I'm Not a Hero of God, I'm a Driver in Meiman

There is a workshop where various raw materials are piled up.

Octavius, or the artificial intelligence in his spine, needs to find some tools and materials to restore the mechanical tentacles...

At the same time, in the Osborne Industrial Building not too far from the Hammer Industrial Production Department, Norman Osborn with a crazy smile on his face had already slaughtered all the living people on the entire floor.

Bang!

The metal door of a laboratory was kicked open, flying several meters upside down and hitting the ground with a loud sound. The entire metal door was completely deformed at this moment, showing a concave shape, and a footprint was clearly visible in the depression above.

Norman Osborn walked into the laboratory barefoot, and went straight to a glass showcase not far away.

Bang!

Click!

The glass shattered all over the floor, and Norman Osborn broke the glass and walked in, his eyes looking at the green armor in front of him.

This is a green suit, different from Stark's steel armor, this suit is lighter and looks very flexible, with both shiny metal armor and what looks like some kind of fiber weaving The most eye-catching part of the soft part is the helmet of the battle armor. This is a helmet similar to an alien, with a sharp point at the back of the head, and an extremely hideous face. On the yellow split eyepiece, Norman Osborn's same face is reflected. Grim eyes.

Norman Osborn laughed wildly, stretched out his hand to caress the battle armor, then turned his head to look at a green skateboard suspended in the glass display case next to him, and the smile on his face was even brighter.

plus crazy...

In the setting sun, a pickup truck is leisurely passing through the streets of New York. It, or the destination of the owner in the car, is an apartment in Brooklyn.

Luke was in a good mood.

He was finally transferred to New York.

I have long wanted to come to this city.The law and order in this city, and all kinds of extraordinary events emerging one after another, made him feel like he was in Los Angeles, not to mention that this city may be the stronghold of Yanlong Xia!

If you make a list of people you want to arrest the most, Yan Longxia is obviously at the top of Luke's list.

It's not appropriate to say arrest.

Luke knew very well what Yan Longxia did. Generally speaking, he still tended to be on the side of justice, but the methods were somewhat violent.

And recently, this person who took the initiative to solve it was an existence that he and his colleagues in New York couldn't figure out at all.

hero?

Luke was noncommittal about the position that everyone gave Yan Longxia.

He just wanted to know the true identity of this Yanlong Xia!

He wanted to see this guy take off his armor for himself!

Fortunately, he finally transferred here and became a member of the NYPD.

Luke held the steering wheel with one hand, and slowly clenched his fist with the other.

Just a week ago, he woke up in the morning feeling stronger.

He could easily blow the door off the door frame, jumping four or five meters high, and his running speed was much faster than before.

After the initial surprise, Luke quickly adapted to the new body, and his fighting spirit became even higher.

He must make good use of this power to punish evil and promote good, and fight against evil!

Maybe...you can also use this strength to wrestle with Yan Longxia?

Luke couldn't help laughing as he fantasized about that scene.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and Luke pressed the switch of the Bluetooth headset to answer it.

A moment later, Luke frowned, glanced at the rearview mirror, and turned the steering wheel violently.

The pickup truck rubbed out a lot of smoke on the road, and drove towards the Osborne Industrial Building at a very high speed.

There, there is a situation!

In the Osborne Industrial Building, there were flames and black smoke on every floor at this moment, and explosions could be heard from time to time, as well as a permeating laugh.

boom!

Suddenly there was a violent explosion sound from the third floor, the flames broke through several windows, and the smoke billowed upwards.

A green figure suddenly pierced through the flames, with a green flying skateboard under its feet, dragging out two streams of air.

Outside the building, a dozen police cars lined up in a mess. A group of New York policemen looked up at the lunatic in green armor, and raised their guns one after another.

"NYPD! Those in green armor, raise your hands and fly down!" A policeman shouted with a loudspeaker, a drop of cold sweat quietly falling on his face.

The flying guy in front of him is definitely not a good stubble, and he is not something they can deal with, but they can't count on Iron Man and armored warriors again and again. Right now, they have to stand up to this level by themselves.

Help is on the way, and a lot of colleagues are coming, and they can do it.

However, the guy in the sky suddenly laughed wildly, and a large number of bullets spewed out from the flying skateboard under his feet, and several colleagues were immediately knocked down by the bullets.

The gunshots were loud.

But the guy in green had more firepower. A police car was directly pierced by bullets and exploded in the fuel tank.

The flames soared into the sky, and the police car jumped up half a meter in place and smashed hard to the ground.

The policeman with the loudspeaker threw away the loudspeaker, held a Remington in both hands, and was about to shoot at the guy in the sky.But at this moment, who is there in the sky?

"Are you looking for me?" A penetrating voice sounded from behind, and the next moment, a ball with flashing lights was stuffed into his collar.