Marvel's Psyker

"Hey! Boy, you're quite brave! Go out and hang out alone at night?"

Lynch turned around, and saw a black youth in a hooded sweater looking at him with a playful smile more than ten meters away.

"Robbery?"

Lynch didn't talk nonsense, and spoke directly.

"What? Robbery? No, no, no! How is that possible?"

Hearing Lynch's words, the black man waved his hand in fear to refute.

"I'm a civilized person, how can I rob? I just want to ask, do you know what time it is?"

"I know!"

Lynch frowned, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "One thirty-five."

"I see, this really is the perfect time to start the night! Isn't it?"

The black young man on the opposite side rubbed his hands and said in a kind tone: "That's right, buddy, my friends and I were planning to go to the bar to drink!"

"It's just that I don't know what time it is. Thank you very much for telling us. If possible, we would like to invite you to play together and have a drink with you. What do you think?"

As he spoke, the black youth waved his hand.

In the next second, a large group of people rushed out from the dark corners around them. They were all young people dressed in sleek clothes, holding weapons such as baseball bats or knives, and surrounded Lynch with grinning grinning.

"Since you are willing to tell us the time, you must be a kind and good person! You will not refuse our invitation, will you?"

"Don't worry, we won't let you suffer. I will pay the bill, and you will pay the bill. Everyone will get one, is it fair?"

The leading black youth rubbed his hands, his face was still smiling, but his eyes had become malicious.

He walked up to Lynch and reached out to Lynch's trouser pocket.

Lynch remained expressionless the whole time. When the black youth reached out to him, Lynch couldn't help laughing.

Although the black youths didn't understand Lynch's composure, they had done robbery more than once.They will wander around in the city late at night, looking for lonely pedestrians to start.

Especially for Asians like Lynch, in the impression of black youths, this is a typical cowardly group with a lot of money. For them, such a "mobile wallet" is simply the perfect target.

When the black young man's hand just touched Lynch's body, there was a "snap", and the black young man's wrist was grabbed by a hand.

The black youth looked up at Lynch, and said in a rather helpless tone, "Brother, are you sure? I'm doing it for you!"

"If my friends were to come, they would never be as friendly as I am. You will suffer then, so let go of your hands and cooperate, okay?"

"Trust me, it's really for your own good!"

Although Lynch grabbed his wrist, the black youth didn't panic at all.

Not to mention the large group of people around him, in his opinion, his tall stature alone is enough to easily crush Lynch.

Lynch looked indifferent, did not speak, and looked at the black youth as coldly as if looking at a corpse.

In the next second, Lynch moved.

"Crack-"

The fingers suddenly exerted force, and under the blessing of spiritual energy, Lynch's powerful strength directly crushed the bones in the black young man's wrist.

The black young man seemed to have seen something unbelievable, he was stunned for a moment, and then a distorted expression of pain appeared on his face.

At the moment when the black youth howled because of the severe pain in his arm, Lynch raised his leg and kicked out, and kicked between the black youth's legs at a speed that almost left an afterimage.

"hiss--"

The punks around subconsciously raised their hands between their legs, and then their legs became cold, and they shivered involuntarily, taking a breath.

The black young man had just screamed in pain because of the crushed arm bone, but his scream was forcibly interrupted by the more severe pain in the next second, and he swallowed it back into his throat.

The black young man covered his crotch with his hands, crossed his legs, and knelt down on the ground in a twisted posture.

At this moment, his expression was very ferocious, his facial muscles were distorted, his eyes were distracted, his mouth was drooling, he made meaningless whining noises, and his body would twitch suddenly from time to time.

A large group of punks around were really frightened by Lynch's actions, but after being dazed for a few seconds, they finally came to their senses, raised their baseball bats and knives, and rushed towards Lynch with strange screams. Come.

Lynch twisted his neck, raised the corners of his mouth, showing a fierce look at his prey, and rushed forward.

Lynch turned slightly to the left, dodging the knife of a gangster, hooked his foot, and that guy fell like a dog eating shit.

Behind him, another gangster swung a baseball bat and hit Lynch on the head.

Lynch turned around, took a step back to avoid the baseball bat, then stepped forward, raised his hand and grabbed the little bastard's wrist, raised his foot, and hit his knee on the guy's elbow.

Hearing the same crisp click, the little gangster's arm joints were broken, showing a hideous scene of reverse bending.

The little bastard screamed in pain, and the baseball bat in his hand dropped because of the pain.

Lynch took the baseball bat, held it in his hand, and hit the face of a guy behind him who was trying to sneak up on him.

After a crisp knocking sound, half of the teeth of the sneak attacking guy were smashed out.

Some people couldn't bear the fear in their hearts and tried to escape.

But Lynch directly threw the baseball bat in his hand, and the baseball bat hit the head of the fleeing man, knocking the man unconscious and falling to the ground.

Some gangsters saw that Lynch had no weapons in his hands, and thought they could do it again.

After regaining their confidence, they launched an attack on Lynch again, but Lynch just took a step and kicked, and kicked a young gangster who was rushing forward, knocking down several people.

Gradually, the punks all realized Lynch's ability, and they tried to escape, but Lynch bit them tightly behind them, punching them one after another, knocking them down one after another.

Finally, Lynch stopped until the last person was also knocked to the ground, and the punks who fell on the ground also breathed a sigh of relief.

For this group of punks, it was a terrible nightmare of a sheep turning into a tiger.

For Lynch, this is just a relaxing game.

He didn't even use his core ability [spiritual energy], so he took care of everything with ease.

A few minutes later, in a small alley by the side of the road, a large group of punks put their hands on the wall with great experience, and then stood in a row.

In the United States, for wandering punks like them, this is a basic skill for survival, which is not surprising or embarrassing.

No one dared to think carefully, because there were still several people lying on the street outside the alley at the moment.

Not to mention, among them was the black young man who was still kneeling on the ground with his crotch clutched, his eyes glazed over, and the corners of his mouth drooling.

Lynch's kick was so hard that it probably broke his pelvis.

"By the way, why are these people so poor? The things in the wallet are not worth as much as the wallet?"

Lynch rummaged through the wallets of those unconscious thugs, and took out a few scattered banknotes from the purses that were apparently stolen.

Shaking the empty wallet, Lynch threw the wallet on the ground in disgust.