There was such a big incident today, Hancock didn't show up, and the Los Angeles gang leader was ambitious, and while he was making a false deal with the police chief, he had no restraint on his subordinates.

For the next week, the people of Los Angeles felt the real chaos, the drug trade on the streets was blatant, and the police only turned their backs when they saw it, and once a young police officer really came up to interrogate him, he pulled out a gun and ran away.

Some of the most expensive jewelry stores were closed, and they hired bodyguards to guard their warehouses in other cities, and those who didn't did so were ransacked.

The media and the public denounced the incompetence of the police, and some tabloids began to miss Hancock's time, writing: "Hancock did not do a good job, but he always got the job done." ”

Gradually, the mainstream media began to sing Hancock's praises, overturning all the news from weeks ago, but they didn't care, but instead had a feeling of turning their hands into clouds and rain.

Hancock saw the news on TV, but he didn't want to do anything about it, for him, the previous act of saving people was just a fun, a game in a meaningless life, and now people don't want to play with him, so why should he bother with himself.

Three weeks went on, and the television, radio, and newspapers were all calling out to Hancock, and the headlines were all changed to "Superhero, where are you?" ”

It didn't work, the crime continued, and even more crazy, as if to vent all the horrors that had been shocked for so many years.

The people were a little desperate, they did not dare to go out at night, they did not dare to go to the slums; A large number of entertainment venues are closed because there are no guests; The Los Angeles economy has plummeted, almost catching up with the economic crisis of the 30s.

It was in this darkness that something finally changed.

On the streets of Los Angeles on this day, the sun was very strong, and a certain drug dealer was driving a delivery, and he was going to run three areas today and make a lot of money.

"Bang dang!" He rear-ended, marking a Bentley in front of him with a long mark, even the shield logo with the wings crossed next to the taillights.

"F*ck, don't you have any eyes? How is the parking done? Want to die? ”

In Los Angeles now, whether you have money or not, you are afraid of gangsters.

Mo Tie and Yanzi got out of the car and saw a short and fat white man in a short-sleeved T-shirt, who was pointing at himself with a fierce face and scolding.

"There's something sick in this city, Hancock has only been gone for a few days, and ordinary thugs are so arrogant." Mo Tie sneered.

The drug dealer didn't pay attention to what Mo Tie said, but stared at Xianzi non-stop, he had never seen such a beautiful woman, let alone enjoyed it

"Hmph, boy, if you know each other, leave your car and the woman, get away, and I won't bother with you." The Humpty Dumpty drug dealer pointed at the man and said fiercely.

Mo Tie said helplessly to Yanzi: "It seems that our plan can be advanced. ”

As he spoke, he gently nudged the drug dealer in front of him, turned around and drove away.

The drug dealer flew hundreds of meters and landed on the tracks of the city train, his limbs twisted and stuck in the middle of the tracks like a lump of rotten meat.

The "Woo ......" train passed by, and the lump of flesh was completely indistinguishable from the human form.

That night, the citizens of Los Angeles remained at home, ignoring the biker party and the raging gangsters outside.

However, the city seems to be somewhat quiet tonight, and there is not so much noise that makes many people wonder.

The next morning, people were eating breakfast and watching the morning news, hoping to see Hancock, but they were attracted to another big event, someone punished the criminal.

It's just that the methods are very cruel, all the criminals who acted last night have their hands and feet cut off and thrown in the garbage can on the street corner, next to a few photos recording their drug trafficking or robbery.

The media didn't know what headline to use to present the incident, and only wrote the word "strange thing".

The second night came, and the noise was still not heard.

In the early morning, the garbage can on the street corner really broke hands and feet again!

Looking at the wide-eyed, stiff corpses of people lying in the garbage, the police officers who collected the bodies felt a chill, and the reporters took out their cameras and hesitantly pressed the shutter.

The third night arrived, still very quiet.

Early in the morning, the number of dead people in the trash cans is greatly reduced, but there are still some.

The Los Angeles police are feeling a lot of headaches, they don't want to face drug trafficking and robbery, and they don't want so many homicides.

But they couldn't find any clues to the murderer, the police patrolling at night didn't hear any shouts at all, and the bodies were already in the garbage cans in the morning.

In just three days, the police department's morgue was full, and they couldn't even wait for the families of the thugs to claim the bodies.

The police chief was so angry that he threw things in the office, but it didn't work, the killer avoided the patrolling police, avoided the hidden cameras and the crowd, the police couldn't find him, and the media even began to praise the killer of the night, saying that he brought peace back to Los Angeles again.

In desperation, the police chief dialed the godfather again, and this time they agreed - to commit the crime during the day.

In a crowded place, more than a dozen gangsters pretended to rob, and a bunch of policemen were ambushed around, and as long as the murderer dared to appear, they took him down in one fell swoop, and finally declared that it was a drill.

This plan full of loopholes was proposed by the police chief, and the godfather thought to himself that this guy was really a pig, and he couldn't be so badly hurt in the future, and it was better to let this foolish governor than to replace him with a smart man.

Yes, this plan was very stupid, as if telling others that it was a trap, but the clone sent by Mo Tie made a move.

The doppelganger received an order to kill all criminals, he didn't care about any traps and plots, as soon as he saw the gangsters robbing passers-by in the square, he rushed up with punches and kicks, and finally pulled out a silver short knife from his waist and cut off the gangsters' hands and feet in front of the onlookers.

The policeman rushed out in an instant, drew his gun and aimed it at the clone, and shouted: "Put down the murder weapon, raise your hands, and lie on the ground!" ”

This doppelganger does not load a personality, but only mechanically executes commands.

As soon as he saw the police draw their guns, he judged that they were meddling in the crime, so he put away his knives as instructed and walked away without looking back.

"Bang bang bang!"

The police shot because the doppelganger did not lie down as ordered, which in the police manual fully meets the criteria for shooting.

The bullet hit the doppelganger, and all of them were bounced off, and the skin at the point of the shot was slightly broken, revealing the silver-white armor inside.

However, the skin quickly healed itself, and the clone judged that it was attacked and began to fight back.

He took out a camera out of nowhere, "clicked" at the policemen around him with guns, and then put the camera away, drew his knife and did it.