I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

When they reacted, they had already appeared five meters away, and in front of them stood a big man wearing a blue tights and a red cape.

"Superman"

The rescued person suddenly cried out in surprise.

"Superman, it's Superman."

“The metropolitan one”

"Didn't you say they were mutants?"

A whisper sounded from all directions. They were puzzled, but they were no longer panic because Superman was there.

"What the hell, Superman, open fire and kill him," Kirk yelled angrily.

Da da da, bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

Bullets and cannonballs all greeted Superman, but they didn't break the defense at all. After a burst of fire, Superman walked out of the fire intact. A symphony of firepower.

The gazes of Kirk and others turned from self-confidence, to disbelief, to panic, until now, they have been unable to say anything, but stiffly tilted their firepower on Superman, even though it was useless.

"Have you beaten enough?" Superman walked closer. Although there was no dust at all, he patted himself habitually.

"Fuck, you mutant?" Kirk walked out of the van, pointed his right hand at Superman, and asked in a shocked and angry tone.

"I'm not." Superman just said that without much explanation.

"Fuck you mutants." Kirk's eyes were blood red, pointing at Superman's right hand that suddenly broke off from the wrist, and the hand dropped downward, revealing the black muzzle of the gun.

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

Kirk laughed angrily. He once fought against a mutant mercenary on the continent in the middle of Asia and Europe. This arm was lost in that war. Later, he spent a lot of money to find someone to make it for himself. A mechanical arm, this arm is good, it is indeed a technology beyond this era, and it is worth the money, but it is still not as good as my original arm.

Since then, he has been thinking about finding that mutant for revenge, but he couldn't find it, so he turned this hatred to the mutant group.

He is one of the largest transporters of mutants, and he has killed countless innocent mutants. Now, he doesn't mind killing one more.

Thinking of this, he grinned.

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

And Superman didn't bat an eye.

Kirk's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Superman shrugged, "Now, can you all be arrested without mercy?"

"Are you drafting it?" Kirk rushed forward and punched Superman, but in an instant, a moment that no one noticed, he changed into a handcuffed position with his hands behind his back.

All the brothers in Cork, all of them.

For a moment, they were powerless to fight back

What kind of monster is this? Everyone except Kirk wondered.

"This is much better." Superman walked to Nelson and took out what they traded from Nelson. It was a sophisticated mechanical part, which seemed to be a device on an instrument.

Superman didn't know the situation, so he turned around and contacted James, the chief executive here.

"Yesterday afternoon, the Stars Laboratory in San Francisco reported that a part of a certain instrument was missing. Let us help to find it. We followed the traces and uncovered the remnants of Dodo. The fighting was fierce. They did not surrender and all died in battle. We also Just took a clue from the notes that things were put here ahead of time and buyers were coming soon.

We didn't take it seriously either. We didn't expect their firepower to be so fierce. If it weren't for us, we would have suffered heavy casualties this time. "James kept thanking Superman.

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

"This is impossible" Kirk suddenly shouted, "Warwick is still alive, he is here and we were trading with him just now"

"Why are you crazy?" James slapped Kirk angrily.

Kirk didn't care about this, he just looked at Superman with red eyes. He just wanted to drag down Warwick, the bastard who had tricked them.

"Warwick, we just traded with Warwick, he is here, don't let him escape"

Superman looked at James, but James burst out laughing. "Don't think you can escape by distracting yourself like this. I killed him with a headshot myself. How could he be here?"

"He is dead." Not to mention Cork, everyone who had just come into contact with the transaction was stunned. "This is impossible, he is still alive, and we have a recording here."

James was surprised for a moment, and asked Superman to help look at it. He also asked people to search for the recording equipment that Kirk mentioned and played the recording. However, there was a lot of noise and there was no valid recording at all.

"It's impossible when he died," Nelson exclaimed.

"What happened at two o'clock yesterday afternoon?"

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

Superman frowned and looked at James, but James shook his head, "His body is still in the morgue, and the coroner can re-examine it, unless it was not him who died, but a substitute, or the active person was his substitute .” James said tactfully, “It’s not like this has never happened before.”

"Is that so?" Superman mused.

"We're done here, Superman, thank you."

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

In the same place, Nelson's face was pale. He and Warwick are very familiar. They are the kind of familiarity of "fellow people". Do.

That person is definitely Warwick

at the same time.

Warwick had taken another form after Nelson's gaze, and by now, she had switched dozens of forms.

Mystique walked to the side of the road and picked up the pay phone.

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

On the other side of the phone, there was an evil hoarse voice, "Of course I will fulfill my promise, the address has been sent to that email address, you can confirm it."

Mystique took out her mobile phone, checked the files in the mailbox, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I don't suggest you go rescue him now."

"why"

"The reason is explained in the second document. You can take a look. Also, I would like to remind you that the big man flying in the sky is spying on you."

The phone was hung up, and Mystique didn't like the attitude that the dominance was in the hands of others, but the form was better than people, and she could only adapt.

After walking out of the phone booth, she tightened her windbreaker, turned and walked towards other blocks.

on the other side.

Mister Evil leisurely hung up the phone and took a sip of red wine.

They've got what they want.