Black Headland.

It was a rather unquiet early morning.

Just before three o'clock in the morning, the first gunshot pierced the night, kicking off the symphony of a crazy day in the border town. Half an hour later, the assault team arrived at the scene, and the battle immediately escalated into a full-scale firefight.

On the other side is a criminal group that the security team has been following for more than a year, and its business scope includes but is not limited to murder, arson, plunder, abduction, drug trafficking, etc.

They have a presence in almost every crime-related activity in the town.

The head of the organization, Dao Shang, is called the abductor Li, obviously because he happens to be surnamed Li, and he is a cripple. According to the investigation, he was born poor, his parents divorced when he was a child, and almost his whole life was in a free-range state.

In fact, this is not uncommon in Black Headland. His organization was originally founded by people who had similar experiences to him, and over the years grew from strength to strength until it became the largest force entrenched in the town.

But today their good days have come to an end.

After a long period of undercover work, a heroic sheriff finally succeeded in obtaining ironclad evidence of the kidnapper Lee's crime, and the sheriff's office finally got the long-awaited opportunity. And today is the day of the decisive battle for the downfall of this organization.

However, the enemy's resistance was also a bit stronger than they had initially expected. The action seemed to be detected by the other side, and the battle was forced to start before it could be deployed. The planned knife raid turned into a tug-of-war of firepower, with bullets raining down the wee hours of the morning, smoke and gunfire like rolling thunder, as if the entire town was covered in a cloud of black smoke.

The kidnapper Lee is hiding in the deepest part of his office building, and the whole building is heavily guarded to the extreme. Almost all the members of his organization were mobilized, and the members of the group, dressed in black, swam in the dark clouds of gunpowder smoke like flocks of crows.

After a stalemate, an assault team composed of the elite of the Sheriff's Special Operations Team successfully tore through the gap and entered the office building first. Every guard post was breached, and all lines of defense were broken through until outside the door of the office where the kidnapper Lee was.

And the moment the door was blasted open, almost everyone in the team was still in their hearts.

The pitch-black huge circular hollow, the long black metal cylinder, rested firmly on the shoulder of the kidnapper Lee, like the gaze of the Grim Reaper, had already locked the direction of the entrance.

A single bazooka.

The underworld boss in such a border town actually has a bazooka.

No one was prepared for what they were facing here. But at that moment, everyone seemed to feel the existence of the death omen, and clearly knew that as long as the killer pulled the trigger, their entire team would be shattered in an instant within a fraction of a second.

The trigger pulled.

The metal structure rubbed crisply, and the trigger made a crisp click along the gear. The technological creature was like a metal beast, accompanied by a deadly roar, and the high-pressure smoke in the barrel of the cannon propelled a flaming rocket to blast out.

A hideous crime boss, a special operations team that keeps breaking doors, a bazooka that ejects from its strong recoil, and black smoke from the muzzle of a cannon.

It's like standing time, a freeze-frame picture, only the cannonball that urges the life breaks through the tide of time under the swaying tail flame, like the beat of death approaching little by little.

In an instant, the walls on the side of the building were torn apart in an extremely instant, invisible to the naked eye.

A large amount of masonry and concrete burst into the room with the billowing dust, and the red-blue afterimage broke through the dust curtain like a piercing blade, and broke into the time-like silence with an inexplicable domineering, chasing the missile that roared with tail flames.

The rabbit rises and falls, and it is fleeting. A second later, the kidnapper Li was still smiling with the rising bazooka, and the special combat team members had already fallen to cover.

However, the imaginary explosion did not happen.

The kidnapper Li was stunned for half a second.

What about my rockets?

What about a big rocket?

The heavy shot blasted out, and the recoil almost wiped out for him. As a result, a shot flew halfway through and said that it was gone?

"Are you looking for this?"

The sound of chuckling rang out over the room.

Then everyone was stunned to see this scene.

A blue figure that suddenly flashed like a séance, floating in the air with a warm smile, pinching the rocket like a toy.

The poor missile was still spewing tail flames in vain, but it could not escape the pincer-like palm. The five fingers, which seemed to be pinched randomly, had been faintly sunk into the metal shell, and after a few moments, the propulsion power was exhausted, and it was extinguished as if it were wilting.

He threw the decommissioned missiles aside like garbage. At that moment, everyone's hearts beat as if they missed a beat.

Kidnapper Lee was sluggish.

Of course he knew Superman, and it was hard to find anyone who didn't know him these days.

But how could he be so virtuous that he actually bumped into such a big man and went out in person?

If you think about it, you're just an ordinary human trafficker, drug dealer, murderer, fraudster, and that's it.

Isn't it some otherworldly invasion monster or an earthquake-flood natural disaster, but it was actually taken care of by Superman himself?

Am I worthy!?

The next moment, the gap in the ceiling popped open. A Gatling that had been laid out clicked out, and the entrance door was automatically locked according to the programme.

It is also the location of the special combat personnel.

The barrel flew, and the machine gun roared and roared. A fire dragon stretched out with a roar, the drums swirling, and the gunfire and smoke screen that flashed out at super high speed even engulfed the body of the gun in the dazzling fire.

But even before the special operators realized what was happening, Jiangbei had flashed in front of them.

The machine-gun bullets snapped into the solid blue chest, splashing in all directions, but failing to do even the slightest damage.

He stood up to the gunfire and walked forward unhurriedly. The warheads that collided and deformed were constantly clanging and falling at his feet, and in the eyes of the special combat crews, they looked like a fortress to monitor the great shore.

Someone swallowed involuntarily.

Really faster than bullets.

The automatic machine gun was just a trap, with an extremely fast rate of fire and a small magazine capacity, emptying in less than ten seconds. Jiang Bei walked up to the kidnapper Li unscathed and glanced at him with a smile.

Afterwards, when the kidnapper Li talked about it, he said that he didn't know what he was thinking at the time.

It could be just a spur of the moment, or it could be adrenaline.

In short, a beastly instinct that had been cultivated for many years in the road overwhelmed fear, and he staggered to his feet from behind his desk.

He drew his handgun and pointed it at Superman's eyes.

Gunshots.

Flames pushed a whirling bullet out of the chamber

And then withstood the hardness that a bullet should not bear.

It slammed into the jewel-like eyeballs, deformed, and finally bounced off the ground with a shriveled and rolled to the floor.

The kidnapper Lee remained in a gun-holding position, making eye contact with the eye he had not been able to penetrate, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he silently put down his gun and sat back in his chair with his hands raised.

"I'll admit I was impulsive just now."

(End of chapter)