Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

Zhao Tiezhu's booming voice, which sounded like a broken gong, had just rang out outside the terminal when it was mercilessly interrupted by a piercing gunshot that tore through the air.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The dense bursts of automatic rifle fire, mixed with the cold morning wind of Manhattan, swept through the entire block like a death storm. Flashes of fire frequently erupted on the gloomy streets, and the once bustling airport entrance was instantly transformed into a carnage.

A stray bullet, 7.62mm in caliber, reeking of gunpowder, precisely pierced the street's blockade. Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment; the rapidly spinning brass warhead sliced ​​through the damp, chilly New York morning mist, heading straight for Lu Jingyan.

At this moment, Lu Jingyan was holding a cup of hot coffee that he had just bought from the airport convenience store.

The stray bullet grazed the cuff of his trench coat and slammed into the ceramic coffee cup. The fragile cup shattered instantly, and the scalding brown liquid mixed with the broken porcelain fragments burst open in mid-air like a tragic mud flower.

Lu Jingyan's deep black eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure at having his refined mood disturbed flashing in his gaze. Just a millisecond before the sticky coffee stains were about to splatter onto his spotless black tactical trench coat, the aura of absolute rationality within him instinctively rippled outwards.

All the liquid and debris seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of sighs, abruptly losing all kinetic energy in mid-air before plummeting straight down onto the cold concrete, without even getting a single hair on his head dirty.

"What a waste of this coffee. It was barely passable." Lu Jingyan casually tossed the remaining half of the cup stem into the trash can, his tone cold and indifferent.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping across the ravaged street. Across the road, two groups of mutated gangsters, clearly escaped from the system's control, were frantically exchanging fire behind several riddled, abandoned cars. Some still bore remnants of scales and bestial features; their fighting style was utterly chaotic, a pure act of violence. Passersby, clutching their suitcases, screamed and scattered in panic, the scene utterly chaotic.

Less than fifty meters from the firefight zone, two bulky New York police officers huddled trembling behind a Ford police car. They clutched their heads tightly with their hands, too afraid to even draw their guns and return fire. They could only frantically shout into their shoulder radios, calling for SWAT team backup.

"Boss! These foreign devils are too arrogant! They actually dare to carry out a terrorist attack at the airport entrance!" Zhao Tiezhu's face was full of fat and he was trembling with excitement. He ripped off the travel bag on his back and reached out to touch the multi-barrel Gatling gun hidden inside.

"Put your guns away." Lu Jingyan raised his hand, his voice as steady as an iceberg pressing down on a raging storm, exuding undeniable authority. "This isn't China. Using heavy firepower indiscriminately will cause unnecessary diplomatic trouble. We're here to supervise law enforcement; we must behave civilly and according to the rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jingyan put one hand in his trench coat pocket, strode across the safe sidewalk with his long legs. His tall, straight figure walked unhindered and swiftly into the crossfire amidst the flying bullets.

The scene completely stunned the New York police officer hiding behind the patrol car. The portly, blond sheriff, not even bothering to pick up the donut that had fallen at his feet, gaped open and let out a distorted exclamation: "My God! What is that Asian guy doing? Is he blind or insane?! Is he trying to kill himself?!"

"Looking for death?" This word doesn't exist in Lu Jingyan's dictionary.

He strolled leisurely through the hail of bullets, as if walking in his own backyard. Deep within his mind, the absolute rationality that had ascended to the rule level was operating at high speed. This was a dimensional reduction and crushing victory stripped of all metaphysical elements, purely based on probability and the laws of physics.

A stray bullet hurtled straight toward his forehead. But just a centimeter from his mark, a sudden gust of wind swept through the street, instantly altering the aerodynamics. The bullet's trajectory shifted by less than half a millimeter, grazing his ear and flying into the GG sign behind him, sending up a dazzling shower of sparks.

Such a coincidence happening once is a matter of luck. But when hundreds or thousands of bullets are all around him, experiencing "unexpected deflections" and "wind speed interference," this is an inescapable law of reality.

The gang leader was a muscular mutant covered in blue scales. He was furiously wielding a modified submachine gun when suddenly a man in a black trench coat appeared before him like a ghost. The man didn't exude any superpowers, yet the bullets raining down on him seemed to have eyes and deflected them.

The burly man's pupils contracted sharply, a fear emanating from the depths of his soul sending chills down his spine. He roared as he raised his submachine gun, pressing the muzzle firmly against Lu Jingyan's chest, and pulled the trigger with a ferocious expression.

The anticipated scene of carnage didn't materialize. Instead, a dull, awkward "click" came from the barrel. It had jammed.

The burly man with the scales on his body broke out in a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and frantically pulled the bolt, desperately trying to fire again. "Click! Click!" The firing pin missed repeatedly, producing no response. This top-tier killing weapon, which had just been serviced with high-grade gun oil yesterday, had become a useless piece of scrap metal in front of this man. Looking at Lu Jingyan's cold and incomparably handsome face, his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"The probability of accidental discharge and mechanical failure in actual combat is about two in a thousand." Lu Jingyan stopped in front of the burly man, his deep black eyes revealing a mocking coldness. "Looks like you're having a run of bad luck today; you've encountered all the low-probability events."

Before the burly man could react, Lu Jingyan swiftly disarmed him with a precise military-police grappling move. Immediately afterward, Lu Jingyan raised his right hand, creating a brutal afterimage in the air.

"Slap!" A resounding slap, almost drowning out all the surrounding noise, landed hard on the scaly man's left cheek. This slap not only demonstrated superb fighting skills but also carried a hint of legal punishment that transcended national borders.

The burly man's face, which resembled bulletproof armor, instantly caved in, and several blood-streaked teeth shot out from his mouth. His massive body spun around in mid-air like a top that had lost its balance, completing two and a half rotations. Before he could even land, Lu Jingyan delivered another solid slap with his backhand, landing precisely on his right cheek.

With a muffled thud, the once arrogant gang leader, his eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth, slammed heavily onto the concrete floor like a dead dog, instantly losing consciousness.

The gunfire at the street corner abruptly ceased. Another group of gangsters, watching their boss fall unconscious after being slapped twice, were so terrified they trembled, too weak to even flee. They threw down their weapons, crouched on the bullet-strewn ground, hands over their heads, not daring to utter a sound.

Lu Jingyan casually tossed the captured submachine gun to the ground. He straightened the hem of his tactical trench coat, his gaze sweeping across the entire area, his voice cold and clear, reaching everyone's ears.

"According to internationally recognized legal principles and the fundamental statements on human rights and peace in the UN Charter, engaging in armed combat at a densely populated public transportation hub constitutes a serious crime endangering public safety." His eyes held a calm, overarching gaze. "In Chinese law, this is called 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble,' which punishes you by making you work on a sewing machine."

The New York police chief, who had been hiding behind the police car, finally snapped out of his daze. He scrambled out, his bulky frame jiggling with each excited step. He grabbed Lu Jingyan's hand as if he had found a savior.

"Oh my God! Sir, are you a mysterious agent from the East? This is incredible!" The sheriff was so excited he was incoherent, frantically thanking him in broken English. "If it weren't for you, we would all be wiped out here today!"

Lu Jingyan calmly withdrew his hand, his eyes remaining indifferent and cold. "It's my duty. Cuff these people and take them back to your police station for normal legal processing."

As the sheriff directed his men to handcuff and arrest the man, he pulled out a handkerchief and frantically wiped the cold sweat pouring down his forehead. Looking at Lu Jingyan's calm demeanor, he sighed deeply, his tone revealing a profound sense of powerlessness and sorrow.

"Sir, it's impressive that you were able to take down these mutated street thugs with hand-to-hand combat. But to be honest, the current state of law and order in New York isn't even an appetizer." The sheriff lowered his voice, a deep fear flashing in his eyes. "If you really want to see what true hell is like, what a lawless place where even God and the law have abandoned it, you should go check out the place next door."

The sheriff swallowed hard, uttering the name with trembling hands: "Those rule-breaker super psychopaths all congregate there... Gotham City, that place is truly beyond saving."

Lu Jingyan stopped in his tracks. He turned his head and looked in the direction the sheriff had pointed, towards the gray skyline shrouded in gloomy smog in the distance. The golden light of rationality in his eyes did not fade; instead, it ignited a fervent fighting spirit, as if he had met his match.

Lu Jingyan's eyes turned cold: "There's no city I can't regulate. Go to Gotham."