Chapter 656

Connor let out a painful groan. Fortunately, he had the good habit of riding a motorcycle and wearing a helmet. Even if he was chased, he didn't forget to wear it. Otherwise, I will fall off the motorcycle as hard as I did just now, and the back of my head will hit the ground, not to mention my head broken and bleeding. Maybe my brain will come out.

But even so, he felt the darkness in front of him, and the ground fluctuated like a wave, so that he didn't sit up at all.

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

There's no reason. That's what happens in movies.

Besides, I'm good at driving. How could I fail?

Connor slowly turned his head and looked aside. The T1000 police car is rushing in. In the surprised voice of other police officers, the speed does not slow down at all. Obviously, it wants to crush Connor directly.

At this critical juncture, a Harley Motorcycle suddenly crossed the police car and fell next to Connor. Then at this moment, T800 reached out and pulled Connor up and turned the motorcycle head again. Harley Motorcycle soared up again, just like the picture in the film, leaping over the guardrail of the bridge and falling onto the river below.

"This is unscientific!"

Connor was a little sad and angry.

"Why did this big fool jump off the bridge on a motorcycle, and I fell so miserably? Just because I'm a child? "

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

The T1000 police car drifted one by one on the bridge, then broke the guardrail and jumped up from the bridge. Although countless sparks were smashed from the bottom of the car and the ground, it was all right in the end and was still chasing closely.

"Is that ok?"

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

However, the T800 is not free and does not have this function. He worries about Connor's psychological problems. He puts Connor away, pulls out the shotgun inserted in the front of the motorcycle, and shoots back with his backhand. Soon, the front windshield of T1000 police car was broken, but this did not hinder it. T1000 slapped the broken front windshield and continued to chase after it against the oncoming wind.

Now they are in a spillway. There is water only in the rainy season. It is dry in ordinary times, and this has become a natural track for them to enjoy racing.

Other police cars can't keep up. After all, they are real people, not as crazy as the T1000, but the helicopter is still hovering in the sky and staring at them.

The police also recalled at this time. They felt that there was something wrong with the T800 racing on a motorcycle or the T1000 chasing in a police car behind, so they reported the latest situation.

After comparing the photos as like as two peas, the police found that the suspects in T800 and ten years ago were almost identical.

According to the truth, this is impossible. Even if this is the same person, there should be some changes in facial features in ten years.

Aware of something wrong, the police handed over the clue to NIA's New York branch. Because Willie was still under quarantine, the case did not attract much attention from NIA, but was sent to the nearest agent from the scene according to the urgent task.

And Peter happens to be nearby.

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

Peter glanced at his cell 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 Peter affectionately at the corner of his mouth and said softly, "you must pay attention to your safety."

"Don't worry, don't forget, your boyfriend is super spider man."

Encouraged by his girlfriend, Peter felt full of strength, gave Victoria a thumbs up, and then leaped away in depth.

At this time, there was no difference between the river and the battlefield. The two robots were racing and shooting at each other. I don't know if their bullets are different from other normal bullets. When they are shot out and hit the ground, they burst into fireballs, just like grenades.

However, it is obvious that although the T1000 police car is a high-powered Dodge, it still can't catch up with the flexible motorcycle on the garbage and rugged river. Gradually, the two sides opened the distance. As long as they got into the tunnel in front, the T800 could get rid of the monitoring of the overhead helicopter and leave safely with Connor.

At this time, T800 suddenly felt a flash in front of him. Connor, who was originally in front of him, suddenly disappeared. Fortunately, however, there was a scream above his head. T800 looked up and found that Connor was caught by a strange man in a masked tights and jumped into the distance.

"Waldfalk?"

Even robots can't help but utter foul language.

T800 turned around, passed T1000, rushed to a nearby drainage channel and roared up the river embankment. But motorcycles can do this, and the police car won't work. T1000 can only jump out of the car, get rid of his two long legs and chase Connor.

Connor felt like he was making a volcanic car. Before he could react, he was already in mid air. Then he fell rapidly, and when he reached the ground, he flew up again. So he came two or three times, and he threw up.

Yes, I did.

That Peter could know that Connor ate French fries and drank milk in the morning.

Fortunately, Peter stuck Connor's back with spider silk, which was equivalent to holding him, so Connor didn't vomit to Peter, but all vomited on himself in a flash, and there was no waste at all.

"All right, boy, you're safe."

He found a park and peter put Connor down. He wanted to reach out and pat Connor on the shoulder, but looked at him and retracted his hand: "by the way, don't forget that I'm your good friend, good neighbor, super spider man. If you have any problems, think of coming to me."

He looked back and said, "it seems that the person holding you is coming again. It's all right. You'll wait here for the police officer to come. I'll give that guy to me."

With that, he jumped up and rushed to T800.

"Ha?"

Connor was pale and hadn't sobered up from the roller coaster. He didn't hear a word Peter said.

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

"Aha, almost, it's close."

Peter turned around flexibly in the air, then played with his hands, and several white shadows flew out, turned into layers of spider silk and pasted it on T800's face.