A week later, Uptown Manhattan.

Latis's Pizzeria, a small shop that has been around for almost three decades, has been in for a disaster.

At closing, a small oversight caused the staff to forget to turn off the oven in the store, and the paper pizza box that had been placed on top of it also smoked from the long baking process. Just over a dozen minutes later, the fire spread in the flammable kitchen.

It was almost half an hour before the shopkeeper, who lived on the second floor, was awakened by the sound outside the window. And when he noticed the strong smell of smoke in the air, his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

"Fire! Fire!! He screamed, trying to wake up his wife, who was sleeping beside him. After a few pushes in a row, she woke up after sleeping deeply.

Ignoring her subconsciously getting up, he slapped her face several times in a row before she woke up completely. And when she found out about the situation around her, she also screamed in panic.

"Maurice! Where is Morris!? She began to panic at the thought of her son, and the store manager had already jumped out of bed and rushed out the door.

As soon as he opened the door, the oncoming heat and smoke forced him to take a step back. However, he had to grit his teeth, cover his sleeves over his mouth and nose, and rush into the smoke.

The smoke was thick, so thick that you could barely see your fingers. With his memories of the furnishings, he stumbled to his son's door. The long breath-holding gave him a bit of dizziness and made him subconsciously take a breath. It was a fatal mistake, and he instantly felt a pungent gas rush into his lungs, making him feel as if his chest was burning.

Resist the urge to cough. He tried to open the door to his son's room, but the doorknob didn't move. A chill suddenly welled up in his heart. He knew that his son liked to lock the door while he slept, but he never expected this to happen today.

He took a step back, took a slight sideways step, and slammed his shoulder against the door.

The gate didn't move, and he clenched his fists, once again trying to knock the barrier that stood in his way.

"Click."

There was a crisp sound at the junction of the locks, and the sound was no less heavenly to his ears. Although the gate itself was still unmoved, hope burned in his heart.

And just as he was about to hit it for the third time, he finally couldn't hold back the smoke and began to cough violently.

"Get out of the way!" A male voice rang out behind him. For some reason, he subconsciously revered the command of this unfamiliar voice and stood aside strangely.

A man in a red leotard came through the smoke. He put his right hand on the tight door, and he didn't see much effort, and the door that had not been opened by the store manager's strength was suddenly torn apart by some unknown force. And through the door of this room, the store manager saw the son who was sitting on the bed, at a loss, and the big stone in his heart finally landed.

Within a few minutes, Peter had managed to get the family out into the streets. At this time, a small group of neighbors who were watching worriedly outside the store had already gathered. When they saw Peter and the family emerge from the smoke, they couldn't help but cheer.

"Well done!" "This is our Red Knight!"

Peter casually waved his hand at the crowd of onlookers, and then carefully lowered the boy he was holding in his arms to the ground. This little guy is estimated to be four or five years younger than him, but now he can pick him up with one hand without embarrassment, and it seems that he has grown a lot taller recently.

"Alright." Peter patted the man who was hugging and crying beside him. "Look at it, the store is gone, at least the people are still there. The insurance company should be able to recover some of the losses. ”

"No—" The man quickly wiped the tears from his face, but the choked sound in his throat could not be concealed. I was just... Thank you so much..."

The sudden thanks made Peter a little embarrassed, and he could only pretend to wave his hand generously and laugh. And this inexplicable laughter once again caused the crowd to cheer. Listening to the sound of the fire sirens getting closer and closer, Peter also knew that the time had come for him to flash.

"My job is done, goodbye!"

With a fluttering word, Peter took a leap and the red figure disappeared into the night sky again.

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The next day, near the docks in New York. This usually busy street has now turned into a war zone filled with gunsmoke.

Four burly men in body armor walked slowly and cautiously towards a police car. From time to time, the submachine guns in their hands spat out a string of flames, and the bullets smashed into the police car with visible sparks.

Two police officers were hiding behind the police car, which was constantly under gunfire. They clutched their pistols tightly, their faces looking ugly.

Hell knows how a simple search can turn out to be like this!

Half an hour ago, the NYPD received a tip-off call. The caller told them that there were several suspicious men carrying some boxes here. Almost everyone at the time thought it was a simple theft, and the dispatch of four police officers was simply due to the necessary caution.

After first arriving at the scene, everything went pretty smoothly. A man who claimed to be the head of a transportation company showed them that his men were merely working overtime. The situation took a turn for the worse when a senior police officer, driven by his own suspicions, asked them for the relevant company documents.

The self-proclaimed porters pulled out their submachine guns in an instant and poured out the bullets in their magazines at the unprepared officers.

The two officers who were close by were shot several times in an instant, and by this time they had fallen silently in a pool of blood. The other two officers managed to escape behind the obstacle due to the distance. And in the face of absolute numerical and firepower inferiority, they have no hope of turning the tables around.

"Report to headquarters, report to headquarters. I'm Officer Davis, and our squad has been attacked by multiple gunmen. Officer Martinson and Officer Don have lost their lives in the line of duty, and we need backup now! ”

Putting down the walkie-talkie in his hand, Jefferson. Davis felt like all his strength was drained from him. The nearest patrolman was more than five minutes away, and he wasn't sure if he and his companions would be able to hold up for two minutes.

As if he could not bear the pressure of the approaching enemy, his youthful companion finally couldn't take it anymore and went out with his gun in his hand and began to fight back at the attackers. Before Davis could pull his companion back, the boy was shot in the shoulder and fell back into the police car in severe pain.

"Baker! Baker, are you okay? Davis pulled his companion up and began to examine his wounds. The bullet did not cause penetrating wounds, which in some ways is a bad thing. A warhead rolling inside the body can do more damage at all. Baker probably won't be able to use this arm of his for a while.

And just then, Davis heard the sound of a blunt thump coming from behind.

His first reaction was that the enemy was playing some strange tricks. However, this doesn't make sense, after all, the other party doesn't need to do these little tricks.

"Ahhhh A figure fell from the sky with a stretched scream and slammed into the concrete floor in front of Davis. He reflexively aimed the pistol in his hand at the sudden sound, only to find that the other party had lost consciousness.

This...

Davis couldn't help but stand up, cautiously looking behind him through the window. I saw a red figure sprint in front of a gunman like lightning, and blasted him two meters away with a single punch, and it seemed that he couldn't get up in a short time.

The only remaining gunman on the field raised his gun and began to shoot at the red figure, and the Red Knight only waved his hand, and a large box more than a meter high flew to his side, blocking all the bullets for him. Then, with just a push of both hands, the box, which weighed at least a hundred kilograms, flew out and knocked the man down.

Is this the strength of a superpower?

Before he could make any more movements, the red figure had already arrived in front of him. He clenched the pistol in his hand, but did not lift it. He knew that the person in front of him would not hurt him, but the overwhelming force still made him feel uneasy.

And the Red Knight did not do anything to him. He turned and grabbed Baker's shoulder, and after only a few seconds, Baker's face twitched from the pain.

"His injuries should be fine." The voice coming from under the mask was surprisingly young. "As for your two companions, one of them should still have a chance to be saved, and the other... I'm sorry. Have you notified the ambulance and other police? ”

"Hmm." Davis nodded.

"May you please first cuff the people I knocked down. They shouldn't wake up for a while, but it's better just in case. The Red Knight's tone was rather pleading, and even though Davis knew that the other party was giving him orders, he still couldn't feel any ill feelings about it.

"Thank you." Davis said to him from the bottom of his heart, but the Red Knight didn't hear it. After saying what he had just said, he had already run to the side of the fallen Officer Tang and began to try to use his ability to stabilize his injuries.

The sound of an ambulance could already be heard in the distance, and Davis laughed at himself and helped Baker to his feet.

It's not bad to have such a protector.