That night, Stanley, who had changed into a uniform, was floating alone in the sky of New York, although he did not have spider silk like Spider-Man, but he was a guy who couldn't fall to death after all, and he had parkour skills, so it was a very simple thing for Stanley, there was no one from JD.com, and Stanley had come to the previous dock.

This dock is the one they were counted by Stanley last time, although Stanley later broke the local conspiracy because of a resurrection, but after this period of time has passed, there are still people from the Russian Black Society operating here, which Stanley knew through some information collected from the Internet before leaving.

He has been a superhero for such a long time, and although the secret information that is really hidden, or that others are going to hide, will not be found by Stanley, there are some simple intelligence gathering work, and Stanley is still capable of doing it.

Tonight's operation, Stanley didn't call Mindy and Jessica, after all, they had just returned from Skull Island, and what happened on Skull Island still had some impact on the two girls, plus the whereabouts of the Purple guy were not found, Stanley did not let Mindy and Jessica participate in the operation for the time being.

"Sure enough, if it is not extinguished at the source, these guys will still resurrect." Stanley stood on the roof of the building across the dock, looking through a telescope.

There were already four or five guys out of the containers, and these seemed to be smuggled vehicles.

"Is this about playing fast and furious?" Stanley sneered, jumped straight from the roof of the building, slid into the air for a while, and landed directly on the container on this side of the dock.

"Who'?!!!" A black man let out a loud shout, then reached into his arms, ready to take out the pistol in his arms.

With a pop, a metal card was inserted directly into the guy's arm, and the black man screamed, and then saw the logo on the metal card, which was the nemesis of these black members, a superhero who had nothing to do and hit them all day - Sunday!

The rest of the people immediately pulled out their pistols and crackled and shot at the place where Stanley was standing before, but unfortunately at this time Stanley had already left the place, and with a few swishing sounds, the metal card flew in the air, directly bursting the light bulb on it, turning the container area of the dock into darkness.

"Stand back to back and don't scatter!" One of the guys roared loudly, then leaned back to his friend, and the two men were very cautiously vigilant.

Although the number of these smugglers was much larger than that of Stanley, there was no way to see Stanley in the darkness where he could not see his fingers, and because Stanley could sense the 'breath' of this group of people, a silent fear gradually spread.

"Ah, I can't stand it!" One guy suddenly yelled and shot indiscriminately.

The sound of a bullet hitting a human body sounded, but listening to the screams, it didn't seem to be the pervert who liked to cross-dress, but their own people, which made the others even more frightened, and gave birth to the idea that they didn't want to die like this.

"Alas, don't shoot, it's pitch black, what if you shoot your own people?" The other guy roared.

But in this case, how could others easily listen to him, the crackling sound continued, and soon the screaming had stopped, because most of them had already been killed by themselves, and then the rest were cooked by Stanley.

Gently, Stanley was gone, just as he came gently, waved his hand and took away the fresh life, well, the filthy life of a bunch of Black Members.

Wow Wow Wow!! The sound of police cars and ambulances getting closer and closer, and soon in the sound of brakes, several police detectives in civilian clothes stepped out of the car, followed by more than a dozen criminal policemen, each of whom had already held a pistol in his hand and walked very cautiously.

"Everyone be vigilant and don't be attacked!" A plainclothes detective said loudly.

This is New York City, which is economically developed in the United States, as a very developed city, it is very difficult to be a policeman here, because in a country like the United States that does not ban guns, there will be more than a dozen or even dozens of shootings in New York City every day, and the proportion of police officers involved in them is a very dangerous thing.

"There's a dead man here!" A white policeman said loudly, and the gun in his hand was pointed at the dead man, afraid that the other person would suddenly open his eyes and shoot himself.

This kind of thing has not happened before, who made this world not a simple earth, but the most critical planet in the Manway universe - the earth. But a cop really knows a lot of things here, and all kinds of superheroes and supercriminals are active in the city, although not as often as they will be in the future.

"There's that too!" "And here!" One after another police officers found the bodies of these guys, and the detective in charge of the case came over, inserted the pistol into the holster, and looked at it carefully for a while.

"Alright, put away the guns, it was the damn guy [Sunday] who did it." The detective said through gritted teeth.

"It's him again, this guy just stopped before, why did he come back?" A policeman complained.

Although Stanley killed all the people of the Black Society, but in the law, these people belong to innocent civilians because there is no definite evidence (referring to the previous ones), even if they are not inferior to innocent civilians, at least there is one thing you need to know - superheroes have no law enforcement power, that is a private court and private punishment of criminals, Stanley's behavior is more serious, because this is a homicide!

Of course, this is a legal thing, for those who were persecuted by the Black Society, Stanley's actions just happened to avenge them, so even if they didn't dare to publicize the deeds of the [Sunday] superhero, it was inevitable to worship them in private.

"This guy has to be caught!" The plainclothes detective frowned and looked at the dead people around him, and judging from the whole scene, this was simply [Sunday's] unilateral abuse of this group of guys.

"But how are we going to get him? Didn't catch it for so long. His colleague said irritably.

"I don't know, but I think it's time for us to set up a task force, I'll write a request to George tomorrow, and Sunday's action must be stopped!" The mutant detective turned and walked in the direction of the car.

"What to do here?" His colleague asked.

"Let CSI investigate it, leave a few people to watch the scene, you take a few guys to look at the camera, and the rest of the people call it a day!"