I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

Chapter 208 Mission
When they reacted, they had already appeared five meters away, and in front of them stood a big man wearing a blue tights and a red cape.

"Superman!"

The rescued person suddenly cried out in surprise.

"Superman, it's Superman."

"The one at the Metropolis?"

"Didn't you say it was a mutant?"

A whisper sounded from all directions. They were puzzled, but they were no longer panic because Superman was there.

"Hey, what Superman, fire and kill him!" Kirk yelled angrily.

Da da da, bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

Bullets and cannonballs all greeted Superman, but they didn't break the defense at all. After a burst of fire, Superman walked out of the fire intact. A symphony of firepower.

The gazes of Kirk and others turned from self-confidence, to disbelief, to panic, until now, they have been unable to say anything, but stiffly tilted their firepower on Superman, even though it was useless.

"Is it enough?" Superman walked up to him, and even though there was no dust, he patted his body habitually.

"Fuck, are you a mutant?!" Kirk stepped out of the van, pointed at Superman with his right hand, and asked in a tone of shock and anger.

"I'm not." Superman just said that without much explanation.

"Fuck you mutant!" Kirk's eyes were blood red, pointing at Superman's right hand that suddenly broke from his wrist, and his hand dropped downward, revealing the black muzzle of the gun.

"Boom." The bullet flew out of the rifling and flew into Superman's eyes.

Kirk laughed angrily. He once fought against a mutant mercenary on the continent in the middle of Asia and Europe. This arm was lost in that war. Later, he spent a lot of money to find someone to make it for himself. A mechanical arm, this arm is good, it is indeed a technology beyond this era, and it is worth the money, but it is still not as good as my original arm.

Since then, he has been thinking about finding that mutant for revenge, but he couldn't find it, so he turned this hatred to the mutant group.

He is one of the largest transporters of mutants, and he has killed countless innocent mutants. Now, he doesn't mind killing one more.

Thinking of this, he grinned.

The bullet flew out, hit Superman's retina, made a clanging sound, and then fell powerlessly downward.

And Superman didn't bat an eye.

Kirk's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Superman shrugged. "Now, can you get away with nothing?"

"Draft it!" Kirk rushed forward and punched Superman, but in an instant, a moment that no one noticed, he changed into a posture with his hands behind his back and handcuffs.

All the brothers in Cork, all of them.

For a moment, they were powerless to fight back!
What kind of monster is this?Except for Kirk who was thinking, everyone who was present and witnessing was thinking.

"This is much better." Superman walked to Nelson and took out what they traded from Nelson. It was a sophisticated mechanical part, which seemed to be a device on an instrument.

Superman didn't know the situation, so he turned around and contacted James, the chief executive here.

"Yesterday afternoon, the Stars Laboratory in San Francisco reported that a part of a certain instrument was missing. Let us help to find it. We followed the traces and uncovered the remnants of Dodo. The fighting was fierce. They did not surrender and all died in battle. We also Just took a clue from the notes that things were put here ahead of time and buyers were coming soon.

We didn't take it seriously either. We didn't expect their firepower to be so fierce. If it weren't for us, we would have suffered heavy casualties this time. "James kept thanking Superman.

Superman just smiled and waved to the people who greeted him in response "It's okay now."

"That's impossible!" Kirk suddenly yelled, "Warwick is still alive! He's here! We traded with him just now!"

"Why are you crazy?" James slapped Kirk angrily.

Kirk didn't care about this, he just looked at Superman with red eyes, and now he just wanted to drag Warwick, that son of a bitch who cheated them!
"Warwick, we traded with Warwick just now, he is here, don't let him get away!"

Superman looked at James, but James laughed loudly, "Don't think that you can escape by fooling your attention like this. I killed him with a headshot. How could he appear here?"

"He's dead?" Not to mention Kirk, everyone who had been in contact with the transaction just now was stunned. "This is impossible, he is still alive, and we have recordings here!"

James was surprised, and asked Superman to help watch, and asked people to search for the recording equipment that Kirk said, and played the recording, but there was a lot of noise, and there was no effective recording at all...

"It's impossible! When did he die?" Nelson exclaimed at this moment.

"It was two o'clock in the afternoon yesterday, what happened?"

"At nine o'clock last night, Warwick contacted me, saying that there was a deal to be made..." Nelson said dully.

Superman frowned and looked at James, but James shook his head, "His body is still in the morgue, and the coroner can re-examine it, unless it was not him who died, but a substitute, or the active person was his substitute .” James said tactfully, “It’s not like this has never happened before.”

"Is that so?" Superman mused.

"We're done here, Superman, thank you."

"Then I won't bother, goodbye." Superman waved his hand and flew away in a blink of an eye.

In the same place, Nelson's face was pale. He and Warwick are very familiar. They are the kind of familiarity of "fellow people". Do.

That person, definitely Warwick!

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at the same time.

Warwick had taken another form after Nelson's gaze, and by now, she had switched dozens of forms.

Mystique walked to the side of the road and picked up the pay phone.

"My mission is accomplished, tell me his whereabouts."

On the other side of the phone, there was an evil hoarse voice, "Of course I will fulfill my promise, the address has been sent to that email address, you can confirm it."

Mystique took out her mobile phone, checked the files in the mailbox, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I don't suggest you go rescue him now."

"why?"

"The reason is explained in the second file. You can take a look. Also, to remind you, the big man flying in the sky is spying on you—dududu."

The phone was hung up, and Mystique didn't like the attitude that the dominance was in the hands of others, but the form was better than people, and she could only adapt.

After walking out of the phone booth, she tightened her windbreaker, turned and walked towards other blocks.

on the other side.

Mister Evil leisurely hung up the phone and took a sip of red wine.

They've got what they want.

(End of this chapter)