"The boss said okay, let's find this person in the warehouse here, but isn't this area a little too big!" One of Poppat's bodyguards looked at Copperpat's circle and inadvertently asked.

"Don't nag, if you can't complete this work, there will be no prize money this year." Another bodyguard said to the bodyguard who was still complaining.

"This job is really troublesome, although the salary is large, but it is also really dangerous." One of the bodyguards pulled the pistol out of his bosom, and the magazine was withdrawn and replaced with a full magazine.

"Why are you so cautious, let's just go find someone, why are you so cautious, let's just talk about it this time?" The bodyguard who hadn't changed his magazine asked the bodyguard next to him.

"It seems to be, but let's just go find a warehouse, and the two of us should be enough." The bodyguard put the old cartridges in his pocket, and then walked into the large warehouse in front of him with the remaining bodyguard.

"Hey, put on gloves, don't leave too much evidence, save and leave fingerprints." The bodyguard who went in first threw a pair of white gloves in front of the man.

"Isn't this an unmanned warehouse, why do I still have gloves?" The bodyguard who didn't wear gloves said to the bodyguard who was rummaging through the box in front of him after changing his gloves.

"Just in case." The bodyguard didn't look up, and then looked down through the box for clues, and when the two of them looked down and concentrated on rummaging through the box, the door of the warehouse behind it suddenly closed.

"Your door is closed?" The bodyguard who was rummaging through the depths of the warehouse for clues asked in the back.

"No, I don't. This doesn't matter, back, behind you, run! A bodyguard who was looking near the warehouse gate then pointed behind the bodyguard who was looking in the depths and shouted.

"What," the bodyguard began, and before he could say anything, his head turned into a watermelon and shattered.

The bodyguard at the door took out a gun in his hand and aimed tremblingly at the huge monster behind the bodyguard in the depths of the warehouse. The gun that had just been taken out of the head shot by the bodyguard fell directly from the hooked finger, and he accidentally fired a shot on the way down.

"Ahhhh The bodyguard at the door roared, shooting at the monster and shooting, but the magazine was empty because it had not been replaced.

The monster wiped his head with his slender fingers, and the bullet only left a shallow white mark on his head, leaving a crack on his slender finger.

"This, is this a monster, no, monsters are not enough to describe." Before the monster could react, the bodyguard threw the gun and ran in front of his companion's corpse.

"Then there are still thirteen rounds, so I can delay for some time." As soon as the bodyguard picked up the gun, he retreated and shot at the monster.

"Hey, boss, there's something wrong with warehouse 231, and it's retreating here." The bodyguard spoke through the intercom to Copperpat, and the bodyguard walked to the door of the warehouse and pulled a few triggers.

"No, why are there two fewer shots?" The bodyguard was now approaching the gate, and the magazine was empty after only eleven rounds, and the bodyguard only stepped out of the gate with half a foot, and the monster was instantly behind the bodyguard.

A reddish-white viscous liquid slowly flowed out of the crack in the doorway, and the miserable bodyguard collapsed on the edge of the doorway, one of the bodyguard's hands already outside the door.

"Well, according to their report, the warehouse of No. 231 may be his hiding place, so let's not do it rashly first, let them be cannon fodder first?" Copperpat, on the other hand, sat behind his desk, looking at the phone call he had just called.

"Why don't we do it first, I'll lead a small team and take the people from the other gangs over there to have a look?" One of Copperpat's secretaries walked up to Copperpat and spoke to him.

"Well, be careful, if there is any special situation, report it to me directly, and turn around and run away." Copperpat said to the secretary in front of him.

"Okay boss." The secretary saluted Copperpart, and the secretary left his office with the bag of papers that Copperpat had handed out.

Copperpat sat behind his desk, Copperpat smoked a cigarette, then looked out the window, and after a few minutes, the phone on Copperpat's desk rang.

"Hey, Copperpat, are you telling the truth? You said you found the guy who sold superpowers, right? The voice of the man on the other end of the line was familiar, Copperpat, a fellow in the arms business.

"If you don't believe it, you can not participate, we have you and you are all the same." Copperpat made his attitude clear to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Of course we have to participate, I, I want to take a good look, who is the person who made us a lot better?" The man over there said viciously.

"Bring some people when you come, don't come alone, prostitute our people for nothing." Copopat bounced one up, dropped it, and held the coin firmly in the palm of his hand.

"Don't worry, this guy has affected me to make money, you should, and will bring a lot of people there, right?" The person on the other end of the line said to Copperpat with a smile.

"Hurry up and beat that bastard to death, we can make some more money here." Copperpat sighed, then hung up.

"Boss, the thugs are ready, only a few of them are our men, and the rest are the outlaws." Copperpat looked at the secretary who came in and smiled.

"Huh." Copperpat chuckled, then looked outside at the location of the warehouse.

"Well, how long has the superpowered thing been going on?" Copperpat extinguished the cigarette in his hand and looked at the secretary who came in.

"Well, it's been almost three weeks, what's wrong boss?" The secretary asked Copperpat, who looked at him and turned his head out the window.

"It's nothing, it's just curiosity, curious about how long the little thing lasts." After Copopat finished speaking, he motioned for the secretary to leave, and then looked at her back as she left, and smiled.

"Alright, both pests will be eliminated by then." Copperpat laughed twice, then closed his mouth and continued to flick the coin in his hand before taking it.

"How are the goods in the warehouse?"

"Don't worry, boss, even if these goods are not sold, we are still maintaining them."

"Well, these things are our precious goods, and these are all money."

Copperpat smiled, then smiled, and asked the workers who were doing the ordnance maintenance in the warehouse to take care of the ordnance again, and informed them that the ordnance would soon be bought.

"It's been three weeks, and these police still don't have any clues? Or that they don't have the evidence to convict yet. Copopat played with a coin and placed it back in the drawer.

"The time we set for encirclement and suppression is tomorrow."

"Yes, boss."

"Okay, I'll go with me then."

"Okay boss, but do you really want her to lead the team when the time comes?"

"Rest assured, it's all planned, don't worry."

"Okay, boss, do you need me to send a few of our own people with us?"

"Don't worry, it's okay." Copperpat said into the phone, then hung up.

Copperpat then leaned back in his office chair, waiting for tomorrow's encirclement, while Copperpat smiled and looked out the window.

At this time, on Bruce's side, Bruce was still working as a porter for the relief society, and Bruce was very "lucky" not to be disturbed by the Justice League people these days.

"These things about superheroes don't seem to have anything to do with me, I hope, maybe it really has nothing to do with me." Bruce complained as he carried the goods.

"Alright, alright, don't babble. There's a lot of stuff to move over there. The porter in front of Bruce turned to Bruce.

"Okay." Bruce put the goods aside, and then looked at the man with a hat sitting next to him, and Bruce came to the man.

"Excuse me, sir, what is there we need help with?" Bruce came to the man.

"Are you really up to the mark?" The man Bruce knew well, and it was a man called Mr. Joking