When they reacted, they had already appeared five meters away, and in front of them, there was a big man wearing a red cloak in a straitjacket.

"Superman!"

The rescued man suddenly screamed in surprise.

"Superman, it's Superman."

"The one from the Met?"

"Didn't you say mutants?"

A small muttering sounded from all sides, and they were puzzled, but they didn't panic anymore, because Superman was there.

"Gan, what a superman, open fire, kill him!" Cork yelled angrily.

Da-da-da, boom-bang, bang-bang.

Bullets and shells beckoned to Superman in unison, but they didn't break the defense at all, and after a burst of firepower, Superman came out of the fire intact, and the sound of bullets hitting him and the sound of falling shells reverberated into a symphony of firepower.

And the eyes of Cork and the others turned from confident, to incredible, to panic, until now, they were speechless, just stiffly tilted their fire on Superman's body, although it had no effect.

"Have you had enough?" Superman approached, and although there was not the slightest bit of dust, he habitually patted his body.

", you're a mutant?!" Cork stepped out of the van, pointed at Superman with his right hand, and asked in an angry tone.

"I'm not." Superman just said that and didn't explain too much.

"you mutants!" Cork's eyes were blood-red, and his right hand, which was pointing at Superman, suddenly broke off from his wrist, and his hand fell downward, revealing the muzzle of a black hole.

"Boom." The bullet flew out of the rifling and flew into Superman's eyes.

Cork laughed angrily, he once fought with a mutant mercenary on the continent in the middle of Asia and Europe, this arm was lost in that war, and then he spent a lot of money to find someone and made a mechanical arm for himself, this arm is good, it is indeed a technology that exceeds this era, it is worth the money, but it is always not as good as his original arm.

Since then, he has been thinking about finding the mutant to take revenge, but he has never found it, so he turned this hatred to the mutant race.

Mutant trafficking, he is one of the biggest transporters, he has killed countless innocent mutants, and now, he doesn't mind killing one more.

He thought so and grinned.

The bullet flew out, hit Superman's retina, made a sonorous sound, and then fell weakly downward.

And Superman, without blinking an eye.

Cork's smile froze on his face.

Superman shrugged, "Now, can you tie your hands and take it away?" ”

"Draft!" Cork rushed up and threw his fist to fight Superman, but in an instant, a moment that no one was aware of, he became in a handcuffed position with his hands behind his back.

All of Cork's brothers, all of them.

For a moment, they were powerless!

What kind of monster is this? Except for Cork who was thinking, everyone who was present and witnessing was thinking.

"It's a lot better that way." Superman walked over to Nelson and removed from Nelson what they were trading in, a delicate mechanical part that appeared to be a device on some instrument.

Superman didn't know what was going on, and turned around to contact Jaime, the highest commander here.

"Yesterday afternoon, the stars lab in San Francisco reported that a part on a certain instrument was missing, and asked us to help find it, and we followed the traces to crack the remnants of Dodo, and the battle was fierce, they didn't surrender, they all died, and we just found clues from the notes, saying that the thing was placed here in advance, and the buyer came soon.

We didn't take it seriously, we didn't expect their firepower to be so fierce, and if it weren't for us, we would have suffered heavy casualties this time. Jaime thanked Superman vigorously.

Superman just smiled and waved in response to the people who greeted him, "It's okay now." ”

"It can't be!" Cork suddenly lost his voice and shouted, "Warwick is alive!" Here he is! We made a deal with him just now! ”

"What are you crazy about?" Jaime gave Cork a slap in the face.

Cork didn't care about that, he just looked at Superman with red eyes, and now he just wanted to pull Warwick's puppy into the water!

"Warwick, we just traded with Warwick, he's here, don't let him run!"

Superman looked at James, but Jaime laughed, "Don't think you can run away by fooling attention like this, he was killed by my own headshot, how could he be here?" ”

"He's dead?" Don't talk about Cork, everyone who has been in contact with the transaction just now is dumbfounded, "This is impossible, he is still alive, we have a recording here!" ”

Jaime was surprised, and asked Superman to help watch, and asked him to search for the recording equipment that Cork was talking about, and play the recording, but there was a noise, and there was no effective recording at all......

"It can't be! When did he die? Nelson exclaimed.

"Yesterday at two o'clock in the afternoon, what's wrong?"

"Warwick contacted me at nine o'clock last night and said there was a deal to ......," Nelson said.

Superman frowned and looked at Jaime, but Jaime shook his head, "His body is still in the morgue now, and he can find a coroner to re-examine the autopsy, unless it is not him who died, but a stand-in, or the active person is his stand-in." Jaime said with great sophistication, "It's not like this hasn't happened before. ”

"That's right." Superman was thoughtful.

"We're calling it a day, Superman, thank you."

"Then I won't bother, goodbye." Superman waved his hand and flew away in the blink of an eye.

In the same place, Nelson's face was pale, he and Warwick knew each other very well, they were "people in the same way", Warwick's personality couldn't think of such an idea as a stand-in, and he couldn't do it.

That man, definitely Warwick!

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Meanwhile.

Warwick had changed to another after Nelson's gaze, and now, she had switched dozens of looks.

The Witch walked to the side of the road and picked up the public phone.

"My mission is complete, tell me his whereabouts."

On the other side of the phone, a hoarse voice with an evil tone came, "I will naturally fulfill my promise, the address has been sent to that mailbox, you can confirm it." ”

The Demonic Girl took out her phone and confirmed the documents in the mailbox, breathing a sigh of relief.

"But I wouldn't advise you to rescue him now."

"Why?"

"The reason is explained in the second document, you can take a look, and in addition, remind you that the big man flying in the sky is watching you - toot toot."

The phone was hung up, and the demon girl didn't like this attitude of dominance in the hands of others, but the form was stronger than the person, and she could only adapt.

Walking out of the phone booth, she tightened her trench coat and turned to walk towards the other neighborhoods.

On the other side.

Mr. Horror hung up the phone leisurely and took a sip of red wine.

They've got what they wanted.