A certain beautiful demon leader

"A certain beautiful man's demon cult leader"

Bitingly cold late at night.

Brooklyn is quiet and peaceful.

Even the most vicious criminals are not willing to go out and look for targets in this damn winter.

The moonlight fell down.

Lighting up the dark and eerie streets.

From time to time, a dog barks from the alley, causing passers-by to tighten their cotton-padded clothes and hurry past.

Just when everything is quiet.

"Boom rumble..."

Suddenly a loud thunder exploded in the sky.

Deafening.

The thunder woke up most of the people in Brooklyn.

Look up to the sky.

All I could see was the originally cloudless sky.

In an instant, red clouds covered the sky and lightning flashed.

Someone saw it at the same time.

A pair of big hands reached out from the thick clouds and pulled hard, and the sky was torn apart like a curtain.

The big hands are shaped like ghost claws.

Bright red.

Exuding an extremely evil aura!

Suddenly.

A copper coffin burning with blazing fire fell from the sky.

Is this Satan coming to earth?

Or does God want to punish humans?

Some clergymen clasped their hands and chanted something.

There was an old man shivering with fear in his eyes.

A girl clamped her legs and was covered in sweat.

There are children crying loudly...

"boom......."

Suddenly the earth trembled slightly, and a fire shot into the sky in the distance. It was the only forest park in the city.

"Diwu Diwu Diwu..."

In an instant, police cars roared past on the street, and not long after, the first gunshot was heard in the distance.

This broke the winter tranquility.

10 minutes ago.

An ancient bronze coffin that fell in Forest Park.

A hole was opened, and a man in a tattered gown climbed out.

He looked around blankly.

This is where?

where am I?

who am I?

The confused memory gave him a splitting headache.

He unconsciously clapped his palm, and suddenly there was a burst of dragon roars, and a big tree not far away was broken in half.

His eyes widened.

He looked down at his palm with a puzzled look on his face.

What power is this?

Why so familiar?

By the way, this is the Dragon Subduing Palm!

Why do I know it's called Dragon Subduing Palm? !

Who am I?

"Crack..."

Not far away, someone broke a branch, and a black man in police uniform came over holding a flashlight.

When the black man saw the Asian young man in a rag shirt, he immediately raised his pistol with a vigilant look and shouted: "Sir, raise your hands immediately, I am New York Police Detective Smith, don't make any dangerous moves, otherwise I will kill him." You kill him!"

"How outrageous! A little Kunlun slave dares to be disrespectful to me. He shall be punished for his crime!" The Asian was immediately furious. He took a step forward and pressed his right hand on the black man's head. With a focused look in his eyes, he activated the Nine Yin Manual. The soul-moving method.

He needs to know where he is.

The soul-moving method can disintegrate a person's will and get the information he wants.

But the side effects of this kind of martial arts are very serious.

That is, people whose minds are read will become idiots.

Soon.

The Asian took back his hand in surprise.

The black man immediately knelt on the ground and foamed at the mouth.

"New York? America?" the Asian muttered.

A distant memory suddenly emerged from my mind. This memory disappeared and appeared very unstable.

The Asian was very anxious and roared in the sky.

"what....."

"Boom..."

Immediately, golden dragons surged out from his body, exploding centuries-old trees in their path, and deep ravines were plowed out of the ground.

What kind of kung fu is this?

It's just terrifying!

At this time, a white man came into the Asian's sight.

The Asian suddenly disappeared in a flash.

Detective Scorpion Slave came to Kunlun Slave's side and saw Smith kneeling on the ground, his expression suddenly changed.

He looked around cautiously.

In addition to the mess all over the place, the broken trees also had paw prints that looked like wild beasts.

This kind of paw print has never been seen before.

Detective Scorpion took a few cautious steps back.

At this moment, a disheveled figure flashed away in the distance, and Scorpion Slave immediately pulled the trigger.

"Peng..."

After a burst of smoke, the target was not hit.

"Who is hiding there?" Scorpion Slave's voice was trembling.

"Hey Hey....."

A sneer from the underworld sounded in Scorpion Slave's ears.

The scorpion slave immediately turned around.

He pulled the trigger repeatedly against a figure.

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly there was fire.

The scorpion slave was already covered in cold sweat. He wiped his forehead and wanted to check the situation.

But at this moment, a cold light flashed.

Puff.

Detective Scorpion Slave suddenly felt like the world was spinning.

He saw a disheveled Asian man standing in front of a headless corpse.

He was filled with doubts.

Why does that headless corpse look so much like me?

By the way, isn’t that red tie on your arm the one your wife tied on yourself before going out?

Turns out it was really me!

Detective Scorpion suddenly realized.

Then endless darkness enveloped him.

The Asian man wiped the blood on his hands on the coat of the Scorpion Slave Police Officer, then turned and walked towards the ancient bronze coffin.

Although he still can't remember who he is.

But he knew that the ancient bronze coffin was very important to him and he must not lose it here, otherwise it would be difficult to find it again.

This is America.

A familiar country.

Scorpion slaves are called white people here.

Kunlun slave is black!

At the same time, Asians saw several incredible fragments in Smith's memory fragments.

It was a fashion magazine.

The magazine cover features a man with a mustache.

The mustache's name is Tony Stark!

iron Man?

Why do these three words appear in my mind?

Does it have any special meaning?

The Asian young man frowned.

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand to grab the copper coffin, which weighed a thousand kilograms, and pulled it out of the pit with one arm.

Suddenly.

The ancient bronze coffin emitted a faint light and disappeared, turning into a ring and falling at the feet of the Asian young man.

The Asian young man looked calm.

It was as if he had known for a long time that the ancient bronze coffin would turn into a ring.

He picked up the ring and put it on his hand, pointed in one direction, and left quickly before more police detectives arrived in the distance.

He is hungry.

He needs additional food.

At the same time, he needs to change into suitable clothes.

Soon.

He came to the silent streets of Brooklyn.

Glancing at the closed store doors on both sides of the street, the Asian young man spotted a men's clothing store and smacked it with his palm. Suddenly, there was a burst of dragon roars, and he saw a dragon-shaped force tearing open the iron door with its claws and fangs. And without losing any energy, he blasted a large hole in the stone wall behind the gate.

Smile.

Asian young people stepped into it.

His eyes were like fire.

The dark environment could not block his sight at all, so he chose a leather jacket and leather pants and wore them.

And threw the tattered clothes aside.

"Diwu Diwu Diwu..."

The sound of police sirens sounded outside, and the young man walked out of the men's clothing store with an indifferent expression.

Already surrounded by police cars from all directions.

There were helicopter searchlights flashing in the distance.

At this time, a leading scorpion slave sergeant came out.

He shouted with a loudspeaker: "Suspect, I am the Sheriff of Brooklyn, George Stacey. Your suspected murder of two New York police officers has seriously violated federal criminal law. Now we want to arrest you." Please don't try to resist, raise your hands behind your head immediately, otherwise I can't guarantee that you can leave here alive!"

The Asian young man tilted his head and thought for a while.

How many slaves did you just kill?

By the way, a Scorpion slave and a Kunlun slave.

Kunlun slave was already stupid.

It would be a waste of food to linger on. Before leaving, he casually sent out a blast of Qi to kill him.

Xie Mei smiled.

"What if I say no?" the Asian young man asked.

"Shoot, kill the criminal!" George Stacey ordered immediately and hid in the bulletproof car.

Through the body-worn video of the white police detective, George knew that the Asian in front of him had strange superpowers.

As the Sheriff of Brooklyn, he must ensure his own safety at all times in order to catch criminals.

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly the streets were filled with gunshots.

The police officers who arrived later also tried their best to kill the Asian young man.

It was this seemingly harmless Asian who had just brutally killed two police officers.

They must avenge their colleagues who died in the line of duty.

But they are too slow.

Shot by more than a dozen pistols, the Asian young man strolled up behind a police officer.

"Pfft..."

Dou Da's head soared into the sky.

"hold head high......"

A dragon roar followed, instantly overturning the police car weighing several tons and pinning the two police officers under the car.

The screams came one after another.

Blood gathered on the ground.

George Stacy was trembling.

Where did this devil come from?

Is he an apostle of Satan?

Why is he so fast and yet invulnerable? His hand holding the gun is covered in cold sweat at this moment.

Just a moment.

The only person left alive at the scene was Sheriff George.

He was short of breath.

Suddenly.

A pair of eyes as dark as an abyss stared at him.

A breath of death rushed over.

George's heart skipped a beat.

Is this going to die?

He thought of his wife Jennifer and his children, smiled bitterly, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger of the gun, closing his eyes in despair and waiting for death.

"Da da da da..."

at this time.

The armed helicopter finally arrived on the battlefield.

Two machine guns were aimed at the Asian youth, the magazines spinning wildly and spitting out fierce tongues of fire.

The Asian young man's footsteps paused.

The machine gun made him feel a hint of threat, and he took a deep look at the pale face of Scorpion Slave George Stacey.

Turn away.

He was as fast as lightning, flashing left and right, and quickly disappeared into the night, making it impossible for anyone to catch him.

"call......"

George Stacey, who was covered in cold sweat, opened his eyes and saw the Asian young man leaving, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost died just now.

That look made him feel like death was right in front of him.

"Call the Sheriff, call the Sheriff..."

"Damn it, just say it!"

"The suspect has lost his trace and is suspected of entering Manhattan. Should we continue the pursuit? Should we continue the pursuit?"

"Stop the pursuit. We are not completely sure and cannot lead the war to Manhattan. Do you want to be thrown into jail by Mr. Mayor to pick up soap? This is a special economic zone!"

"Got it, Sheriff!"

"beep......."

The sound from the walkie-talkie turned into a signal wave, and George, who survived the disaster, slammed the steering wheel.

He knew he was in big trouble!

Where have the Asian youth gone?

Instead of entering Manhattan, he arrived outside a hotel and woke up the drunk owner at the front desk.

"Damn it, what time is it!"

"Open house!"

"Okay, okay, sir, the room price is halved in the early morning. It's twenty dollars a night. Breakfast is not included. The key is hung on the wall outside. Just leave the money on the counter." The shopkeeper, who smelled of alcohol, reluctantly He opened his eyelids and glanced at the Asian young man. He muttered and pointed at the wall with the keys hanging on it.

The young man silently dug into his pockets.

There were a few scattered banknotes inside, which totaled exactly twenty dollars. This was the change I had taken from a convenience store I passed by before.

He also carried a bag of bread and beef in his hand.

He urgently needed to replenish his strength.

I picked up a key.

The young man went upstairs and found the room marked with the key, and took a look at the relatively clean environment inside.

Satisfied nodded.

The door closed with a bang.

He took out the food from the bag and ate the beef quietly. He ate slowly and slowly.

Every movement seems to be timed.

Not a second more, not a second less.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed.

He saw a green card on the coffee table.

He beckoned.

An invisible force caused the card to fly up and fall into the young man's hands. He looked down.

"Chinese name, Ye Han."

"English name, Caesar? Alexander!"

This is a green card, and the man on it is also an Asian, and also a Chinese.

It's just that the Chinese on the certificate has a long and narrow face and a pair of triangular eyes, which gives people a sinister look.

With his looks, you still have the nerve to be named Caesar?

I don't read much, don't lie to me!

The young man frowned in thought.

Do you need an identity?

He wiped it casually.

Something magic happened.

The face on the certificate changed to look like him.I saw this man with regular features, a high nose, sharp wolf-like eyes, and a sneer on his lips that were neither thin nor thick.

From now on, my name is Ye Han!