"King Haibian?" Dave, the king of Haibian, is about to catch up with Iron Man in popularity in New York at this time, after all, he eats and lives here, and his activities are limited to New York City, so he can spare more energy to deal with various street cases.

As for getting out of New York City? I'm sorry, but who is King Haibian? Oh, probably the cuckold who littered the pan during the New York War, right?

And Iron Man's popularity is not limited to New York City, he is young and golden, fighting against the gods with a mortal body. No matter what city he is, he has such a high level of popularity.

As it happens, this group of buyers is in the middle of New York City, so they also know King Haibian.

"Get to know me, and that'll be easy." Dave smiled flattened, his hands clenched, and liquid metal flowed down from his palms, and then turned into two T-shaped crutches held in his hands.

For this liquid metal, Dave, who was in contact with it for the first time, felt unexpectedly comfortable.

Soon, Dave got into a fight with the four people in the house.

Although Dave's combat ability is at the bottom of all superheroes, he is still easy to deal with a few low-level gangsters.

The only surprise was that when Dave was about to turn the liquid metal into handcuffs and handcuff these people together, the liquid metal, which was originally a silver-white color, could not be formed anyway, and then he could only pull the curtain down in embarrassment under the gaze of these thugs and tie them together.

"Tell me, you buy these...... Well...... What do you want to do with unknown dangerous items? Sitting on a stool, Dave asked the four men as if he were a prisoner.

At their feet was a wooden chest that had been kicked over, and which the men had bought from some of them, and whose contents had been overturned and scattered all over the place.

The gang bought a total of two boxes of items purportedly from Kane Manor, one of which already covered Dave's body. And this box does seem to contain only some miscellaneous items from Kane Manor.

But even in the midst of this group of miscellaneous items, there is also an interesting 'toy'.

It was a Steyr submachine gun, commonly known as a micro-punch, which was only slightly larger than a pistol.

The magazine load of the genuine Steyr submachine gun is only thirty rounds, and just now a thug inadvertently picked up the gun and fired more than 100 rounds when he fired at Dave, without interruption, and the gunfire was very small, it is estimated that as long as the gunfire is not heard through the door.

This micro punch is a small toy made by Fat Bear based on an electromagnetic gun, and its origin comes from a joke Dai Dawei made about Fat Bear: he wants to have a pistol with unlimited bullets and never need to change magazines.

So, Fat Bear made this micro punch based on the electromagnetic gun.

The firing mechanism of micro-impulse uses electromagnetic force to fire bullets along the trajectory, so the bullet loaded into the magazine removes the gunpowder part, and only the bullet is loaded inside. Then the magazine is slightly larger, and this micro-punch magazine can hold 280 rounds, although it does not reach the level of infinite bullets, but it can be regarded as a characteristic toy.

However, the bullet with a large amount of ammunition fired by the small burst was not as powerful as the bullet fired by a real submachine gun, and Dave was wearing clothes made of liquid metal, not to mention that he had condensed a silver shield from liquid metal on his hand. Although silver liquid metal can't construct a more complex three-layer shock armor like green liquid metal, it is extremely easy to turn into these simple and straightforward objects.

Eventually, the thug with an Stayl submachine gun that he didn't know how many bullets it could fire was thrown in the head by Dave's real frying pan and fell unconscious instantly.

This time it was indeed a real pan, not something Dave had conjured up from liquid metal.

Naturally, he couldn't stand still in the house, so Dave retreated to the kitchen, and there happened to be a pan on the stove in the kitchen, so Dave copied it and threw it out.

Afterwards, Dave said that it was more convenient to throw the pan. The frying pan is evenly stressed, the striking force is concentrated, and the area is not small, and the chance of hitting the opponent is large, which is really a throwing weapon that is not lost to the hammer.

"We want to be a little different, to be able to gain something that is beyond the norm." A man with dark eyebrows glanced up at Dave and said quickly.

"What about when you have the ability?" Dave asked.

The man hesitated to glance at a small gold shop on the street, but did not speak.

Dave also followed the other party's gaze and saw the small gold shop, and understood the thoughts of this group of people.

It is nothing more than life and death, and wealth is in the sky.

"How did you get in touch with the forces that bought these things?" After a long silence, Dave continued to ask the men.

"They were the first to contact me." The man who was still the one whose eyebrows were smashed by Dave's pan answered Dave's question: "I don't know what they are based on, anyway, we suddenly received an email one night, which said the time and place of the transaction, as well as the items to be traded, if we agree, we can contact them." ”

Glancing at the menacing faces of the group and the marijuana on the table, Dave seemed to understand how the group was selecting the buyers.

"Can you still contact them?" Dave finally asked his primary concern, he wanted to find out who the forces that were selling this stuff everywhere were, and where their nest was. Maybe he'll find something else in it, and he's probably going to be able to help Mr. Batman, who is in a bit of a bad situation right now.

His affection for Batman can be described as deep.

Before he became a street hero, Batman was his idol, and when he became a street hero, it was Batman who gave him superpowers and made him a superhero.

"They said that if we did something big enough to alarm the newspaper, they would contact us again." The man with dark eyebrows replied.

"What's the big deal?"

"For example...... Grab a gold shop and kill a few people in front of the public. ”

"That's a big deal, uh......" Dave suddenly felt a little speechless.

"Big ......" Dave suddenly came up with a brilliant idea, "Are you saying that if you make a big thing, they will contact you again?" Is a bank robbery a big deal? ”

The thugs looked at each other, then nodded in unison.

(End of chapter)