This Kryptonian is Too Steady

Taking the sharp blade out of the two corpses, Cyborg, under the hail of bullets, dodged and came to the two closest enemies to him.

Looking at the empty clips and the unharmed monster in front of them, the two men from the Gera family raised their hands tremblingly.

However, Cyberspace does not accept the surrender of black names. The sharp blade in his hand wiped the necks of the two, so he ignored it and continued to run to the next enemy.

He has never understood why the punks in the Marvel and DC worlds are always full of confidence in firearms.

No matter if you meet Superman or Iron Man, as long as you have a gun in your hand, you will dare to shoot at the opponent, and you will end up with a broken gun.

Wouldn't it be nice to give up resistance obediently?

Just like the group of gang members in front of them, they have already changed their magazines once and are still firing on him, and they only have AC in their hearts.

At the same time as these thoughts flashed through his mind, Cyborg's figure flashed around in the crowd like a ghost. Wherever he passed, only a corpse that gradually lost its temperature was left behind.

"Withdraw!!!"

With the death of the last member of the Gera family, the morale of the Owl Gang finally collapsed. A small leader shouted and took the lead in getting into the car behind him, preparing to escape from this place of right and wrong.

Shoot the first bird with a gun!

Seeing that the people on the opposite side want to run, how could Cyberspace make them do so?

The long blade at the metacarpal bone slowly retracted and merged into the armor, replaced by a black triangular dart.

The dart drew several graceful arcs in the air, and hit the white man who took the lead to escape with precision.

Afterwards, darts continued to take shape in Cyber's palm and shot at the members of the Owl Gang who were about to get into the car and escape.

As for the hit rate issue?

You know, this dart is not as simple as it looks. The small nano-dart not only has a detection system, a power system, but also a self-destruction function. Its power is equivalent to 500 grams of TNT, which is no different from a miniature missile.

With the intelligent assistance of Alita, Cyber ​​is like a man surnamed Li who is as good-looking as him. There are no false examples, and he can take a life away with a wave of his hand.

In a black car, two gang members "lucky" dodged Cyber's attack and gathered together.

"Thomas! Hurry up, that monster is coming!"

One of the middle-aged white men with a small bun looked horrified, looked at the black figures who were approaching outside the window, and urged a black bald man sitting in the driver's seat.

"Shut up! Anthony!"

Thomas was also sweating profusely at this time. He rummaged through his pocket to find the car key and inserted it into the keyhole tremblingly.

'Woodudu...'

The ignition was successful, Thomas took a deep breath, clenched the steering wheel with both hands, looked straight ahead, then slammed the accelerator, knocked off the car in front of him, and galloped out of the pier without looking back. .

He doesn't need to run faster than that black demon, he just needs to run faster than his accomplice.

Three knives and two darts.

After killing the last five gang members, Cyber ​​stood there, watching the black car go away coldly.

Letting go of these two guys was naturally Sebo's intention.

According to the information collected by Alita, the two groups of members who traded at the dock tonight were from the Guerra family and the Owl Gang.

The Guerra family is an established drug lord family in Mexico and one of the main suppliers in Los Angeles.

But because a family that originally supplied New York had a conflict with Jin and was destroyed by the other party, a large market was vacated.

In order to eat this piece of fat, the Gera family sent more than a dozen family members headed by Matthew to open up the market. As a result, the first transaction hit the muzzle of Cyber.

The Owl Gang is a local gang in Hell's Kitchen. It was taken by Jin Cong for his own use half a year ago, and it is one of his direct forces.

As one of the four gangsters in Hell's Kitchen, the members of the Owl Gang are of course more than the number on the dock.

As the saying goes, the task of eradicating evil is done.

With the help of these two guys, it is the best choice to find the stronghold of the Owl Gang and uproot it.

After burning the boxes containing the washing powder and US dollars, all the darts were automatically recovered, and Cybertruck disappeared again and flew towards the direction of the car.

………………

The black car galloped all the way, with no sign of deceleration at all.

Fortunately, the road in Hell's Kitchen at night was empty, and there were no vehicles and pedestrians. Otherwise, according to the way the car traveled, it would have crashed and died a long time ago.

After passing through nine turns and eighteen turns, the black car finally stopped at the door of a bar called 'Sleepless Night'.

"Yuck..."

Anthony's face was pale, and as soon as he got out of the passenger seat, he bent over and vomited beside him.

"Wait for me, Thomas!"

But thinking of the invulnerable black demon, Anthony still had lingering fears. He didn't dare to stay too long. He wiped the stain on his mouth, held Thomas by the shoulder, and stumbled towards the bar.

The two walked across the dance floor on the first floor, passed through a heavily guarded corridor, and were guarded by two big men in suits, and came to a luxurious private room on the second floor.

In the private room, there were a dozen or so famous people sitting or standing, scattered around in groups of three or five. Some were playing poker~www.novelmt.com~, some were sucking washing powder, and some were only wearing bikinis. babes frolicking.

The closed door was suddenly opened, the entire private room was silent, and everyone turned to look at the four people at the door.

One of them, with hairspray on his head and a cigar in his mouth, frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Thomas, what's going on?"

Thomas, who was nearly two meters tall, lowered his head and put his hands on his sides in a bewildered way. He glanced at the white man's face, and hesitantly said, like a primary school student who made a mistake and was discovered by his teacher:

"Boss... Brother Brooke was...killed, and the goods and money were...lost...lost."

'Snapped--'

Hearing this news, the white man grabbed the wine glass on the table and threw it over, but Thomas didn't dare to hide and let the wine glass hit his forehead.

Taking a deep breath, the white man suppressed the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "Who did it, say it!"

He didn't own that batch of goods alone, and 70% of them were ordered from above.

If there is a mistake, he will not be able to eat and walk around.

"No...I don't know."

"Oh, don't know?"

'boom--'

The white man laughed in anger, stood up, pulled out a black pistol from his waist, and decisively sent Thomas to meet Satan.

What's the use of keeping these wastes? !

Then, he turned his head slightly, looked at Anthony, who was shaking like a sieve, and said coldly, "What about you? Don't you know who did it?"

Under the threat of death, Anthony bit the tip of his forehead and tongue, calmed down, recalled the picture in his mind, and said uneasy, "Yes...Yes..."

"I!"