American comic book red Superman

In mid-air, Lowe landed on the ground, his super vision examining the four men's internal organs. He shook his head and said, "Their internal organs are all shattered."

"How could this happen? I didn't even use much force."

Green Snake gripped the stick, having just reduced the force of his grip.

"Idiot, didn't I say they were already dead? You didn't kill them."

Luo Wei rolled his eyes at her; his little cousin really wasn't very bright.

However, he discovered that only four people had undergone mutations; the others who were in a coma were not experiencing any special circumstances, they were simply in a coma.

"Oh"

Green Snake reached out and checked the noses of the group to make sure they were truly lifeless.

Just then, a voice came from her bracelet: "Xiaoqing, how is it?"

"Sister Xiaohua, they're all dead. Superman said these people died a long time ago."

The green snake answered truthfully.

Luo Wei glanced at Xiao Qing, who actually called Hua Xin "sister" instead of "brother." He mentally complained and then reminded his bracelet, "The situation is a bit complicated. This enemy is not so simple. You'd better be careful."

“Superman, you don’t need to worry about that. The Self-Improvement Department is an official organization and has its own judgment.”

Hua Xin's voice came from the other end of the bracelet again, "But you, Superman, you're not an official, and you've done this repeatedly..."

"Sister Xiaohua, stop talking, Superman has already flown away."

Green Snake looked up at the figure disappearing into the horizon, feeling somewhat embarrassed for Sister Xiaohua.

Hua Xin was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Xiao Qing, wait where you are. The task force will be here soon."

"it is good."

In the Huaxia Superhuman Prison, in a serious criminal interrogation room, only one ceiling light was on, making the room dimly lit and quiet. Pei Xushan was firmly locked to a chair with iron rings on his hands.

Click.

The door opened, and Hua Xin and Dr. Ou Men walked in, followed by a young man in a black suit. He wore a pure white mask, revealing only his sharp eyes.

“Pei Xushan, your master has sent someone again.”

Hua Xin sat down in the chair opposite Pei Xushan and stared at him as she spoke.

Pei Xushan's wrinkled face showed his exhaustion, with deep dark circles under his eyes. Some time ago, he was transferred to the superhuman prison by the Self-Strengthening Department and confessed everything about Chi Hun under intense interrogation. Now, hearing news about Chi Hun, he asked somewhat excitedly, "Chi Hun is back again. Has he shown up?"

You seem very happy that he appeared.

Hua Xin's words made him immediately composed himself.

"Don't even think about it. Chi Hun didn't show up, but he still killed four people."

Hua Xin slammed several photos on the table, her expression grim. The photos showed four dead people with dark faces and black lines all over their necks, looking as if they had died with their eyes wide open.

"It was Chi Hun who killed him, not me, so what's the use of looking for me?"

Pei Xushan glanced at it, then immediately closed his eyes, not daring to look any longer.

“Tell us where he is.”

Standing silently at the back

The masked man spoke.

"I've said it many times: Chi Hun has always appeared in the form of black mist. I've never seen his true appearance, let alone know where he is."

Pei Xushan said somewhat impatiently, "Chi Hun is very cautious. He doesn't easily trust anyone. How could an outsider like me possibly know?"

After listening, Hua Xin and the other two exchanged glances.

Then Omen changed the subject: "In that case, let me ask you, is Chi Hun's purpose this time for the door knocker?"

"Yes, he longs for the power contained within the door knocker."

Pei Xushan confessed truthfully that the torment he had endured these past few days was driving him to the brink of collapse.

"The door knocker is in Superman's hands, so Chi Hun will definitely go to Superman again."

Hua Xin's expression was complicated. Currently, the entire Self-Improvement Department is unaware of Superman's true identity, making it virtually impossible to find a breakthrough from him.

"Let me remind you, Chi Hun can't come in person. I think the one who caused the chaos was one of Chi Hun's disciples."

Pei Xushan's words drew the three people's attention back. He continued, "He once inadvertently revealed that he owns a Taoist temple. I don't know exactly where it is, but he said that the temple has taken in many disciples."

"Is he a Taoist priest?"

Hua Xin asked.

"I don't know. If so, he must be a heretic who corrupts the morals of Taoism."

Pei Xushan became somewhat displeased at this point.

"You're no better off than him, colluding with him."

Hua Xin said coldly.

Pei Xushan remained silent and stopped speaking. Seeing that they couldn't get anything out of him, the three men turned and left. A short while later, the guards came in and took Pei Xushan back to his cell.

the other side.

Hua Xin and the other two returned to the conference room.

"It is now basically certain that the mastermind behind the chaos is Chi Hun's people, and their goal is the door knocker, which is in Superman's hands."

Euron looked solemn.

"But we don't know where Superman is."

The man in the white mask spoke slowly.

After hearing this, Hua Xin hesitated and said, "It won't be easy for Chi Hun to snatch the door knocker back from Superman. We just need to try to find Chi Hun's whereabouts before then."

"Ah."

Eumen nodded and said nothing more.

As night fell, on the old streets of the south of the city, a slender figure was chasing a thief. Because it had just rained, the air was damp, and rainwater was still dripping from the eaves. As the two ran, small waves were splashed up under their feet.

"stop!"

The man in blue was panting heavily, feeling quite tired. This was the first time he had encountered such a fast-running thief. He had chased him for several blocks, but the thief showed no sign of slowing down.

at last.

When they reached the fifth street, the man disappeared into a dead end.

"Damn it, they can't escape now."

Seeing this, Qingyi quickly chased after him. The thief had his back to him, looking into the dead end, and was still holding the stolen wallet in his hand.

Seeing that he didn't move, Qingyi took a breath and said, "Hey, hand it over, and I'll let you off this time."

"hehe."

The thief turned around with a strange grin on his face, his mouth almost reaching his ears.

"Phew, I changed my mind again. If you hand over your wallet, you'll have to stay in jail for a few days."

When Qingyi saw the strange laugh, she shuddered and a strange chill ran through her.

As he spoke, he lunged forward, his hands spreading out as...

fist.

But then they saw the thief across from them leap four or five meters high, do a backflip, and land steadily behind the woman in green.

"what?"

Qingyi's pupils contracted. Having also practiced, he naturally knew how difficult that move was, but he didn't expect the other party to do it so easily.

Whoosh!

Before he could turn around, he heard a whooshing sound coming from behind him.

He quickly lay down and rolled to the side, only to be met with a sweeping kick from the thief that slammed into the alley wall, causing several bricks to fall off.

"Oh shit."

Before Qingyi could recover from her shock, the other party kicked her again, making a series of hissing sounds.

The force was no weaker than before.

The man in green had a solemn expression. He braced himself with his hands on the ground and threw his body backward.

boom!

The spot where I was sitting in the crotch was kicked out and sand and gravel flew everywhere!

"Chinese Kung Fu is nothing special."

The thief spoke with a heavy Japanese accent.

"Japanese?"

Qingyi quickly got up, brushed off the mud from her body, clenched her fists, and lowered her body slightly to assume a fighting stance.

bang bang bang! ! !

He was met with a torrential downpour of punches and kicks, each blow accompanied by a fierce gale.

Every strike was delivered with a tricky angle, its power and force like a sharp sword; the mere force of the punches and kicks stung the skin.

The man in green was forced to retreat repeatedly, and could only protect his forehead with his hands to prevent his vital parts from being hit. However, it seemed as if his opponent was toying with him, never hitting his vital parts, but only hitting the areas that were more resistant to blows, and constantly hammering them.

Not a moment later.

Qingyi felt a tearing pain in every part of her upper body.

He was well aware that the Japanese were toying with him, and after enduring for a long time, he seized the opportunity and suddenly punched the other man in the jaw.

"Go away!"

Bang!

He punched the Japanese man in the jaw, and the Japanese man, in pain, quickly stepped back, rubbing his jaw and saying defiantly, "Is that all?"

Whoosh!