Marvel starts with Drive as a Knight

"You are here for the monster just now. What do you know about these monsters? Where did they run out from?"

"We only know part of the information. They escaped from a laboratory during the alien invasion some time ago. These monsters are very powerful. Ordinary weapons and firearms cannot harm them. They seem to feed on human flesh.

Our mission is to track down and eliminate these guys, thereby reducing the threat they pose to the citizens."

"Eat human flesh."

Eric frowned and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"People living in this world have a really hard time. First there were vampires that fed on human blood, then there was the Fangire clan that sucked life energy. After a lot of effort the vampires were eliminated and the Fangire clan was controlled, now there's a group of monsters that eat human flesh.

It is really difficult to have such ambitious alien invaders in space."

"Thank you very much for destroying the monster. Otherwise, we would have to spend a lot of effort to deal with such a C-level monster. If we don't handle it well, we might even lose some of our brothers here."

Eric waved his hand.

"It's okay. This is what I should do. If you have any relevant information, please give me a copy."

Jun Ci knew that Eric asked for information because he wanted to help, which was exactly what he wanted.

"Some please wait a moment."

He immediately pulled out a USB drive from the computer in his deputy's hand.

"This contains all the relevant information we have collected. Please accept it."

Eric took the USB drive and nodded.

"Thank you very much. I will help you if I see you."

After saying that, Eric turned around and left without staying any longer.

He had to quickly tell everyone this information that a new monster had appeared in this troubled city.

"Captain, we found it."

A team member had already handed a ring that was almost melted to Jun Ci.

Jun Ci looked at the ring in his hand and smacked his lips.

"Is this the power of Kamen Rider? Even this specially made armband is about to be dissolved."

He sighed and put away the ring.

"Alright everyone, let's continue to the next signal point. Those monsters won't wait for us."

...

SHIELD.

"Chief, Team Two has new intelligence."

"I see."

Nick Fury closed the file and walked out of the office.

Coming to the computer, he saw the video message sent back by Team Two.

It was a battle video. Although it was at a distance, one could see a man in blue and white armor killing an Amazon in beast form with one sword.

"Is it IXA?"

"Yes, Chief. Team Two said that when they arrived, IXA had already dealt with the Amazons and asked them for relevant information."

The agent nearby reported.

Nick Fury narrowed his eyes slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Chief, Dr. Connors wants to see you!"

Just as he was thinking about something, an agent came back in a hurry to report.

"Director Fury."

Ignoring the agents' obstruction, Dr. Connors rushed into the combat command room.

"Dr. Connors, how is your recovery going?"

Nick Fury asked as he looked at Dr. Connors who couldn't be stopped by the two agents.

Dr. Connors spoke up.

"Director Fury, I have recovered. Please let me return to work!"

"Are you sure you've recovered?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I've been able to get back to work."

Nick Fury looked at Connors who insisted on returning to work.

"I see. Then you can go back to work. The original research base cannot be used anymore. You can go to the second research base this time."

After saying that, he asked someone to take Connors down first.

Before leaving, Dr. Connors looked back at the screen, and the scene on the screen froze at the moment when IXA killed the Amazons with one sword.

"Kamen Rider?"

Chapter 364: Mark Loses His Amnesia

Suburbs of New York.

The morning sun shines on the quiet farm, and the crowing of a rooster announces the arrival of a new day.

The gray-haired farmer pushed open the door, looked at his farm, took a deep puff from his pipe, and then blew out a smoke ring comfortably.

"Another beautiful day."

As he said this, he put on his hat, picked up his farm tools and walked towards the cowshed.

"Wait for me, old man."

An old lady wearing a headscarf and carrying a basket chased out.

"I heard the chicken coop crowing last night. I think there should be a lot of eggs today. I'll go take a look."

"Let's go, we still have a lot of work to do today."

The two walked together towards the back of the farm.

Arriving at the backyard, the farmer went straight to the cowshed, while the old lady went to the chicken coop.

She came to the haystack in the chicken coop and began to search.

She picked up the eggs one by one, but there were far fewer eggs than she had expected, and some were broken.

"It's strange. There's hay everywhere. How could the eggs break?"

With doubts, the old lady walked towards the depths of the chicken coop.

Suddenly he seemed to see the pile of hay in the corner move, as if there was something in it.

"Who is it? Who's in there?"

The nervous old lady yelled, but there was no response.

She thought she was seeing things, or maybe there was a chicken inside.

An egg rolled down beside the haystack and the old lady bent down and picked up the egg.

But when she raised her head, a man covered in black and red blood was lying in the haystack.

"what--!"

A scream echoed throughout the farm, and the basket of eggs fell to the ground, scattering the eggs all over the ground.

"What's the matter, old woman?"

The farmer ran over in a hurry and picked up the pitchfork beside him.

"Chavez! There's someone here!"

When he rushed to the old lady's side, he was also shocked. How could there be a person lying in the chicken coop on his own farm, a person covered in blood.

Mark was also awakened by the voices of the two elders. He opened his eyes dazedly and looked around blankly.

Old Chavez raised his pitchfork and pointed it at Mark and questioned.

"Boy, what are you doing here?"

"No, I do not know."

Mark shook his head blankly. He also wanted to know why he was here, but there were always only a few scattered images emerging in his mind.

Everywhere he looked, there was blood everywhere and ferocious monsters were chasing the people who were covering their hands. He could not remember anything else.

Old Chavez asked warily.

"You are not on drugs, are you confused? What's the matter with the blood on your body?"

Mark stretched out his hands and looked at the blood all over his body, the dark red blood with a disgusting stench.

But a picture instantly flashed through his mind. A hideous monster was torn into two halves right in front of his eyes, and dirty blood soaked his whole body.

"This blood is the blood of a monster."

"Monster blood. I think you are really addicted to drugs. I will call the police immediately and send this drug-addicted guy to jail."

After listening to what old Chavez said, Mark's face suddenly changed. Although he didn't know why, he felt that he could not be taken away by the police.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pass it in here. I'll leave right away. Please don't call the police. I mean no harm."

Mark wanted to get up and leave, but a feeling of weakness swept over his body, and he fell on the haystack as soon as he stood up.

Hungry, weak, and exhausted.

This is how Mark feels now. For some reason, when he looked at the two old men, he actually felt a desire for food.

But his mind told him that he couldn't do this. He suppressed his desire for food and struggled to stand up again.

"Sorry, I'll be out of here in a minute."

Staggering, Mark walked out of the chicken coop.

But every two steps, he fell to the ground again. He was so hungry that every cell in his body expressed his desire for food.

The old lady couldn't bear to see Mark staggering and falling every two or three steps.

"Chavis, I don't think he's a bad guy. Why don't you let him stay here first? Besides, he's so weak that he doesn't have the ability to do anything bad even if he has any bad intentions."

Old Chavez glanced at his wife, then looked at Mark.

"Okay kid, you can stay here for now. I won't call the police."

"Really? Thank you."

After reluctantly saying thank you, Mark sat down weakly against the wall.

The kind-hearted couple couldn't bear to see Mark lying alone in the messy chicken coop, so they took him back to their own residence.

"Go take a bath, boy. I'll ask the old lady to get you something to eat."

Then he handed Mark a set of quick clothes.

"Put this on after you take a shower. This is my son's clothes. Don't be disgusted if you haven't worn it many times."

"Thank you."

After taking a shower, Mark changed into the clothes of old Chavez's son.

The upright figure is a natural match for this family. With the neat and clean military uniform, the whole person's spirit is instantly lifted.

Old Chavez looked at Mark as if he saw his own son.

"Not bad, quite suitable."

"Thank you."

"Okay, no need to say thank you so many times, come and eat."

In the living room, the dining table was already filled with steaming food, all of which were simple home-cooked dishes, including a pot of stewed meat and a chicken.

When he smelled the aroma of the meat, Mark couldn't control himself anymore and ate the meat and drank the soup in big mouthfuls.

The whole pot of meat and a chicken went into Mark's stomach.