Accidentally draw out the black light virus, I am invincible

Each of the opponent's punches was not a simple punch, and there was a sharp wind blade on his fist, and dozens of punches hit the same place.

The rifle didn't break through the skin of the defense, but under Moser's high-speed fist wind blade, it actually broke a little.

The loathing also clearly saw that the blood from his beating didn't splash around, but melted into his fist strangely.

One drop of blood affects two drops of blood, two drops of blood affects four drops of blood...

Moser's fist didn't stop until it hit the ground.

When the two of them hit the ground, they hated and were half dead.

The originally huge body shriveled a lot at this time. People who didn't know the inside story only thought that the hatred was to restore the normal body shape, but they didn't know that it was because his blood was absorbed too much by Mercer.

Mercer stood on top of him, looking down at him with a victorious attitude.

The scene is like a lamb standing on a giant elephant, which brings a strong visual impact to people.

"I seem to be able to absorb him?"

Moser's body trembled very lightly, not because of the fear in front of everyone, but because of a desire to move around the corner.

For the black light virus, which relies on absorbing creatures as its evolutionary condition, hatred is a rare and great supplement!

But reason told Mercer he couldn't do it.

Looking at the crowd clattering around, Moser's superhuman strength is already shocking, if he absorbs the hatred again.

What this ability brings is not shock, but panic!

Absorbing and transforming people into him is still too difficult for the masses to accept.

"Forget it, there is more time to act, there is no need to pick this time when there is a large crowd."

Moser shook his head in disappointment. He didn't want to and couldn't become a public enemy yet, so he turned his head and looked around.

Although it is said that the block is closed, there are still many good things people mixed in, and some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Moser didn't know what would happen if he absorbed this kind of thing at will, and he couldn't easily try it in such a large crowd.

"Hey, are you still fighting? Didn't you just have a lot of ability? Get up and practice again."

Moser stepped on it, and the hard ground cracked many cracks in all directions under his foot.

"Don't fight, don't fight."

The hatred that gradually turned back to ordinary people quickly waved his hands, wailing in his heart, his blood loss rate was worse than being caught for an experiment.

So he didn't dare to move anymore, and let the special forces next to him run up and inject those anesthetic bombs into his body.

Seeing that the hatred is so honest, Moser curled his lips, it seems that this guy also knows his own situation.

Seeing that Abomination had turned back to a normal person, the special soldiers next to him hurried forward to arrest him and locked him in a special cage.

Everyone thought that the matter was about to end, but they heard a loud shout.

"Surround him!"

The S.H.I.E.L.D. rapid-response special forces led by Rumlow stepped forward with guns to surround Mercer.

For some reason, Rumlow, holding a gun, was more nervous than ever.

It seemed that the person standing in front of him was not a person, but a ferocious beast ready to go. If he didn't pay attention, he would be bitten into bones.

Seeing the person in front of him pointing a rifle at him, Moser narrowed his eyes slightly, he really had the urge to do something.

The Rumlow in front of him has a title in the future, Crossbones.

He is the enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D., a senior member of Hydra. In Mercer's memory, he is one of the sinners who caused the Avengers' civil war.

"I advise you to put the gun down."

Squinting his eyes under the hood, Moser glanced at the special forces around and said coldly.

The not-so-standard English was so murderous that it made one's hairs stand on end.

Carter looked at this scene with a complicated face, she was the only one present who knew Mercer's identity.

It's hard to imagine Mercer's performance coming from a 17-year-old boy.

"What are you doing, put the gun down!" Carter shouted.

"But the captain, he." Rumlow hesitated, frowning and staring at Moser in front of him.

"He can even take down that big gray guy. Do you think the rifle can hit him?"

Carter didn't call Mercer by name directly. The latter was wearing a hood, obviously not wanting others to see his identity.

She repeatedly emphasized that Rumlow had no choice but to put down the gun. The other party's position was higher than hers, and she still had to listen to her outside.

As everyone knows, their behavior saved their lives.

If Moser was shot, he wouldn't just stand there and get beaten up. He would naturally "chow down" to absorb others, and the scene would definitely be miserable.

"Humph."

When everyone put down their rifles, Moser snorted coldly, raised his head slightly under the hood, and looked at the surrounding buildings.

In the next second, he saw red and black brilliance wriggling on his legs, and he jumped straight into the sky with all his strength.

Moser, who jumped in mid-air, retracted his legs, stretched his arms, and glided out like a flying squirrel, disappearing before everyone's eyes.

It can still fly!
"This kid actually has this ability, I have to ask him what's going on..."

Looking at the direction Mercer left, Carter muttered in his heart.

The farce ended with Moser's departure, and many onlookers took photos.

The strange thing is that with so many people present, no one took a picture of Moser's face, at most there was only a side face exposed under the light.

With this profile alone, Moser became popular on the Internet.

"My God, I've never seen such a perfect profile!"

"Look at his sharp jawline, isn't this really an actor specially invited to act!"

"You're chasing stars and being silly upstairs, don't you think there is a camera at the scene?"

All of a sudden, the rumors about Mercer on the Internet were divided.

Everyone was guessing who the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared was, and his limelight even overwhelmed the hatred.

Moser didn't care about these things. He landed on the top of a building and looked down at the city.

After digesting what happened just now, Moser was a little excited. The golden finger he had been waiting for for so long was finally opened.

He raised his right hand, and the black light substance in his palm squirmed, forming a container the size of a beverage can in his palm, and what was placed in it was the blood of abomination.

『The system has detected something that can be converted into a card. Would you like to convert it? 』

A system voice suddenly sounded in his mind, making Moser stunned. Can this thing be converted into a card?

"Let's transform, anyway, I don't know what will happen if this thing is directly absorbed, let's transform and see."

He didn't dare to absorb it hastily, or he would turn into a ghost that hates it, and the gain would outweigh the loss.

As soon as the words fell, the loathsome liquid in Moser's hand disappeared, replaced by a palm-sized rectangular card.

The center of the card has a pattern of hating blood, in the shape of water droplets, and the top has its name, hating blood.

At the same time, a box popped up in front of him.

[Card Name: Hate Blood]

【Grade: B Grade】

[Effect: Get a small part of the enhancement of hatred, and it seems to be more effective when paired with the black light virus. 】

Looking at the words written on the face frame, Moser was a little surprised.

"A monster that hates this kind of strength can only be regarded as a B-rank?"