Beautiful Man

Queens, outside the Citibank.

More than a dozen explosion-proof police vehicles blocked all exits of the bank.

Hundreds of special police officers put on body armor and aimed at the glass door with automatic rifles.

Two helicopters hovered overhead, broadcasting live footage.

The several sniper teams on the top of the tall building opposite were all in place.

The police negotiator hid behind the explosion-proof vehicle and used a tweeter to shout inside.

The locomotive turned a deaf ear to these nonsense. He took up his backpack and locked the buckle on his chest, and slowly pushed open the glass door of the bank.

The police are very nervous.

Because they didn't know if it was a robber or a hostage who pushed the door, they didn't dare to shoot without permission, all staring at the glass door with wide eyes.

They first saw a black hand, and according to the information bank staff were all white.

Fool, unexpectedly ran out alone.

Just as the police were relaxed and ready to shoot, the figure flickered in front of them, and the glass door slowly closed again.

When the locomotive is running at high speed, the passage of time slows down and the people and things around are entering bullet time. In this state, it seems that the whole world is its own.

People?

Just when the police were confused, the locomotive had moved behind a special police officer.

Peering with his right hand, a grenade hung on his chest popped out into his hand.

The special police was taken aback and turned his head quickly.

There was no one behind, but on the ground was a grenade that had already opened the insurance.

"Monkey Rechette!"

The special police exclaimed loudly, but before he could move, the grenade exploded.

Boom!

A ball of fire rose, and the special policeman was blown into the air, and then fell to the ground with blood, completely showing no signs of life.

The loud sound of the explosion broke the solemn atmosphere.

All the police officers raised their guns and looked around in a panic, but let alone people around them, there was no footsteps.

Seeing the police's panicked expression, the locomotive looked excited and extremely happy.

After wandering around, the locomotive found a policeman who was alone, and put the shotgun on his back.

boom!

A gunshot!

Although the policeman was wearing a body armor, he was hit by a large-caliber shotgun at zero distance and was still punched through his body.

Blood splashed on the face of the locomotive, and he smiled excitedly and ran away again.

A group of special police officers were swept around by a robber, which made the chief of the police station in charge of on-site command very angry.

He immediately took out the intercom and asked the sniper lying on the roof.

Standing high and looking far away, the behavior of the locomotive was seen by the snipers.

But the locomotive's speed was too fast, and the sniper could only see a vague figure, only when he stopped to kill.

"Sir, the robbers are fast, they should be superpowers."

Hearing this, the Secretary felt big for a while.

The rumor that the robbers were superpowers, but the crowd onlookers misunderstood when they were emotionally stressed, but it was actually true.

This is troublesome. Superpowers are not something that the local branch can handle. They must find S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau.

But even if you notify SHIELD now, it will take at least half an hour to arrive.

According to the robbers' killing speed, they were destroyed by the regiment after half an hour.

The director picked up the walkie-talkie again: "Sniper, are you sure to hit him the moment he stops killing?"

The sniper replied: "If you know the target in advance, you can do it. But this guy kills people entirely out of interest and cannot be predicted in advance."

The director said: "It's okay, I have a way."

After speaking, the chief jumped into a police car and took out a pistol and shot at the sky.

Bang bang bang!!!

The continuous gunfire attracted everyone's attention, including the locomotive.

"Come out! You son of a bitch! People who have the ability to single with me, don't bully me!"

The Secretary rushed into the crown, staring at the audience with a pair of tiger eyes.

As soon as the voice fell, all the policemen were blinded.

What is the director doing?

Isn't it stupid?

You provoked a robber with superpowers like this, don't you know how to write dead words?

At the moment, the locomotive is also a little confused, completely unable to understand the behavior of the director.

Is he awe-inspiring, or is his head pitted?

However, the sniper ambushing on the top floor understood the director's meaning and immediately moved his gun to the director's side.

Can't bear to let the child catch the wolf!

With this kind of wisdom and courage, no wonder people can be the chief.

The TV station broadcasted live, and the director's words quickly reached the audience's ears.

Although they can't understand the director's behavior, most people still respect him. After all, those who have the courage to face death will always be the minority.

The TV host was even more excited and exclaimed: "George Stacy is the most responsible police chief I have ever seen, there is no one!"

"Why? Don't you dare?" Director George snorted coldly and said with contempt: "I knew that a scum scum like you would always be a scumbag and would never be on the stage for a lifetime!"

His words of "scum scum" completely angered the locomotive, and the anger in his heart was suddenly out of control.

They all say that blacks have a high crime rate, and they all say that blacks are so lazy.

But when you were born in this country, your future is doomed from the moment you have black skin.

The damn white people always like to slander black people for not seeking to make progress, because the white people have personally blocked all the black people's ascent channels.

Whenever the black man wants to climb up, the white man will kick you down forcefully. If you are determined to kick you down, then use a gun to kill you.

The blacks in this country are so desperate!

"Fackyou!!!"

The locomotive roared and jumped onto the police car and raised his shotgun against George's forehead.

For the locomotive everything is slow motion, but for George, he just feels a gust of wind, and then an angry black man appears in front of him.

The locomotive's eyes were red and roared: "Go to hell! White pig!"

boom!

A high-precision sniper rifle shot accurately hit the arm of the locomotive, and the finger that pulled the trigger immediately lost his strength.

The locomotive was in pain, and subconsciously activated his superpowers into bullet time.

But it was too late, the bullet had penetrated his arm.

He could only watch his arm break in two, and the section of his palm slowly fell to the ground.

In an instant, the pain of digging through the heart spread throughout the body.

The locomotive was trembling, his forehead was sweating, and his brain almost lost consciousness.

At this time, a few more bullets came quickly.

In the desire to survive, the locomotive endured the painful pain and avoided it. The bullet left a few scratches on his cheeks and shoulders.

Regardless of killing this damn white pig, the locomotive jumped out of the police car and ran out desperately.

Before he ran far, he only felt weak and weak, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Because of the serious injury, he can't use super powers temporarily.

Director George came back to his senses, his face covered in blood and his eyes widened.

Although he had recovered his life, he still felt lingering in his heart, as if he had walked from hell.

The police looked far away.

A few hundred meters away, the locomotive fell in a pool of blood, struggling to get up.

But because his arm was broken and he lost too much blood, he tried several times and failed.

"A son of a bitch, I will kill you!"

A police officer cursed and wanted to step forward to make up the knife.

George immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Wait a minute, don't shoot!"

Upon hearing this, a police officer said dissatisfied: "Chief! He just killed seven police officers!"

George waved his hand, and said helplessly, "I know you are angry, and I understand your feelings. But you must know that he is now the only superpower that the government has captured alive."

"If scientists can thoroughly study his genes and develop weapons against superpowers, many police and soldiers will avoid death in the future. Isn't this more valuable than killing people and venting your anger now."

After listening to Chief George's words, the police officers who wanted to shoot the locomotive indiscriminately bowed their heads and put their guns away unwillingly.

George nodded and said, "Give him a shot of a powerful anesthetic, and someone from SHIELD will come and pick him up soon."

"understand!"

A police officer stepped forward, preparing to inject the locomotive with anesthetic.

At this time, the distant sky buzzed, as if a fighter plane was flying by.

Everyone raised their heads and looked towards the sky, and the observer on the top of the building also took out a telescope to observe the sound source.

After a while, the walkie-talkie in George's hand sounded a trembling observation hand.

"Jason! No good, Jason is here!"

"what!"

George was taken aback, his face was ugly.

Damn Jason!

If we don’t come early or late, we come when we are about to succeed.

George acted decisively, and he immediately issued an order to all the police officers: "Retreat! Retreat quickly! Everyone gets in the car immediately!"

Hearing Jason's name, all the police panicked.

They climbed onto the police car, slammed on the accelerator and fled the scene, and the two helicopters quickly flew away.

There was a mess at the scene, and a policeman said in a frustration: "Chief, this nigger!"

George said: "Jason's goal is him! We all have to die with him!"

After that, he jumped on the police explosion-proof car and whizzed away!

Ten seconds later, Jason fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

But when he stood up, he could only see the taillights of the police car.

Jason smiled and said sarcastically: "The police in New York really do, they can run much faster than the police in Los Angeles."

Lifting his head and looking around, there was a pool of blood on the ground in the distance, and Jason hurriedly stepped forward to help the locomotive.

Seeing his missing half of his arm, Jason frowned.

No one can cure such a serious injury except Belmode.

Jason found the broken arm, picked up the locomotive and flew towards the stronghold.

…………

Underground training ground.

John and David woke up after treatment.

Belmode stood up, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and asked puzzledly: "I'm exhausted, I think it's interesting that you fight each other every day."

John and David looked at each other, smiling bitterly and did not answer.

boom!

At this time, the door of the basement was kicked open, and Jason walked in quickly and put the locomotive on the treatment bed.

"His arm is broken and must be quickly connected."

Everyone leaned forward to take a look, and suddenly took a breath.

This buddy is a bit miserable.

Belmode started treatment immediately, then raised his head and said dissatisfied: "Where did you find the person? When did the clown organization change to the Red Cross."

Jason replied: "Like you, he is also a core member of the organization!"