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The blood was dripping continuously. Even Wang Hao's recovery power, which was beyond ordinary people, could not stop the bleeding of such a serious wound for a while. What's more, his opponent also applied some kind of anti-healing medicine on it.

"You still want to keep fighting? Do you really want to die that much?"

Wang Hao said nothing, looking at the man wearing a skull mask in front of him, he had to admit that this was the most difficult enemy he had ever encountered since his debut.

"Tokmaster, Taskmaster, I didn't know you were involved in mob business."

Wang Hao looked at his waist. The pain caused by the tear was secondary, and more importantly, it now affected his actions.

As a being with the strongest fighting ability among ordinary humans, the Imitation Master will not let go of his slightest flaw. The right side of his body will definitely become the key target of his opponent.

"Gangster? Haha, I'm a mercenary, this is just business."

At this point, Taskmaster cursed angrily.

"Damn Nesbitt, what are you talking about? You are just a newcomer. As far as your strength is concerned, except for that lunatic, I have never met anyone who can fight better than you."

Although he couldn't see the expression on his face under the mask, Wang Hao was sure that he must be furious now.

"Strictly speaking, I have just debuted."

The development of things has to start from a few nights ago.

After confirming Director Stacey's attitude through Peter, Wang Hao changed into equipment and visited Director George who returned home from get off work overnight.

"Relax, I'm just here to talk, I don't mean any harm."

Looking at George Stacey who directly took out the gun and turned on the safety, Wang Hao complained to Peter in his heart. Is this what he meant by having a good attitude?

"Talk? I don't know what a policeman and a murderer have to talk about!"

Facing the watchmen in black combat uniforms, Director George said he wasn't nervous. That was a lie, because this was his home, and his children and wife were all down there.

"Murderer? How about we change the word to vigilante?"

Wang Hao walked out of the shadows, with a mask that only covered the upper part of his face from his nose, revealing his fluffy lips. From George's experience, it was easy to tell that this was a young man, and he was still very young.

"Even younger than Gwen?"

"Vigilante? What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Of course it means literally, vigilantes who provide you with free help without your salary and high insurance."

George didn't put away his gun. He didn't trust the other party.

"Why? Why do you want to do this?"

Pie in the sky will not fall, such a good thing will fall on your own head?George is not that stupid.

George is not crazy yet, not stupid enough to think that his own charisma is that strong.He determined that Wang Hao must have something up his sleeve.

"why?"

Wang Hao cast his gaze towards the night sky in the distance, and then whispered.

"I also live under this sky, and like you, I am busy in this city every day. We are all living beings in this city."

Wang Hao pointed at himself and then at George.

"So I naturally hope that when I come home at night, I hear the children playing next door instead of gunshots and sirens, so I also hope that when I wake up in the morning, I can see my neighbors saying hello to me instead of Gang members walking through the door talking obscenities.”

Wang Hao looked at George steadily.

“I am an ordinary person, so I need food, drink, and a stable working and living environment; I am an ordinary person, so I don’t want

My city has become a mess.However, obviously the police alone cannot do this, and I have some special abilities, so why not? "

George slowly turned the safety of the pistol off, and then put it into the gun bag in his arms.

"I can accept this reason, but it doesn't mean I can accept the fact that you kill wantonly."

"Haha, please, don't you policemen know how to shoot when they encounter resistance when enforcing the law? Since you recognize that I am your vigilante, why can't you give me the same rights? Who are the people I killed? You still don’t know?”

Wang Hao chuckled.

"A drug lord who sells countless drugs, a young and female rapist, and a gang leader who has at least a dozen lives on his hands. Tell me, which one of them should not die?"

George did not speak, because what Wang Hao said was true. He was not a pedantic person. Compared with the scum Wang Hao killed, he saved more people, and he was more helpful to the security of the city.

"I can withdraw the wanted order against you, as long as you don't kill anyone again."

"What about my identity? A criminal? Or maybe a special advisor to the New York Police Department!"

Wang Hao finally revealed his purpose.

A reasonable and legal official status is undoubtedly extremely helpful to his just cause.

"No, I can't do that. I don't even know who you are."

George hesitated for a while and rejected Wang Hao's request.

"Why not? Is my identity really a problem? I don't need your funds, I don't need your police officer ID, all I need is a registration with you, and all I need is that when I act, you will Just tell your subordinates and the media that we are your people. What I need is information, permission, and a word of approval from both law enforcement and the general public."

"Think about it, when you have finally collected enough information, but you are unable to take action because of the opponent's huge power; think about it, when you hate that some moths are eating you up, but you have no choice but to turn a blind eye. Time. Don’t you need someone like me?”

Wang Hao's voice became excited. This step was crucial to him. If this step was taken well, the benefits he would gain would be unimaginable before.

"I will charge into battle when you need me, and I will never kill easily without your permission; I will do things for you when you need me that you want to do but can't. All I want is just one, An identity that is treated correctly, not a wanted criminal, do you understand?"

Wang Hao may have simply wanted to exchange benefits at the beginning, but as he spoke, every word he said became true feelings in his heart, because he has lived in this world for seven years.

Humans are not human beings, how can they be ruthless?

This world has his relatives, lovers, and friends.

He didn't want to see his child lying in a pool of blood on the street one day in the future; he also didn't want to have a gun in his arms when he came home from work, and then have bad intentions. The gangsters who came closer told them to get lost.

"Perhaps this is what Peter said, 'With great power comes great responsibility'? When I was an ordinary person, I could only count on the police, but now that I have the power, I can do more than just wait."

George didn't speak for a long time, his heart was moved.

He has been a police officer for so many years, and it takes more than a day or two to improve public security in New York.

But not to mention the huge underground forces that made him feel helpless, there were too many factors within himself and the police system that were confusing and made him powerless.

"You have to promise that you can't act at will without my permission, let alone kill at will!"

George raised his head and looked at Wang Hao with a special light in his eyes.

Wang Hao knows that that kind of thing is called ambition, ambition, and ideal.