Black-robed Superman

Chapter 61 Justice Execution!

After bidding farewell to Dr. Genos, Jupiter began to look for the location of the zombie man...

Inside a dark warehouse.

A man in a windbreaker is hiding in the dark and watching everything secretly.

"Are there thirty enemies?"

After determining the number of enemies, the man took out two axes from under his windbreaker.

"Hey! You'd better get caught!"

Just like that, the man walked towards the group of thugs who were busy unloading their goods.

"what?"

"Who are you? Don't meddle in your own business!"

When the man in the windbreaker appeared in front of everyone, a gangster boy who couldn't see past, with a bit of displeasure flashing across his face, walked up to the man in the windbreaker.

"Please stop your delivery of prohibited items, otherwise I will intervene by force against you to stop their illegal behavior."

Facing the threat from the underworld younger brother, the man in the windbreaker spoke coldly with an incomparably calm expression.

"Do you guys know where this is?"

The underworld boy took out a pistol from his trouser pocket, put it on the man in the trench coat, and shouted loudly.

"It seems that there is no way to talk, if that's the case..."

The man in the windbreaker felt a little helpless. If he could, he didn't want to take the step of military intervention against human beings.

"bump!"

Just as the man in the windbreaker was about to strike, the roar of a bullet being fired from the barrel of the gun reached everyone's ears.

Accompanied by a string of bright red, the bullet directly shot through the man in the windbreaker's head.

"Forehead……"

For a moment, countless gangsters were dumbfounded. They didn't expect that someone would shoot directly, and it was a headshot.

"You guys are too slow, what's the point of talking nonsense with a guy like that?"

"Just one shot to kill."

Just when everyone was stunned, a man in a black suit with a cigar in his mouth came out of the room and yelled loudly at the gangsters.

"Big, big brother!"

All the underworld boys looked at the man who fired the gun, stood up straight, and bowed respectfully.

"Stop talking nonsense, and quickly dispose of this guy's body."

The underworld brother spoke coldly.

"As ordered!"

A group of gangster boys continued to bow and preach to the gangster brother.

"Really, it's too awkward."

Brother Mafia cursed and turned around.

"what!!!"

The moment the gangster turned around, there was a scream from behind him.

"Tsk~"

The underworld brother, who was already a little impatient, suddenly became angry when he heard the screams behind him, and turned around in displeasure.

"You bastards, what's your name?"

"Calm down for me, uh..."

The underworld brother who was in a bad mood turned around, looked at everything in front of him, and widened his eyes. He couldn't believe everything in front of him.

I saw the man who was shot in the head by him at the moment, standing on the spot without any injuries, while several of his subordinates were lying on the ground with their arms and legs cut off.

"Hey! That hit from you just now hurt me so much!"

The man in the windbreaker wiped the blood from his body, and showed a creepy smile towards the gangster brother.

"Damn monster!"

Beads of sweat dripped from the forehead of the gangster brother, and his hands were not slow.

"Clap clap clap..."

Facing the man in the windbreaker, he pulled the trigger continuously, and bullets shot through the man in the windbreaker.

"Ha ha……"

However, these bullets are useless to the man in the windbreaker.

The man in the windbreaker resisted the attack of the underworld boss, and walked towards the underworld boss step by step.

"Asshole! Come on, help me!"

Seeing that he was invincible, the underworld brother immediately greeted him loudly.

"Here we come, big brother!"

Following the call of the underworld boss, gangsters in black with sticks, knives and guns swarmed out of the room and surrounded the undead men in windbreakers.

"Hahaha……"

After the younger brothers walked out together, the underworld brother slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are alone, even if you are immortal? How can you fight with more than 20 of us?"

Brother Mafia wiped the sweat from his forehead, and once again started to plan.

"Are there more than 20 people?"

Hearing this, the man in the trench coat didn't change his expression. He held an ax in one hand and a sword in the other, and just confronted everyone like this.

"Hey hey hey..."

"I advise you to give up! I am a former B-level hero! You can't beat me as a quasi-A-level criminal now."

Among the underworld boys, one of them was holding a flying knife, sticking out his tongue to lick it back and forth on the flying knife in his hand from time to time, the man with a serious vibe said with a lewd smile.

"Yes, yes!"

The rest of the people followed what the man said.

"Quasi-class A criminal?"

After hearing what everyone said, the man in the windbreaker's expression darkened, as if he was a little displeased.

"Hey hey hey~"

"That's right! Now you know the gap in our strength, right?"

The man who claimed to be a quasi-A-level criminal was licking the throwing knife in his hand while laughing.

"gap?"

The man in the windbreaker didn't change his face, he muttered in his mouth, fighting with a group of underworld boys.

In an instant, the man in the windbreaker had several stab wounds on his body, but the man in the windbreaker didn't care at all, he traded wounds for wounds like a madman.

"Neuropathy."

The underworld brother looked a little scared at the man in the windbreaker who kept waving the blade, and cursed in a low voice.

It has to be said that the windbreaker man's fighting method of ignoring injuries is really powerful, and soon someone fell into his hands.

I saw the man in the windbreaker cut off a person's leg and foot with a knife.

"Forehead……"

Seeing the miserable appearance of the man who had lost his legs and feet, everyone suddenly became a little apprehensive and stopped their movements, for fear that they would lose the people here all at once. A salary of one block is not worth working hard for.

"Who else?"

The man in the windbreaker returned to normal again, preaching coldly.

Everyone looked at the man in the windbreaker who was not afraid of life and death, no matter what kind of injury he received, he would immediately return to his original state, and felt terrified, frightened for a while, and no one dared to go up for a while.

"Shh!"

Just when everyone was afraid, several throwing knives cut through the air and landed on the man in the windbreaker.

"puff!"

The man in the windbreaker exploded instantly and fell to the ground.

"Look at your ugly looks, the other party is nothing but useless trash other than being unkillable."

The person who threw the throwing knife was a self-proclaimed quasi-A-level criminal.

"Second kill!"

A group of underworld boys looked at the man who looked like a god of war and was beheaded like this. They all grew their mouths and their eyes were full of disbelief.

"So, there is an essential gap between me, a quasi-level A criminal, and you."

The quasi-A-level criminal with a throwing knife in his hand grinned grinningly.

"It really hurts me to death?"

At the moment when the quasi-level A criminal grinned, the man who was lying on the ground stood up from the ground again.

"You guy..."

The quasi-A-level criminal looked at the man in the windbreaker who stood up from the ground again, his pupils trembled, and he seemed to think of something.

"Could you be an S-class hero zombie from the Hero Association?"

The quasi-A-level criminal always thought that the man in the windbreaker was just a miscellaneous fish hero with such a good regenerative ability, but when the man in the windbreaker in front of him died again and again and was reborn, no matter what kind of damage he received, it could completely violate the law of regeneration After repeated resurrections, the quasi-A-level criminal finally recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

"Finally recognized me? Sorry, it's a bit late."

The zombie man said, waving the ax and sword in his hand, and walked towards the quasi-A-level criminal.

"what!!!"

The next second of miserable screams kept coming to mind in this warehouse.

In four hours, the zombie man subdued everyone here.

"call……"

The zombie man let out a sigh of relief, today is also a day of justice.

"Crack~"

Just when the zombie man was about to destroy the contraband, a flashing light attracted the attention of the zombie man.

"Ok?"

The zombie man turned around and looked at the man in white who appeared behind him at some unknown time, showing a puzzled expression.

"Ah yes, that's it, you better be smiling."

"S-class hero zombie man, murdered superheroes, and secretly smuggled contraband evidence has been obtained."

After the man in white captured the evidence with a camera, he gently placed it on the ground.

"Wait, no, I..."

"you misunderstood!"

After hearing what the man in white said, the zombie man kept explaining.

"Snapped!"

Before the zombie man could finish speaking, the man in white came to the zombie man in an instant, and locked the zombie man's throat with one hand.

"There is no misunderstanding..."

"Now that the evidence is conclusive, as a superhero, I can only 'execute justice', and the evil monster zombie man will die~"

The man in white lifted the zombie man from the ground.

"Tell me, are you really not going to die?"

The man in white asked, and the throat that locked the zombie man continued to exert force.

In the next second, the watermelon burst!The white and red fruit flesh shattered all over the place.

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(End of this chapter)