Shining Marvel Saints

When we returned to the orphanage, it was already midnight, and Grandma Joan sat in the lobby waiting as expected.

"Why are you back so late?" Joan Anhu asked with a serious face.

"Go out with Uncle Li to gain experience, grandma who is fine." Le Xia directly used Uncle Li as a shield.

"Don't hang out with that old guy, be careful not to be spoiled by him." Joan stood up, "By the way, don't go out tomorrow, Miss Potts from Stark Industries is coming to pick up Clarice, when the time comes for you I will deliver."

"OK."

Grandma Joan An was getting old and couldn't bear the pain of parting, Le Xia didn't refuse.

After sending Joan back to the house, Le Xia returned to her room and directly dialed Parker's number.

"Hey, did Uncle Ben scold you?"

‘It’s okay, I’ve dealt with it, what you told me about improving your strength from equipment, I’ve already opened the browser page. '

Le Xia recalled the plot of "The Amazing Spider-Man", and then said uncertainly, "I seem to have read on the news that the Osborne Group has developed a technology that can store a long length of cable in a small volume. You look it up. Since you're Spider-Man, it'd be a disservice if you couldn't spin webs like a spider."

'Okay, let me take a look, hey, there are, tensile strength biological cables, a small ball can hold several meters long, I can use this to make a spider silk launcher, and then I can fly over the wall, um, this Great idea, I'm going to do it now...'

After finishing Parker, Le Xia hung up the phone, dragged out the holy clothes box, and began to think about his future.

As a saint fighter reserve, there is only one way for Le Xia to become stronger, and that is to comprehend the small universe, put on the saint clothes, and become a real saint fighter.

But the current situation is that he has not yet reached the standard of becoming a saint, and the saint cloth does not know how to get it out of the saint cloth box.

If he wanted to improve his strength enough to compete with Hawkeye in a short period of time, he had to think of another way.

Since there is no holy clothes, I have to settle for the next best thing and choose ink clothes.

Cultivate the myriad phenomena to the climax, you can manifest the Qi in your body, and form a protective ink coat on your body surface like a holy garment.

However, compared with the Saint Cloth, the defense of the Mo Cloth is a bit of a joke, and it is useless in front of the Saint Warrior who has the ability to destroy matter from the atomic level.

Originally, Le Xia didn't want to get this flashy ink coat, it was a waste of time and energy.

But for him now, Moyi is a rare armor.

Although it is not as good as the Saint Cloth, it should be no problem to resist Hawkeye's wave of black arrows.

When sitting cross-legged on the holy clothes box, Le Xia made a decision, as long as he didn't die on it tonight, he would not take the initiative to get down.

He swore that he would never let anyone point an arrow at his head again.

With the determination to die, Le Xia persisted on the holy cloth box for a full hour, which was twice as much as the half hour the night before.

Until the end, when he almost passed out due to the extreme discomfort in his body, the Saint Cloth Box automatically cut off the tempering for him.

Fortunately, otherwise, he would very likely become a time traveler who killed himself because of his practice.

Le Xia, who was on the verge of collapse, completely subconsciously started to practice the myriad things after the small universe of the Saint Cloth Box stopped.

A ten times high C-like feeling flooded his body, and he was instantly high.

When everything came to a stop, Le Xia opened his eyes, and there were two flames more than ten centimeters long in his eyes.

The flames then began to spread to the body, the tattered top was torn off, and the golden red Suzaku back pattern appeared on the back.

Immediately afterwards, the flames rose suddenly, submerging Le Xia's whole body. Five seconds later, the flames dissipated, and he was already covered in a black combat suit.

Suzaku's black clothes, appear!

The ink clothes are black, and Suzaku's ink clothes cover the body even more than the silver holy clothes, almost equal to the golden holy clothes. Not only that, but there are also a pair of black wings on the back.

Looking at himself in the mirror in the Suzaku ink suit, Le Xia vaguely saw the real fighter of the sky storm, star and underworld, Benu Huihuo for a moment.

At least seventy-eight percent like it, but in terms of shape, Suzaku Moyi's lines are slightly smoother than Mingyi's, and it looks a little less aggressive.

With the movement of Le Xia's consciousness, the black wings behind him opened suddenly, and with a light pat, Le Xia's legs gradually left the ground.

"Well, it's more and more like Huihuo," Le Xia said to himself, the black helmet pressed down the bangs on his forehead, covering half of his face.

"Since you borrowed the name of Huihuo, let's do what Bennu should do. I want the lives of the Russian mafia."

A gust of black wind passed by, and Le Xia in the room had disappeared.

Outside the abandoned factory building, Barton changed to another surveillance location. Although Le Xia and the others had retreated, as an agent, he couldn't stay in the exposed location for too long, so changing locations was a must.

Jimmy returned to the car and discussed what happened with Button through the communicator.

"Who are those two people?" Jimmy said with some fear, "Although the kid who fought with me is very inexperienced, his speed is so fast that I can hardly keep up, and he has a tough body." It was like a stone, he didn't respond when he hit it, but my hand was numb from the shock."

Barton looked around with a telescope at the new location, "I'm not too sure, but it shouldn't be a normal human being. There are documents about abnormal human beings in the S.H.I.E.L.D. agency's data. My level is not high enough to reach them."

"Miss Romanov is the same level 7 as you. If you don't know it, I don't know it." Jimmy tapped the steering wheel with his fingers regretfully.

"However, after this mission, you will be able to upgrade your level, and you may have access to relevant information by then."

"Don't be too happy," Barton said mercilessly. "Even if we come into contact with it, you are not high enough to tell you... Wait a minute, what is that?"

Jimmy looked at the sky, but it was too dark to see anything.

But in Barton's telescope, he clearly saw a large flying object flying towards him at high speed.

The flying object flew very fast, perhaps seven to eight hundred kilometers per hour, and among the known birds, the fastest flying peregrine falcon could not fly at four hundred kilometers per hour.

"WTF! Is this an angel?"

The flying object gradually approached, and Barton could probably see his outline clearly. It was a humanoid object with flapping wings.

Winged aircraft are all fixed-winged and rely on propellers to provide power to fly, but this humanoid object flies by flapping its wings. Obviously, its flying ability is its own, rather than relying on equipment.

Barton was even more convinced of this when the black humanoid object flew over the abandoned factory building and flapped its wings to hover.

Knocking on the microphone, Button whispered, "Nat, I think we're in trouble."