Russia, somewhere, in a gloomy alley.

The boy was hiding his whole body tightly in the jacket with a hood, and his whole body was airtight. He walked in this dirty alley with his head buried deep in his head, and from time to time he flew over his back, making a sharp and sarcastic cry.

There were several other people hidden in the shadow at the end of the alley, and the strong smell of smoke floated out of the shadow, and the people inside seemed to be smoking clouds and mist.

"Is it you?" the boy asked carefully.

"What are you doing?" asked the person inside in Russian, "Is it a note?"

Although I couldn't understand what the other party was saying, I could roughly hear from my tone that I had found the wrong person. The boy waved his hand and said, "No, sorry, I'm just... looking for someone."

The people in the dark came out, and they were all bald. If they weren't for their muscularity and looking fierce, they would have looked quite funny.

"Sorry, I don't want to cause trouble." said the boy, "You'd better stay away from me."

"What is he talking about? Does anyone know English?"

"don't know."

"Wait, guys, don't you think this kid is weird? I think his eyes seem green, and his voice feels like it's echoing in my head."

"What? Are you scared?"

The gangster laughed and showed off his shaky knives.

"Are you kidding?"

The boy retreated repeatedly: "No, please don't..."

"Call you mom, maybe we will let you go with mercy." One of them approached with a smirk, and at this time they had already forced the boy to the corner.

The boy picked up his head and closed his eyes tightly.

No, he did this not because he was afraid that these gangsters would hurt him, but because he was afraid that the scene he would see next - it was simply a massacre.

A green light flashed by, and the screams echoed in the empty alley in an instant, and the remote alley seemed to have become a slaughterhouse in an instant. The boy squatted in the corner with his head closed with his eyes tightly, and his miserable wail echoed in his ears, and from time to time, even hot and sticky liquid splashed on him.

After a few seconds, it finally became quiet.

He raised his head carefully and saw the few people in front of him appearing on Eric's mobile phone screen without any surprise. She was wearing a black jacket as if she was always wearing a black jacket, her face almost swaying against the camera, as if she was confirming whether she was aiming at the camera.

"Is this OK?"

Eric smiled: "Yes, it's very beautiful."

"You haven't done it yet? You can't even make it to the final exam." Ruiwen asked.

"No." Eric shrugged helplessly, "Anyway, it seems to be in a deadlock for the time being. He was just going to recycle a set of Amooth armor, but now he seems to be involved in some other amazing things..."

"You know, I can go and help."

"No, no," Eric waved his hand, "It's not a difficult thing, I can do it myself."

After a pause, he asked, "How is the school? Nothing went wrong?"

"No. Sharon has given you a leave note. As long as you come back within a week, you should still be able to catch the exam."

"Well, there's still this, it's a little trouble." Eric scratched his head, "Okay, I'll try to finish it within a week. I can't believe I'm still having a headache for the exam."

Ruiwen smiled slightly: "You said that this is also an important part of life."

"Yes." Eric sighed, "Although my current state is still a bit different from what I originally thought of "living my life in peace."

After thinking for a while, he suddenly asked, "That...Raven, it's already our last semester in high school, right?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Did you ever think about what you want to do after graduation?"

Ruiwen tilted his head and thought: "If you want to be like an ordinary person... maybe you can get into a university? It shouldn't be. Don't you think so?"

"Is that right?" Eric unconsciously started to be stunned, saying to himself, "I may... not be sure. I know that maintaining a peaceful life like this cannot last forever, but I have never considered what the future will be. Although I said I don't want to be a hero like Superman in the future, I actually have no plans to become what I want..."

Ruiwen smiled slightly.

"It's okay." She said in a calm tone, "then it's better - no matter what path you choose, I will be with you."

Eric smiled, "That's right, then there's nothing to worry about. Let's talk about what's going on in the future."

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and Eric saw Natasha walking in at the corner of his eyes.

"Then let's do it today. It seems that something is wrong with me." Eric said, "Let's talk about it next time I have time."

"Well, then you're so careful."

The communication was hung up, and Natasha asked with a meaningful smile: "Time?"

Eric said: "Have you heard of staying in another place for too long and keep in touch? Tell me, is there any progress?"

"The possum escaped last night."

"Oh, your tone doesn't sound very urgent."

Natasha shrugged: "It's really not necessary. He is useless anymore. It would be better to say that keeping such a prisoner will make us unable to move here."

"So you didn't come here to tell me this specifically, are you?"

"No," said Natasha, "do you know Deathkill's son?"

"Rus's brother? Not very clear."

"Jerico Wilson, due to genetic reasons, has a certain mental ability, and will release a special energy signal when using it. Based on the integration of information obtained from the mouth of the opossum, we speculate that he may be the core of this so-called 'family problem'."

"Rus seems to have mentioned that he is a good old man."

"Personally, but once the ability explodes, it can be said to be a slaughter machine." Natasha said, paused, and said, "and not long ago, we detected the energy signal of his ability burst...just now."
Chapter completed!