I'm really not a superman in Marvel

Inside a newspaper office.

A middle-aged reporter wearing a rustic beret and old-fashioned glasses on his nose was sorting out the materials on the desktop.

These materials are all cases and news about "a demon in Hell's Kitchen".

All along, he has been tirelessly pursuing that legend.

"Drip drip."

The phone on the table rang, and he picked it up casually.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

"Urik, there is something I think you will be interested in."

Urik put the information on the table aside, covered the phone and asked in a low voice:
"What? Don't play tricks on me again."

"You'll know when you come here." The person on the other side of the phone didn't say much.

After hesitating for a second, Urik agreed.

……

"Hey, brother!"

Ulrich patted a dollar bill on a fat man who was working, and then said:

"Better be a good one, Kobe."

Kobe turned his fat face away, and blew a bubble while chewing on the candy.

He took the money and swore to promise:
"You know my Urik, I always show you good things!"

With that said, he stood up and led Urik into a room.

Kobe put on white gloves, and then said to Urik with some seriousness:

"Are you ready to see something really, really cool?"

Urik urged impatiently:

"Hurry up!"

"ok!"

Kobe agreed and lifted a white cloth in front of him.

A special stick or cane.

It is very short, the stick body is black and red, the ends are silvery white, and there are two small "wings" on one side.

These two small wings are densely covered with jagged teeth, and they look like very sharp blades.

But Urik shook his head and stretched out his hand to Kobe just after taking a look, and said disappointedly:
"Give me back the money!"

Kobe defended with innocence:
"Come on, man, I'm throwing gold at you! Isn't this a fun thing?"

Still unmoved, Urik said:
"I've seen this thing, don't try to lie to me!"

Kobe continued reluctantly:

"Well, then you must have never seen this!"

He picked up the stick, put away the sharp objects on both sides, and then turned one end of the stick slightly.

The stick was extended immediately, and it was about to poke Urik in front of him.

Seeing that Urik finally got a little interested, Kobe said, "You said to draw my attention to strange things, right?"

Urik carefully looked at the deformed stick, and gradually fell into deep thought.

"This thing is really weird, isn't it?"

Kobe smiled and said, it looks like he got the money today.

Unexpectedly, Urik caressed the stick deeply, and said to himself:
"You don't even know what this thing represents..."

At this moment, the excitement in his heart is beyond words.

Because after searching for so long, he finally found the guy...

……

Inside Jin Bin's office.

"So, you just watched him take people away?"

Jin Bing was smoking a cigar, and his cold eyes swept across the dejected subordinates in front of him.

None of them, who failed to act and even watched Bullseye being taken away, dared to speak at this time.

Everyone who knows Jin Bing's cruelty is afraid of being caught as a scapegoat.

"Wesley, you know what? "

Jin Bin suddenly spoke to Wesley on the side and said:

"In ancient times, subordinates who failed in their actions would commit suicide because they had no face to meet their boss."

He puffed on the cigar so hard that the head turned red.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab a subordinate in front of him with a ferocious expression.

"Then why don't you die?"

The subordinate struggled in horror, his hands and feet kept beating on Jin Bing's thick arms.

But the difference in size made his punching and kicking as weak as a three-year-old child hitting an adult, which is ridiculous.

Jin Bin pinched him and held him up in the air, watching his subordinates lose their vitality little by little.

Then Jin Bin threw his subordinates aside like trash, and waved his cane at the next subordinate.

These subordinates did not dare to resist, nor did they dare to run away, so they could only be tortured to death one by one by Jin Bing with desperation on their faces.

Three minutes later, Jin put down the corpse of the last subordinate with a relaxed expression.

"Wesley, handkerchief."

Jin Bin held the blood-stained cane and said to Wesley, who looked to the side without squinting, as if he hadn't seen anything.

Wesley immediately handed over a handkerchief and continued to keep quiet.

Jin Bin took the handkerchief, and began to wipe the stick that meant a lot to him with tenderness in his eyes.

"We're in trouble, Wesley."

After a while, Jin Bing spoke coldly.

Hearing this, Wesley's eyelids twitched, and then he said:
"I believe that troubles can be solved."

Jin Bin glanced at him with an ugly smile on his lips.

"What do you think he has planned?"

Wesley said without much thought:

"The kindness of helping others, the ridiculous justice, the aversion to evil... Aren't all superheroes like this?"

Hearing Wesley's remarks, Jin burst out laughing, looked at Wesley with a little surprise and said:

"I didn't expect you to know so much about superheroes. You like these stories?"

Wesley smiled awkwardly, and reluctantly replied:

"I loved watching it when I was little."

"Yeah, who didn't know about Superman when I was young?...Don't you watch it now?..."

Jin Bin said to himself with emotion, and then became serious again:

"If he's really Superman, there's a lot we can do with him; but if he's not..."

His voice lowered a little.

"Right now, he's just superhuman in ability."

Wesley continued with an ugly face.

"Yeah, he's as powerful as a god."

Jin Bin's tone was faint.

"Superman is not a god. Even if he is a god, he will perish because he is abandoned by believers."

Wesley retorted feebly.

"Yes, of course Superman is not a god, he's just a superhero, and superheroes have their weaknesses."

Jin Bing re-lighted a cigar and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Looking at the city outside the window, the aura and city palace belonging to the underworld emperor returned to Jin Bing.

His dispassionate voice continued:

"We don't have the ability to kill this superhero."

In the face of absolute power, these little mice in the dark can only flee and avoid, and they have no way to confront them head-on.

Jin Bin and Wesley knew this well, so Jin Bin decided to change the way.

"But we can destroy this superhero."

He looked at the great city under his feet with deep eyes and a cold tone.

"I will let him know that I am the master here!"

For a moment, Jin Bing's face was full of arrogance and confidence.

"but……"

After a long time, Kim changed his tone of uncertainty.

"The premise is that he is the kind of superhero we imagine, like Superman."