Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

"My God, this guy, those legs, I wonder what kind of implants they have, it's insane."

"Sigh, what should I do now? Should I just stay here and wait for him? No, I need to find somewhere to hide. That idiot made such a commotion, I wonder if he'll attract the company's security guards." Crab muttered to himself helplessly.

"Ah!" Just then, the crab felt a hand pat his shoulder from behind, and he cried out in alarm.

"Shh!" In an instant, a delicate little hand covered his mouth.

The crab stopped squealing, and he slowly turned around in horror. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and lost consciousness.

Zhao Chen jumped and landed in the middle of the building, gripping the gap in the wall tightly.

He dared not look down, and he (Nomaho) did not know how high he had jumped.

Although he knew very well that he wouldn't die or even get hurt if he fell from here, he was worried that he would be scared to death if he fell, or that his hard-earned new clothes would be ruined.

He wanted to get into the building, but he didn't know how. He couldn't just punch through the glass and jump in, could he? If he did that, he'd definitely be on the front page of the news tomorrow.

But he couldn't jump up again, because he was afraid that his enormous strength would cut the building in half, since he didn't know how well the building was constructed.

There must have been some corner-cutting in the workmanship.

Zhao Chen, who was exceptionally clever and lucky, was now awkwardly half-hanging in the middle of the building, unable to go up or down.

Several tens of minutes passed, and the night wind high in the sky grew even colder, almost biting to the bone.

Even the god-like Zhao Chen shivered from the cold wind.

Chapter 1103 The Conspiracy Between the Company and the Rebels

A wave of drowsiness slowly washed over Zhao Chen, and he tried to wake himself up.

It's hard to imagine who could be so sleepy in this kind of environment.

Of course, it could only be Zhao Chen.

For most people, a crack in the wall, clinging to the edge of a building, would barely hold them up, but at this moment, they were already exhausted and had fallen off.

But Zhao Chen was different; he simply held onto the edge of the building and found it becoming easier and easier.

Several more minutes passed, and Zhao Chen could no longer bear it. He let go and began to fall from the hundredth floor.

In that instant, he suddenly came to his senses and felt himself falling freely.

He wasn't afraid, and he himself hadn't expected to be able to adapt to this speed. Perhaps it was because of time travel, having long been accustomed to this feeling of going from one world to another.

However, he suddenly became nervous.

He's fine; at worst, he can just buy a new outfit.

But he was worried about what would happen if it fell and hit someone or other plants.

He tried to concentrate and grab onto the building, but he failed and continued to fall.

Just as Zhao Chen completely lost control, he felt his divine power.

I sensed a super power within myself that I had not yet fully awakened.

Suddenly, Zhao Chen, who was in freefall at high speed, stopped in mid-air.

It came to a steady stop here, just like a helicopter.

Upon closer inspection, one can see Zhao Chen's back.

It's jaw-dropping.

His back has a pair of huge wings.

These wings are not as pure white as angel wings.

It's not as dark and evil as Demonwing.

But in fact, these wings look even darker and more dangerous than the Demon Wings.

This is a wing made of natural blades, a wing full of sharp edges.

Zhao Chen looked back at his newly awakened wings and nodded in satisfaction.

Although he flapped his wings and slowly flew towards the rooftop.

Although it was just a casual, slow flight, this speed was still too fast.

In the blink of an eye, he flew to the rooftop and slowly landed on the helipad at the top of the building.

He used his mental power to retract his wings and touched his back at the same time.

The wings had disappeared, absorbed into his physical strength.

And his back (chdb) didn't have a single scratch, as if the wing had suddenly disappeared, which was very strange.

However, Zhao Chen was very satisfied.

He slowly walked down from the tarmac.

"At such a high place, even higher than the clouds, I doubt anyone would hear a sound."

Zhao Chen then walked to a door on the top floor that resembled the one on the helipad.

He roughly stretched out his hands and, with just a little force, pulled the door off completely without making a sound.

Zhao Chen went inside and then locked the undamaged transparent glass door back in place.

"I'm so clever!" Zhao Chen said smugly. He was still happy and excited about his new pair of wings.

He turned his head, and all he could see was darkness, but he could still sense the luxury of the place, the glass-enclosed room, the solid wood floors, and the incredibly opulent decorations throughout.

“Anyway, this room is above the clouds, so lighting it up shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Zhao Chen said, preparing to release the Dark Force and use the current generated by the Force to light up the entire room.

However, before he could unleash the power of the Dark Force, the place suddenly became brightly lit.

Like a trap, Zhao Chen was waiting for a bunch of idiots lying in ambush to appear around him.

However, no surprise occurred; nothing happened.

All I could hear was the sound of an elevator coming up from not far away.

somebody is coming.

Even someone as powerful as Zhao Chen, who is invincible, deliberately made himself nervous in order to find a little bit of excitement for himself.

He looked back and saw an iron cage enclosed by thick iron bars. The bars made it impossible to see what was inside, or what terrifying thing it might be.

"There is."

Zhao Chen slowly walked to the iron cage, gently pried open the thick iron bars with his hands, then went inside, and then slowly put the iron bars back in place.

Soon, the elevator doors opened, and three people walked in.

An old man, seemingly untouched by any alterations, had a bald head with a single white beard dot on his philtrum, while his chin was clean-shaven, making him look like a Japanese man.

The person behind him surprised Zhao Chen greatly.

He almost yelled "You bastard!"

This person was none other than the despicable pretty-faced general that Zhao Chen had seen in the rebel army camp.

Behind them stood Caesar, the half-human, half-machine monster who had been nearly killed by Riven. He seemed to have been perfectly repaired; his head, which had been knocked off, was now filled with numerous electronic chips and metal. He followed closely behind the two without uttering a word.

Like a powerful bodyguard, it always protected the comfort of these two people.

This old man looks like a senior executive of the company, or even the company's top leader or founder.

And that pale-faced bastard general who exudes an undetectable stench—they must be plotting something here so late.

The omniscient and omnipotent Zhao Chen never imagined that the resistance was just a smokescreen.

He wanted to rush out and strangle the young man right now, and then question the old man about the situation.

But he wasn't going to do that, because it would be too boring. Zhao Chen imagined himself as a scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken.

Imagine a skinny scholar sneaking into the most powerful, evil, advanced, and sophisticated place in the world to do petty theft. Doesn't that sound exciting?

"Father, is there something important that you summoned me here so late?"

It turns out that the old man was the young man's father.

"It's nothing much, I just want my daughter to take over my position. I'm so old, it's time to retire."

"Why? Are you making me manage the resistance? Am I not doing a good job? Why not give me this position?"

“Caesar, you can go down the elevator now. We have important matters to discuss here. My son, don’t you understand? You are not mature yet, and you lack the aura of a king.”

"But, but I've done my best, why? Am I really not good enough?" The pretty boy suddenly burst into tears.

"A loud crack."

"You worthless piece of trash, do you think you have the right to question me? I said you should continue to be the leader of the resistance, so you should just stay in that position." The old man seemed to be getting angry.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dad shouldn't have hit you. I was just a little agitated because I'm about to retire. Can you forgive me?" With that, the old man turned his back to the young, pale-faced general and sighed.

"No, Father, it was my fault. I shouldn't have said those things. Perhaps I really am incompetent."

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the young man pulled out a dagger and slit the old man's throat from behind.

Chapter 1104 The Company's Conspiracy