After the man left, the supermarket owner sighed.

As a part of Hell's Kitchen, he's already used to it!

These idiots won’t think about what to do if he is robbed every day and goes bankrupt?

There are not many places to buy in Hell’s Kitchen!

The boss silently opened the place where he really stored the change hidden under the cash register. He thought of the fake chocolate and wine he had just taken away, and felt very painful.

If this continues, even if the things he sells are twice as expensive than other supermarkets, he will still be unable to withstand the profit if it is three times more profitable!

Suddenly, the boss was startled when he heard a bang.

He turned around in panic and thought to himself that something was wrong.

Oops!

Could that man just now be back?

My money!

He looked closely and found that the robber just now was indeed back, but in the form of a coma.

There was a pistol beside him.

The next moment, a big foot wearing red boots stepped on the pistol.

With a creaking sound, the foot was like a roller, stomping the pistol into a twisted shape.

Then, the owner of a shop had never heard of it. It was full of magnetic but extremely cold voice.

"Robbery, causing minor effects, interrupting one hand as a punishment."

The big foot was gently raised and then stepped on it again, this time it was aimed at the robber's right hand.

With a click, the robber who was still in a coma just now woke up in pain.

"ah!!!"

A pig-killing scream came from his mouth, and the shop owner knew it was very painful when he heard it.

Under the light, the tall figure frowned slightly.

Through the lights that were not very bright, the store owner found that this was a man who was at least 1.9 meters tall.

He was wearing a sky blue battle robe and a big red cloak hung behind him.

This almost identical look to the comics made the store owner recognize it immediately.

"Superman?"

Upon hearing this, the tall figure turned his head and showed a face that was indescribable and so handsome that the shop owner was.

He nodded slightly to the shop owner, kicked him on the robber's head, and kicked him out again.

The screams from the other party also ended abruptly.

Looking at the two teeth flying out of the robber's mouth, the shop owner's mouth felt sore, and he was sure he had no money to fill his teeth.

Teeth fillings are very expensive!

The shop owner is definitely not the only one tonight to see Superman.

After kicking the robber out, "Superman" soared into the sky and continued to be a hero in Hell's Kitchen.

In the dark alley, two gangs of gangs are trading.

They handed over US dollars and drugs in the other hand, and their skillful appearance seemed to be not the first time they traded.

Superman rushed over and flew to the middle of the two gangs.

Both sides were startled by him and subconsciously picked up the gun and aimed at the other party.

On one side, people wanted to ask, while on the other side, people said coldly.

"Who are you?"

"Kill him!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

In an instant, gunfire sounded!

At least five or six guns roared, and the sound of gunpowder explosions came far away, but the residents of Hell's Kitchen were commonplace.

But modern firearms like pistols naturally have no effect on "Superman".

"ah!"

"Fake! Fake!"

At such a close distance, someone was injured by stray bullets and jumpers, covering the injured area and screaming.

Seeing that "Superman" looked unharmed, all these people stopped getting angry.

Looking at the "Superman" who was not even damaged in their clothes, they showed an expression of incredible and broken views.

"What kind of monster is this!"

"Superman?"

"This is not DC Comics!"

"Superman" glanced at them coldly.

"The drug dealing, attempted murder, and the crime is unforgivable!"

He stretched out his fist as big as a casserole and shot out ten tons of power!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

A second later, these gangsters were covered with paint, and "Superman" quickly flew away again.

Tonight's Hell Kitchen, this happened not only in the same time, but in more than ten.

All illegal acts in Hell's Kitchen were sanctioned throughout the evening from 7 o'clock to 3 o'clock in the morning.

No matter which gang it is, he is Jin Bing's subordinate or Hydra's subordinate, he is a criminal with superpowers or an ordinary person holding a knife.

As long as he dares to commit a crime, no matter whether he is a man or a woman, he will be cut off his hands and feet at a very least, and there will be everywhere at a serious level.

When asked the insider, the other party said it was superhuman!

Superman!

That night, the entire Hell's Kitchen and even New York were in chaos.

...

At the Fisk Building, the Jin soldier was holding a cigar in his mouth and looked at his subordinates who were reporting to him with a bad expression.

"You mean, last night our $30 million deal was mixed up, and all the arms were kneaded into a ball like plasticine?"

The subordinate handed over his cell phone tremblingly, and took photos of the scene.

Looking at the huge metal ball made of countless guns, gold was silent for several seconds.

The cigar-burning smoke enveloped his face, making a dull sound from the golden and huge muscle-filled body.

"So, is there another new superhero in Hell's Kitchen?"

"BOSS, yesterday, not only our business was destroyed, but the others were the same! The other party is really Superman!"

"Superman?"

Jin Bing frowned fiercely and looked at another photo provided by his subordinates.

The quality of this photo is very blurry, and it is obviously a real capture, not a so-called capture pose.

In the photo, a sky blue figure wearing a red cloak is clearly visible, maintaining a height of at least one floor above the ground.

Jin Bing put out the cigar in great discomfort, his eyes getting a little colder again.

"I don't care whether he is Superman or Batman, anyway, if he messes up my business and doesn't want to be my subordinate, then turn him into a dead person!"

He rang a ringtone, and soon, a target eye carved from his forehead appeared in Jin Bing's office.

"Bully Eye, go with him! The target is this guy!"

“No problem, boss.”

...

In addition to Jin Bing, several gang bosses issued orders tonight to ask their subordinates to lead people to kill the "Superman".

They all think that the so-called "Superman" is a superhero pretending to be Superman, just like Daredevil who pretends to be Batman.

In their thinking loop, no matter what it is, as long as it is a creature, it will definitely be killed by a gun!

Simple and pure gangster thoughts!

Then the next day, all the men sent by these people were destroyed.

The bull's eye was twisted and hung on a church tower. The others were washed for three hours without being washed clean from the walls and the ground.

In Hell's Kitchen, all the Irish Gangs and Russian Gangs were cleaned up.

This cleanliness is not literally meaningful.

At the same time, Mr. Wilson Fisk, the dark king of New York City, passively jumped down from the 25th floor, and couldn't even pick it out!
Chapter completed!