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The hood twisted and curled up, and the circuit was clattering. In the slightly burning flames, the sunken car door slammed to the ground. The man with blood covered in his head was crooked out of the car door and landed on the ground. His vision was blurred at the figure that was bowing his head in the middle of the street.

Wang Ruhu raised his gaze silently, looked at the CIA who was lying on the ground and fainted from blood. He turned his head to look around the street. There were only a few pedestrians standing in the distance, looking in horror. Fortunately, the Americans were not enthusiastic, and as the streets were all products of the 1970s, there were few cameras.

After confirming the surrounding environment, Wang Ruhu turned around and walked to the alley that he had come out before. From time to time, he looked at his right hand and quickly turned to the O block. He returned to the apartment rented by Tori in one breath. The other party was not at home, so no one would disturb him.

Bang!

When the bedroom door met, he pulled over the curtains. Wang Ruhu took off his clothes, exposed his entire scarlet right arm, opened his palm, and several electric arcs jumped between his five fingers, and the blue and white light shone on his face, with a strange and complicated expression.

He just punched the CIA car, but he had no idea. He just fisted out of his heart and the scene of overturning the car was carefully played back in his mind for a while, without letting go of any details. It shouldn't be because of the idea of ​​discharge.

‘This thing is actually the instinct of a demon star?’

Wang Ruhu recalled for a moment, which should be related to his emotions. He immediately clenched his fist and his arms suddenly surround an arc of electric power. In the dim house, blue and white light flashed, illuminating his standing burly figure. He suddenly punched the air. The arcs of the intertwined arms instantly gathered at the fist and turned into a ball of electric power exploded.

In addition to the fist wind that is brought up, it also has the power of high voltage current.

However... Wang Ruhu tried to touch it with his other hand, and his fingertips were instantly bounced away by electricity, and his whole body froze for a moment. He probably understood that this ability actually did not belong to him, but the ability of the demon star attached to his arm.

‘What if it was fire at that time?’

A sudden thought flashed through my mind. Wang Ruhu hurried to the kitchen outside and took the igniter. The flames from his long mouth burned his palms. The temperature that came was only warm, but the scarlet piece attached to his palms moved, as if he was twisting back and forth by the flames.

I tried my best to avoid the burning of the flames, and after a moment, I returned to calm down again.

The sound of the key slightly twisting the door lock came from outside.

On this side, Wang Ruhu was still immersed in the experiment's thoughts, raised his palm in front of him, and clenched his fists at the moment—

As he guessed, the sound of flames rang out, and the burning and twisted waves of fire quickly extended their arms along their fists, and the heat waves came to their faces.

'imitate?'

Wang Ruhu stared at the palms in the flames and looked back and forth. The word "imitation" can be described as "imitation". That is to say, as long as the opponent attacks this arm, the countless demon star crystals on it are afraid of being endangered by their lives. They will evolve or imitate the opponent's attacks, allowing themselves to integrate with the opponent's abilities and not be harmed.

And the particles learned to gather together like electric eel cells to create discharge or flame.

To confirm the conjecture, Wang Ruhu released his fist, and the flame gradually became smaller. It was like releasing high-voltage current, but the flame still rushed out.

Sure enough, only one type of product is used.

The swaying fire shone on his face and thought, "But that's fine, this ability can be combined with me in combat."

Think about the superpower movies in movies and TV shows that in addition to using superpowers, they will have a little bit of fighting skills. Once they are approached, they will be slaughtered. With the terrifying fighting and the flames and currents brought out by each punch, Wang Ruhu couldn't help but smile when he thought about what kind of expression the enemy would be.

Next second.

call!

Huhu--

A ball of white smoke suddenly swept over from the side and instantly enveloped him. The choking foam penetrated into his nostrils. Wang Ruhu sneezes several times, and his whole body was covered with white foam. He waved his big hand and fanned it. He saw outside, the black man Tori was holding the fire extinguisher he was prepared at home and yelling and jumping back and forth.

"Don't worry, man! I can save you, the fire will be wiped out soon."

"Torry, enough."

Wang Ruhu wiped away the foam on his face in a dirt face, patted the black man who was trying to find credit and walked to the bathroom in anger, "I'm fine."

"Hey, did I do something wrong?" the black young man spread his hands and shouted, "I saw you on fire! Although it was cool, it was very dangerous and would burn the entire apartment. We can't afford to pay!"

"Thank you for your kindness, just to see if I can withstand the high temperature of the flames, don't think too much."

Wang Ruhu imitated his actions and spread his hands. He walked to the bathroom to lock the door, turned on the shower, closed his eyes and slid across his face and body, washing away the foam.

‘The Demon Star’s incident is a blessing in disguise…’

‘That blue light...is probably won’t help much. Maybe I’ll wait for a while and wait for the attacker to show up?’

After briefly thinking about the situation, outside the block he didn't know, several CIA vehicles were parked at the location of the accident. Smith watched the injured being carried into an ambulance. The damaged cars were being cleaned up one by one, and he was in a very bad mood.

First, the last ambush failed, and this time he was attacked by the other party, obviously being irritated.

‘But this is the difficulty of challenging, isn’t it…’

When the ambulance was gone, the assistant came to report the work, he smiled, "Don't worry, we should apply for another funding from the higher authorities. After all, we have printed several trillion recently, so we always need to spend somewhere, right? Let's write a report and exaggerate the matter. In addition to money, we also need to have special abilities and members with rich combat experience to join this hunt!"

at the same time.

At Chicago Hospital, Linda opened a luxurious ward with a bouquet of flowers. The woman on the bed had woken up and leaned against the head of the bed and was quietly flipping through a book.

"My dear boss, I don't think you are not injured."

Linda put the flowers in the low cabinet, walked to the spacious windows, pulled the curtains away, and the afternoon sun tilted in, pushing away the dimness and lights in the room.

Natalie felt the strong sunshine, squinted her eyes, and pressed the book off the bedding.

"You can't let me be quiet for a while?"

The woman who tied the curtains looked like she had just kept looking, came to the window and sat down, took an apple and peeled it, cut out a small piece and fed it to Natalie's mouth.

"You are my boss, I have to come to see you. By the way, do you know who saved you?"

Natalie's chewing red lips stopped, took the glasses on the cabinet and put them on, looked at the smiling woman in front of her, recalling her last memories before she fell into a coma.

"The Oriental Hercules you often mention?"

"It's him!" Linda cut off a small piece of pulp and fed it again. "It's so amazing. He almost removed the laboratory door, like an anxious knight, who showed the courage of his beloved princess... and his muscles. Oh my god, you didn't see it, it was so exciting."

The woman sitting on the head of the bed seemed not interested, so she picked up the book and read it again, and Linda was still talking to herself, and then sent the other party back to the company to take charge of the matter.

"Okay, then I'll leave first."

Thinking of the days when Natalie was away, maybe she could give the hero some reward, Linda opened the door and clenched her fists and trembled excitedly when she thought about it.

‘What should I reward?’

While she was thinking, Natalie didn't raise her head on the hospital bed behind her, staring at the lines of handwriting on it, and suddenly spoke to her slender back standing at the door.

"Let that person come over and be my personal driver."

Linda opened her mouth slightly, turned around, nodded blankly and muttered, "Arrogant boss."

The moment the door was closed, the pretty face, who was wearing makeup, suddenly smirked. He walked in the aisle and jumped around happily. His slender high heels almost fell to the corridor floor.

‘If you become the boss’ driver, you can see that annoying guy every day?’
Chapter completed!