Beautiful Man

The United States is the world's largest oil refining producer with an annual output of nearly 1 billion tons, accounting for 20% of the global crude oil processing capacity.

From east to west, large and small oil refineries are scattered all over the country as dense as stars, providing American residents with extremely low oil prices.

At ten o'clock in the evening Eastern time, Philadelphia Energy Solutions, USA.

This is the largest and oldest oil refinery on the East Coast of the United States, ranking among the top ten in the United States in terms of scale and output.

This refinery has a history of more than 150 years, employs more than 1,000 people, processes 335,000 barrels of crude oil every day, and processes and produces gasoline, diesel, jet fuel and other petrochemical products.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the fat-eared capitalist has fallen asleep soundly, but the workers in the refinery are still busy at work, and it will take two hours for them to get home from get off work.

At the gate of the refinery, two guards patrolling yawned and dangling at the gate.

Sleepiness surged, and I was in dire need of a cigarette to relieve fatigue.

If other factories are caught smoking cigarettes, at most they will be scolded by their leaders, but they can smoke at the gate of the refinery and wait for the rest of their lives to spend in prison.

The guard rubbed his face vigorously, and suddenly heard a faint voice in the distance.

The two guards frowned and looked up into the distance.

I saw two bright spots of light, quickly approaching the refinery from a distance.

This is the high beam of the car!

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly feeling a little confused in their hearts.

This is almost off work, who else will come to the refinery?

A few minutes later, two cars finally appeared in front of the guards. They were two oil tankers.

A guard asked curiously: "Is there an reserved tanker at night?"

The other guard shook his head: "It shouldn't be."

"No, then do business, let him go directly."

As he said, the guard walked to the middle of the road, took out the'STOP' sign from his waist and waved at the tanker.

The oil refinery is a special factory, which is extremely dangerous, so the security work must be strictly implemented.

The red stop sign in the guard's hand is very binding. Any vehicle must stop when it sees it, otherwise the guard has the right to use all means of force including guns.

But something bizarre happened. The tanker didn't stop when it saw the stop sign. Instead, it increased the throttle and accelerated and rushed forward.

"Shit! Stop! You are blind!"

The guard waved the stop sign vigorously and shouted loudly.

But the tanker didn't seem to hear it, so it continued to accelerate.

not good!problem occurs!

There was a panic in the guard's heart, and he hurriedly avoided the way forward and took out a standard pistol from his waist.

At this time, the window of the tanker was rolled down.

A man wearing a clown mask put a shotgun on the window.

"boom!"

A ball of fire came out from the muzzle, and hundreds of marbles hit the guard's chest densely.

The guard was knocked to the ground by this force, and the pain of being stung by hundreds of bees came from his chest.

Damn, I'm so lucky that I wear a bulletproof vest.

The guard had lingering fears, but when he was about to roll aside on the spot, gunfire sounded again, and this time the target was his head.

"boom!"

After the gunshot, the guard's head exploded with a slap, and the gray brains mixed with blood and meat splashed all over the floor.

Damn, it's a semi-automatic shotgun.

The guard thought of it before he died.

The person wearing the clown mask followed suit and killed another guard.

The tanker broke through the iron railings and drove towards the interior of the refinery.

The sound of shotguns broke the silence of the night, overwhelming the noise of the factory machinery, and many workers and guards heard it.

Soon, the harsh sirens sounded through the entire refinery, and hundreds of guards rushed to the arsenal to collect body armor and automatic rifles and ran towards the factory door.

Chi Chi!!

The tires rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound.

Two tankers stopped one after another, and a group of people wearing clown masks jumped out of the car with light and heavy weapons.

These people are from the Philadelphia branch of the clown organization. Among them are blacks, whites, Indians, Mexicans, Chinese...

But in a word, they are all poor people who live at the bottom and have long lost all hope.

And it was Jason Walter, the leader of the clown organization who led them in this operation!

Jason didn't wear a mask or a weapon, and jumped out of the car with his hands empty.

He beckoned, and the clowns came over with black backpacks.

There are several kilograms of high explosives in each backpack. The action organized by Jason was a suicide terrorist attack.

Looking at the funny smiling faces, Jason said seriously: "According to the original plan, I will kill the guards for you, so you can start acting."

Facing death, these clowns nodded without hesitation.

They have long lost hope for life and the future.

They are no longer afraid of death, and only hope to bite a piece of flesh on the capitalist before they die.

"You are the pioneers of purifying this world, and your heroic feats will be remembered in history, and will be a reminder to future generations!"

After speaking, Jason solemnly bowed to them.

The clowns returned a bow, then fastened their backpacks and ran towards their respective targets, holding their weapons.

Looking at their backs, Jason's mouth turned into a smile.

Kill, let's start!

He mobilized energy and rose into the air, suspended in the air tens of meters high.

Standing on a high place, relying on his extraordinary vision, he could easily gain insight into the distribution and route of the guards.

The next second, flames erupted under his feet, and Jason flew to the nearest team quickly.

Not far away, a team of more than a dozen people, all dressed in heavy full-protection bulletproof vests and special anti-riot helmets, walked to the workshop and hid like fat penguins.

They were all paid to eat, and they were not fools, and had no plans to fight Jason and the others.

They only need to hide in the bunker and hold on to the workshop, use firepower to suppress the enemy from entering the workshop and cause damage, and then wait for the support of the police.

After all, this little salary is only enough for this thing.

"Have you called the police?"

"The police have already called the police. The police helicopter will arrive in a few minutes."

"So fast!"

"Nonsense! The shareholder of this oil refinery is a veteran capitalist and a big taxpayer in Philadelphia. Upon hearing that something went wrong at the oil refinery, the police rushed over immediately and didn't dare to delay a minute."

"Hey! What's the use of the police here? These people are all from the clown organization."

"What's wrong with the clown organization? Not everyone in the clown organization is superpower. As long as we don't meet the core members, we will win."

"Yes, I guess these clowns must be newcomers in Philadelphia. They are all mud-legs that can't survive, and I bet that they are all black people."

"Shit! If this goes out! Your job will be gone."

"No, everyone is white, who can speak for black people."

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While they were chatting, Jason fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

boom!

The guards looked up when they heard the sound, suddenly dumbfounded.

Pooh!

Who said that sentence just now, it's not the crow's mouth that you are special, you actually recruited the boss of the clown organization directly.

Stunned for a moment, the guards reacted and immediately took up the heavy weapons in their hands and attacked Jason.

Jason's superpowers and the upper limit of superpowers have long been open secrets. The media and social networks talk about this every day.

These security personnel have even listened to lectures and participated in training.

Simply put, as long as the firepower in your hand is strong enough to exceed Jason's absorption limit, you can repel or kill him.

In the United States, large and small weapons are everywhere, and security personnel can even have access to military weapons.

In order to protect the safety of the refinery, the boss above specially ordered a batch of short-barreled rocket launchers from Stark Industries, and the shells were specially developed by Stark Industries for Jason.

This special rocket weighs eight kilograms, and it contains not ordinary explosives, but special explosives from Stark Industries, which is eight times more powerful than ordinary TNT explosives.

According to the existing data, as long as this rocket can hit Jason, Jason will definitely be blown to pieces.

Watching the dozen or so security guards took out the rocket launcher and aimed at him confidently, Jason scratched his head a little.

These shit experts only count addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

Not to mention that Jason has perfectly mastered energy absorption and energy release. The eight-kilogram special rocket cannot break his energy wall at all.

Even if you can break, I'm not a fool, so I can't hide.

Fighting is not about winning or losing by writing and drawing on paper.

Bah!Bah!Bah!

A shrill voice sounded, and the special rockets hung with long tail inflammation, galloping towards Jason.

Jason bent his knees slightly, and with a blast, he rushed into the sky like a sky monkey.

One missile cannot break the defense, but a dozen missiles are enough to tear him into pieces.

So long before the guard fired the missile, he gathered a lot of energy on the soles of his feet.

Jason flew to the sky, and when he looked back, he was suddenly angry with his mother.

I saw the dozen missiles actually turned a corner and followed him to the sky.

Damn, the individual rocket is equipped with a guidance system, which is simply his nemesis. It seems that Stark Industries is very special and can do business.

Jason was angry, but not too worried.

As he said, fighting is not as simple as data on paper.

With a movement of his mind, most of the abilities of his whole body came out, forming a light blue pure energy protective cover on his body surface.

The rest of the energy was concentrated in the palm of Jason.

Gather, compress, reassemble, recompress...

A ball of light blue light soon appeared in Jason's palm.

"Crack hamm ha!"

A bird's word suddenly popped out of his mind, and Jason roared, launching a ball of light compressed to the extreme.

In an instant, a light blue laser beam appeared in the dark night sky.

Boom!

The laser instantly penetrated a few rockets, and suddenly crimson fireballs rose in the dark night sky.

"Pretty!"

Jason did the same, gathering energy balls in the left and right palms again, and then bowed left and right to hit the rocket.

Boom!

Boom!

After a few more loud noises, all the rockets that followed Jason were destroyed.

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