I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

Connor let out a painful groan. Fortunately, he has a good habit of riding a motorcycle and wearing a helmet. Even if he was hunted down, he didn't forget to put it on. Otherwise, he fell off the motorcycle as hard as he did just now, and landed on the back of his head.

But even so, he felt black in front of his eyes, and the ground was constantly undulating and shaking like ocean waves, so much that he simply sat up.

Connor could barely open his eyes and watched the black smoke rising from under the bridge because of the explosion of the motorcycle.

There's no reason, that's how it is played in movies.

Besides, I have good driving skills, how could I fail?

Connor turned his head slowly and looked aside. The police car driven by the T1000 was rushing in. Amidst the Roar sounds of other police officers' surprise, the speed of the car did not slow down at all. Obviously, it wanted to kill Connor directly with the car.

At this critical juncture, a Harley motorcycle suddenly passed the police car and landed beside Connor. Then at this moment, T800 stretched out his hand to pull Conner up, and then turned the front of the motorcycle. The Harley motorcycle rose into the air again, just like the scene in the movie, flying over the guardrail of the bridge and landing on the river below.

"This unscientific!"

Connor was a little bit distraught.

"Why is this stupid big guy, it's okay to jump off the bridge on a motorcycle, and I fell so badly? Is it just because I'm a kid?"

But this was not over yet, and a scene that Connor couldn't accept appeared.

I saw the police car driven by T1000 drifting on the bridge, then broke the guardrail and jumped up from the bridge. Although countless sparks shot out from the bottom of the car and the ground, it was all right in the end and still chasing after him.

"This is fine too?"

Connor seemed to feel the world's deep malice towards him.

But T800 is not available, nor does this function worry about Connor's psychological problems. He put Connor in place, pulled out the shotgun inserted in the front of the motorcycle, and shot back with his backhand. Soon the front glass of the T1000 police car was smashed, but this did not hinder the effect. The T1000 slapped the broken front glass with a slap, and continued to chase it against the oncoming wind.

Now they are on a floodway. Only in the rainy season will there be water, and it is usually dry. This has also become a natural track, allowing them to enjoy racing.

The other police cars couldn't keep up. After all, they were all real people, not as crazy as the T1000, but the helicopter was still hovering in the sky, staring at them closely.

At this time, the police also recalled. They felt that there was something wrong with the T800 riding a motorcycle or the T1000 chasing a police car behind them, so they reported the latest situation.

After comparing the photos of the suspects, the police discovered with horror that the suspects photographed in T800 and a case ten years ago were almost identical.

Logically speaking, this is impossible. Even if it is the same person, within ten years, the facial features should have changed somewhat.

The police, who realized something was wrong, forwarded the clue to the NIA New York branch. And because Willie was still under quarantine review, this case did not arouse much attention from the NIA, but was sent to the agent nearest to the scene in accordance with the urgent task.

And Peter, happened to be nearby.

"Sorry, dear, I have an urgent task."

Peter glanced at his phone and smiled bitterly at his girlfriend Victoria.

Although Peter's super Spider-man identity is still kept secret, Victoria knew Peter from the beginning and knew everything about Peter, Sam and others. So instead of stopping her little boyfriend, she stood on tiptoe, kissed affectionately at the corner of Peter's mouth, and said softly, "You must pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry, don't forget, your boyfriend is a super Spider-man."

Encouraged by his girlfriend, Peter felt full of power, gave Victoria a thumbs up, and then took a deep leap away.

At the moment, the inside of the river is no different from the battlefield. Two robots one after the other, scooting at each other while shooting at each other. I don't know if their bullets are different from other normal bullets. When they were shot out and hit the ground, they all burst into fireballs, just like a grenade exploded.

However, it is clear that although the police car driven by the T1000 is a high-horsepower Dodge sedan, it still can't keep up with the agile motorcycle on the rugged and rubbish river. Gradually, the two sides moved apart. As long as they waited for the tunnel ahead, the T800 could get rid of the surveillance of the overhead helicopter and take Connor to leave safely.

At this moment, T800 suddenly felt a flash in front of him, and Connor, who was originally in front of him, suddenly disappeared. But fortunately, there was a scream above his head. T800 looked up and found that Connor was caught by a weird man in a masked tights, and he leaped into the distance.

"Ward Fak?"

Even the robot could not help but explode.

The T800 turned the front of the car, brushed shoulders with the T1000, rushed to a drainage channel next to it, and rushed up the embankment with a roar. But motorcycles can do this, police cars are out of play. T1000 can only jump out of the car, throw off his two long legs, and chase Connor.

Connor felt like he was making a volcano. Before he could react, he was already in the air. Then he fell quickly, and when he reached the ground, he flew up again. He came like this two or three times, and he vomited.

Yes, I really vomited.

So much so that Peter knew that Connor ate French fries and drank milk in the morning.

Fortunately, Peter used cobweb to stick Connor's back, which is equivalent to holding him, so Connor didn't vomit to Peter. Instead, he vomited all over himself without any waste.

"Okay, kid, you are safe."

After finding a park, Peter put Connor down. I wanted to reach out and pat Connor on the shoulder, but looked at him, and withdrew his hand: "By the way, don't forget that I am your good friend and neighbor, super Spider-man. If you have any questions, think about it later. Come to me."

He turned his head and glanced: "It seems that the person who held you is chasing you again. It's okay. You just wait for the police officer to come here, and that guy will hand it over to me."

With that, he jumped up and rushed towards T800.

"what?"

Connor's face was pale, and he hadn't woken up from the "roller coaster". He didn't catch a word of Peter's words.

For T800, only Connor is the target he needs to protect, and other people who hinder him are obstacles. What's more, Peter was still wearing a weird masked tights, so he unceremoniously raised the muzzle, aimed at Peter and pulled the trigger.

"Aha, almost, so risky."

Peter turned around flexibly in the air, and then flicked with both hands, several white shadows flew out, turning into layers of cobwebs, which were neatly stuck on T800's face.

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