Virginia, a suburb of Norfolk, 20 kilometers from Norfolk Military Port.

As an area with a "fine tradition" of racial discrimination, and a port city, there is a small slum not far from the port area, so there is a small slum area not far from the port area.

It is home to the migrant poor, mostly people of color, who are the main source of cheap workers at the port.

On the side of the road, which is in disrepair, there is a fruit stall by which a young black boy sits and belongs to his family, his parents, an older brother and two younger sisters.

The older brother was at school, the parents were at the dock, and the younger sister was at home, so the stall was guarded by a young boy until the sun went down.

Under the scorching sun, the plastic shade cloth on the top of the stall seemed to be of no use at all, and the electric fans on both sides of the stall could not repel the annoying flies.

The little boy was very thirsty, so he opened a watermelon and nibbled on it.

Just then, he saw a strange man:

On a hot day, he wore a pitch-black cloak, saying that the cloak was not suitable, because it was more like a black sheet cut out, and I don't know where it came from; The "cloak" covers the head and face, so it is difficult to see the appearance.

A little common sense should know that you can't wear dark clothes under the scorching sun, it is too heat-absorbing, and it is easy to suffer from heat stroke, but this strange man doesn't care at all, it seems that such a hot day, such a hot line, did not affect him at all, but walked slowly like a "leisurely stroll".

"Hey! Mr! Let's buy a melon to quench your thirst! The little boy greeted, partly because he wanted to solicit business, and the other half because of his kindness.

The cloaked freak was attracted and walked towards the stall.

The little boy came to his feet and stood up with a grin: "Sir, do you need anything?" I'm the biggest fruit shop in the area! Say it all, I've got it all! "The little boy brags about not making drafts.

A large hand came out of the cloak, and strangely enough, there were leather gloves on it! Sky! What season does this weirdo think it is? Where? Siberia in winter?

The little boy was a little wary, but he didn't want to give up the business he had acquired, so he kept smiling and looked at the strange man expectantly.

The big gloved hand didn't touch any of the fruit, but picked up a newspaper in front of the black child.

"Hello, can you show me this newspaper?" The strange man spoke, and it was actually a nice baritone, but the tone sounded a little out of place, and I don't know why.

Without waiting for the child to agree, the strange man looked down at himself.

The little boy is very unhappy - he doesn't take care of my business, and he wants to take advantage of me? You took the newspaper, what do I rely on to pass the time in the afternoon? So he shook his head.

"I'm done!" The weirdo seemed to just scan the front and back of the newspaper for a few seconds, and then said he was done.

"You're entertaining me on a hot day, aren't you?" The child was a little angry, "Is it a neurosis?" ”

"It's a pity that I don't have a brain-like physiology to be mentally ill." The weirdo replied solemnly.

The little black boy is sure that the weirdo in front of him has something wrong with his brain.

"Thank you for letting me read the newspaper, what can I do for you in return?" The weirdo asked.

"Give me the money!" The little boy rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, I don't have any money on me!" The strange man spread his hands, "Let's say another one!" Whatever it is, I'm here to help! ”

The child wanted to go away, but he didn't know what the purpose of this strange man was, so it was best not to provoke him, although he was just a child and only had a stall of fruit, but he was here to rob him? This kind of thing is all too common in this slum!

"Hey! Business is good! Little Cindy! At this moment, a strange voice came from not far away.

The little boy covered his forehead, and the roof leak happened to rain overnight, and just as he guessed that the strange man in front of him was coming to rob, he saw a serious habitual robbery offender - a little bastard in the slums.

There were four people, three black and one Arab.

"Give me all the money you earned today!" Led by a stout black man: "Or you can choose to be thrown into the sea by us to feed the sharks!" ”

Perhaps the weirdo was in the way, and the black man slammed his shoulder: "Get out of the way!" Scoundrel! ”

Who knew that the strange man did not move, but the black man gasped and clutched his shoulders - he seemed to have hit an iron plate just now!

"I can help you clean them up!" The strange man suddenly said to the child: "I don't like to owe people something, and they don't want to owe me!" ”

"Fake!" The Arab took out an iron chain out of nowhere, grabbed his neck from behind the strange man, and pulled it back hard, and the remaining two black "little brothers" held one of the strange man's arms in front of him.

The black boss kept a calm face and kicked the weirdo twice in the stomach!

When he kicked the first time, the black boss felt that something was wrong, did this guy have an iron plate tied to his stomach?

I knew it was going to be bad when I kicked it the second time, but I used too much force and couldn't contain it - my foot was broken!

"I'll just take you as you agree!" The strange man didn't react to the beating of the man at all, and insisted on reconfirming with the little boy, but the little boy had already run away - he had grown up in this area, and if he had been weak enough to know how to escape, he would not have grown so big, and he would have died a long time ago!

The strange man's arms snapped forward, and the two black men holding him collided together, the force was so fierce that only two crisp sounds of "click" were heard, and the two of them didn't know which bone was broken!

Throwing away two black men who were about to faint in pain, he bent his arms into elbows and retreated backwards, like a muffled hammer beating a drum, and the Arabs behind him were hit in the chest, spitting blood and falling to the ground!

The black boss was stumbling, and at the moment he was leaning on the shelf of the fruit stand, seeing his men being beaten so badly, cursing and swearing, and pulling out a pistol from his waist!

This is America! Don't dare to come out and mix without hard goods?

The black boss, seeing that the strange man in front of him was a hard idea, did not hesitate to fire three shots in succession, two in the chest and one in the shoulder.

After ordinary people are shot, most of the time they fall backwards with the inertia of the bullet, but this guy in front of him is actually like a person who has nothing to do, and he doesn't move at all!

If it was before, the black boss might have thought he had seen a ghost, but now he is still so frightened that his legs are shaking: "You...... Are you Cyborg? ”

No way, superheroes used to be only seen in comic books, but now they are often watched in real life!

The weirdo slowly walked towards the black boss: "Cyborg? He picked up the newspaper again, pointed to the young man surrounded by many people in the headline photo, and said, "Are you talking about him?" ”

The newspaper was a local newspaper, and the headline was reprinted, with the headline: "Mischief Terminator - Cyborg New Abilities!" ”

The source of the photo in the news is the Internet, a high-definition photo taken by a netizen! It is said that at that time, hundreds of them witnessed Cyborg use his "mental power" to find the mischievous Middle Easterner and put an end to the farce!

The black boss looked at the photos in the newspaper, and then at the approaching weirdos, and nodded vigorously: "Yes! I'm talking about him, and I'm talking about you! Mr. Cyborg! ”

"I'm sorry, I'm not him!" The weirdo walked up to the black boss and said, "You're the only one left!" I need to fulfill my promise! ”

After saying that, the strange man kicked and smashed the knee of the black boss, and the black man rolled his eyes and fainted in pain!

"Cyborg? Does it mean 'bones are steel'? Same as me? Could it be another test subject? The strange man gently put the newspaper back to the stall and walked into the distance: "Interesting! I'll go see him! ”

The wind was blowing, and the hot wind blew up the corner of the cloak, and if anyone saw it, they would be frightened: inside the cloak, a part of the steel-like skeleton was exposed, reflecting the sun!