Before long, the disgusting body, with its hard bones, was burned to ashes by the inflammation of the sky, leaving no residue.


    "Hey! There''s such a big noise just after crossing. I don''t know whether it''s good or bad! I''m afraid... I''ve appeared in the data of the Divine Shield Bureau and the military!"


    When all the dust settled, Zhang Han took back the inflammation of the sky and flashed away from the place of right and wrong.


    On the helicopter, general Ross was stunned, his eyes staring at the screen were covered with blood, his fists were clenched, and the veins on his fists burst.


    "That''s military property! This damn guy, for whatever reason, can''t destroy military property so recklessly!"


    "He has no right!"


    "Military! Military!"


    When Betty heard the speech, her anger suddenly surged out and shouted at her father, "just because of your experiment, so many innocent people died and so much property was destroyed!"


    "Until now, you haven''t repented and are still thinking about your experiment! In the face of such a serious tragedy, don''t you even have a little shame?"


    In the cabin, everyone stared at them in amazement, even the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.


    At this point, Betty''s eyes were gray. She sorted out her coat and whispered, "do you know why I have never mentioned my father in front of others in the past two years?"


    "That''s the answer!"


    After saying that, Betty packed her satchel and left without looking back when the helicopter landed on the ground.


    General Ross looked at his daughter''s far away back with a complex complexion.


    In Washington, D.C., at the headquarters of s.h.i.e.l.d., Nick Frey supported the console with his hands and his face was very dignified.


    Zhang Han''s xuzuo nenghu, and later the inflammation of the sky, brought him endless shock and fear. Previously, Frey never thought that human power could be so high.


    It is no exaggeration to say that it is more than enough to destroy a city with Zhang Han''s strength.


    If such a terrible force cannot be controlled in the hands of the state, what changes will it bring to the world?


    Warfare? Disaster Thinking of this, Frey didn''t dare to think any more!


    Just then, Maria Hill pushed the door and came in. She came to Frey and said seriously, "I''ve just scanned all the files, and none of them matches him."


    "His name, identity, occupation... We don''t know. It''s like he appeared out of thin air!"


    Frey moved in his heart, rewind the monitoring picture back to the moment when Zhang Han appeared, slowed down more than ten times, and watched carefully frame by frame.


    The picture shows that at the moment of hating smashing the taxi down, a black crack suddenly appeared, and Zhang Han''s figure drilled out of the crack.


    "Aliens? It doesn''t look like..."


    Frey held his elbows and thought about Zhang Han''s origin.


    If only from the aspect of Zhang Han''s appearance and body shape, he looks very Asian, but he has rare dark red hair and blood red eyes (write round eyes), which are very different from Asians with black hair and black pupils.


    After thinking for a long time, he couldn''t think of a specific place where people are similar to Zhang Han. Frey can only reluctantly press his mind and say to hill, "from now on, establish his file with encryption level of level 10."


    Level 10 is the highest level of authority of the Divine Shield Bureau. In other words, in the future, except for Frey, who is the director, and members of the World Security Council higher than him, no one has the right to access Zhang Han''s files.


    Hill nodded and turned away.


    "Wait!"


    Just as Hill pushed the door, Frey stopped her again. "You find a way to contact him, inquire about his origin, and assess his danger. If necessary, disclose our identity to him."


    "Why me?"


    Hill turned around, looked strangely at Frey and asked, "Colson should be better at this kind of thing. Isn''t it more appropriate to give it to him?"


    "His level is not enough. We must be prepared to be found by the other party." Frey shook his head and then said, "if he finds your identity, at your level, he should feel the attention of the Divine Shield Bureau, which is very important!"


    At this time, there are still several years left in the New York war. Phil Colson is only a level 7 agent, not the later director of s.h.i.e.l.d. With this in mind, Frey felt that it was more appropriate to contact each other as Hill''s Ninth level agent.


    After all, Zhang Han''s strength is really terrible. If one accidentally annoys the other party and drives xuzuo to anger with his own side... To be honest, the current Divine Shield Bureau has no strength to directly resist Zhang Han.


    Fortunately, judging from the events just now, this mysterious man of unknown origin still has a sense of justice! In this way, Frey was a little sure to pull him into his own camp.


    This night, countless people are doomed to toss and turn for the emergence of Zhang Han and Haoke, including worship and fear.


    On the Internet, the video of Zhang Han''s war with hawk and hatred immediately became the search headlines. There are tens of millions of messages below. It can be seen that Zhang Han is hot.


    At the same time, the president convened a meeting of members of Parliament overnight to discuss what kind of bill should be used to restrict the more and more mutants, psychic humans and even aliens on the earth.


    Zhang Han knows nothing about this, but he can guess something roughly.


    After all, a great war destroyed half of Harlem district. If the government did not respond, I''m afraid it would have been ousted by the angry people!


    The next day, in Manhattan, under the overpass, Zhang Han sat cross legged on a recliner to practice blade meditation, and the soul chopping knife was placed across his knees.


    The passers-by looked at him strangely, but no one dared to ask.


    Zhang Han condensed some Lingzi in his head and became a middle-aged man with black hair. Therefore, although he was in the downtown area, no one recognized him. He was the mysterious hero who angered the hulk and hated him yesterday.


    When the practice was over, Zhang Han opened his eyes, looked at the restaurant opposite, and realized a very serious problem... No money!


    "What should I do? Get a job?"


    Zhang Han took the soul chopping knife back into his body, put down his legs, put his elbows on his knees, supported his chin and thought hard.


    After more than ten years, in addition to eating and sleeping, it is practice!


    I''ve forgotten all the knowledge I learned in college. I want to find a job to make a living. Suddenly I find that I can''t do anything except kill!


    As for stealing, robbing and abducting, Zhang Han never thought about it.