with, guess what I put in this time?"

Riven stared at him for a moment, put down the spoon, and whispered: "You'd better... don't be so arrogant. I'm just... talking, make sure you're okay."

Erick paused for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Are you caring about me? I'm very moved, but I'm really fine."

"No, you have it, I can tell." Ruiwen said, "Don't you want to talk about it? What's going on with your father?"

"About suddenly discovering that my father might actually be an anti-human super criminal? I haven't guessed this possibility at all... It's okay."

Even though he said this, he still withdrew a little smile on his face intentionally or unintentionally.

Dr. Charlotte has never appeared since. ASUS did the finishing work for him and cleared the war zone, but neither the guy who claimed to be Padric Charlotte or Dr. Anthony Ivo, there was no movement in the past two days.

But it won't be long, Eric had this premonition that something was going to happen soon.

"I think I can understand the aspect of 'Dad is a bastard'. Whether you believe it or not, if you know half of the bad things my father has done, you will understand it."

"I don't think I know whether you believe it or not." Eric said half-jokingly, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Life hasn't changed much, right? I'll still go to school and still occasionally keep in charge of the other people's business that I have to deal with, but there is an evil dad to defeat on the schedule, that's all."

Revan sighed softly. She felt that she had already understood Eric. At some point he was quite stubborn. Of course she would not believe that Eric was really as indifferent as he showed, but he obviously would not be willing to talk.

Sometimes when she hopes she can help him, she always feels so powerless, as if he deliberately does not let others help.

As if seeing what she was thinking, Eric smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't show such an expression." He smiled, "Don't worry, I'm really fine. Besides, I said that guy is not my father, and no matter who or what he is... I will knock him down."
Chapter completed!