[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

"Good morning, Los Angeles. The weather is still not bad today, 59 degrees Fahrenheit. It is recommended to wear jackets, windbreakers and other warm casual clothes when going out. If it is convenient, remember to bring more drinking water. You will need this."

At 04:30 in the morning, the sky was not yet fully bright, and the sweet voice of the announcer lady came from the huge fully enclosed delivery truck.

After 42 hours of long-distance transportation, this truck loaded with a huge number of priceless jewelry finally drove into California.This is the biggest order the twin brothers have received so far in this line of work. After the completion of the job, the remuneration is enough for them to eat, drink and play without doing anything for several years.

However, the closer the destination was, the more worried the twin brothers sitting in the co-pilot became.

It seems that whether in the eyes of people who are familiar with or not familiar with Los Angeles, the second most prosperous city after New York has begun to be associated with "criminals". It has become synonymous with the "city with the highest crime rate" in the country.

And it turns out that their concerns were not wrong.

At the first corner after the truck successfully drove off the national highway, a group of robbers stood there.

They carry guys, the kind of heavy machine guns that blow people's heads into pieces, and wear jackets in cold weather, revealing large tattoos inside, and they can tell that they are veterans in this industry.

Sitting in the driver's seat, the twin brother who was facing the black hole outside the glass window said: "It's okay, we have Stark's metal warehouse, they will definitely not be able to break through it."

Twin brother: "I remember the boss said that because there is not enough budget, only the warehouse is made of Stark Metal, and the front and engine are from Hammer Technology?" He said, looking at the people who had already started shooting at them The robbers swallowed, "How long do you think we can last?"

Twin brother: "... Ten, 10 minutes?"

Five minutes later, the front of the truck was smashed and completely paralyzed. The twin drivers, whose noses and faces were swollen from the beating, were dragged out of the truck, squatting on the side of the trail with their hands around their necks, surrounded by groups.

The vicious robbers pointed their pistols at his head and asked them for the password of the warehouse. The twin drivers looked at each other with terrified expressions in their eyes.

They really don't know the code to that warehouse.

Just when the robbers lost their patience and were about to pull the safety catch, a man's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Hey, brother."

The robber was startled, and immediately turned around holding the gun: "Who?!"

There was no one behind.

"Did you see a heavy truck that is more than ten meters long and two or three meters high passing by?"

The robbers pulled the trigger: "Who cares about your heavy truck, don't hide and get out if you have the ability, asshole!"

The voice was silent for a while, and then a tall man suddenly landed in front of them, and the excessive landing force trampled the concrete road into a pit.He took off his goggles and looked at the six robbers: "What did you just call me?"

The robbers froze for a moment when they saw that face, and then all showed expressions of seeing a ghost.Because the owner of that face happened to be the best friend of the Los Angeles criminals, the most notorious superpower——

"Han, Hancock..."

The man stretched out his fingers and shook: "No, no, not this one, that one just now, what is it, ass—what?"

The robber swallowed, and someone subconsciously repeated: "Asshole..."

The man snapped his fingers: "Yes, this is it."

He approached the robber step by step: "Do you know what I hate most when people call me?"

The leading robber looked at the gradually shortening distance between the two sides, and finally raised his machine gun collapsed: "Don't come over! If you come over again, I'll—" At this point, he seemed to realize that these things can't cause any harm to this person, so he Point the gun at the driver twins, "I'll shoot them into a sieve!"

This sentence made Hancock stop successfully.

Seems to have found a way to handle this person, the robber showed a ferocious smile, and he pointed to the warehouse not far away: "Go and tear up that warehouse, and then move out all the jewelry in it, or you will wait Watch the two of them set off fireworks with their heads in front of you!"

Hancock glanced at them, and after a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand and broke off a roadside tree branch. Then, under the watchful eyes of the robbers, he gently stroked the branch on the concrete floor, and a line was drawn there instantly. The road splits into two sections.

Hancock casually pointed to the left of the dividing line with a tree branch: "Here is the boundary line of Anaheim, and here—"

He pointed to the other side of the dividing line with the branch, the place where the robbers were standing: "It's Los Angeles."

After speaking, he looked at the leader of the robbers: "Do you know what this means?"

The leader of the robbers raised his gun and said frantically and arrogantly: "I don't care what it means, I only know that if you don't act, they will lose their heads!"

"this means--"

Before the words were finished, a gust of air that was too fast to be seen struck suddenly, and the six robbers were instantly sent flying into the sky.

"—I can beat your ass to bloom."

After doing this, he walked to the front of the truck. The front of the truck was smashed to pieces, and the whole truck was completely paralyzed except for the cargo compartment which was intact.Hancock reached out and knocked on the metal above the warehouse, and the long sound made the man look surprised.

He turned to the twin drivers: "Is this carriage yours?"

The twin drivers who hadn't recovered from the joy of surviving the catastrophe nodded in a daze: "Yes."

Hancock rubbed his chin: "This size is just converted into a bedroom. Give it to me in exchange." He pointed to the robber's car, "The things in it belong to you, and they should be counted as my spoils of war. "

The twin brothers were a little confused: "This is no problem, but there is a large box of jewelry in it, and we can't make a decision about that..."

Hancock said indifferently: "No one cares about that, just take them out."

After speaking, he lifted the hood of the robber's car, which was not considered a small car, and then effortlessly reached out and tore open the rear compartment of the cargo compartment, inside which were neatly stacked safes.He casually grabbed the first one in front of the warehouse, lifted it into the air and began to dump it.

The safe and scattered jewelry began to pour into the robber's car from the huge crack he tore open like running water. Fortunately, the robber made the backup compartment large enough for the convenience of the crime, as long as the twins carefully coded it afterwards These seem to be more than enough to fit them all.

However, just as the warehouse was about to be dumped clean, something that had nothing to do with the safe fell from the bottom of the warehouse.

It was a young black-haired man covered in blood.

Hancock's pupils shrank.

Before he had time to think, he threw the warehouse to the side, quickly bent down to catch the man, and behind him was a diamond-carved cross, the sharpest part just touching the back of the black-haired man's waist. Location.

It only takes him a few centimeters to sink and it will pierce his heart.

Hancock stood in a mess of safes, caught the man in this awkward posture, and couldn't help frowning when he saw the fine wounds all over his body and the blood was still oozing out.

Dazzle's current situation really doesn't look good.

He fell into a deep sleep with a severe overdraft of his abilities. The damage to his internal organs and bones was unknown. During the long delivery process, he was hit by a sharp-edged safe and scattered sculptures all over his body. It was very painful.

Hancock was stunned for a moment, and after noticing the man's getting colder and colder, he had no choice but to grab the man's knees and wrists and hug him horizontally.

He jumped back to the ground and looked at the two twin drivers who obviously didn't know why a young man appeared out of nowhere in a box of jewelry: "Is there a hospital near here?"

The twin brothers froze for a moment, and said, "The only hospital in this area is in Vernon, Vernon Private Hospital, but it's quite a few dozen miles away from here—"

Before he finished speaking, a boom sounded in his ears, and a big hole was stepped on the ground again, and Hancock was nowhere to be seen.

The twin brothers looked at the Stark metal warehouse that had been left on the side of the road.

"Hey - Hancock - your bedroom!"

On this day, the Southern California Branch of Vernon Private Hospital welcomed a special patient, or a family member of a special patient.

He fell from the sky with the wounded in his arms, trampled down the entire flower bed at the entrance of the hospital due to improper landing, then rushed into the hospital in a hurry, squeezed into the ward, and said to the doctor in a tone that he has rarely experienced several times in his life: "He's injured and needs help."

The middle-aged female doctor looked at the patient in Hancock's arms and pushed her glasses.

"As much as I would like to help him, sir—"

"I know that you are concerned about medical expenses. I will find a way to do this. You have to-"

"We are the obstetrics department here."

Hancock: "Oh."

Hancock: "What department should I take him to?"

The middle-aged female doctor kindly pointed out the way for Superman who hadn't been in the hospital for an unknown amount of time: "Why don't you ask the nurse?"

So the beautiful and weak nurse at the front desk tremblingly led the tall man who looked like he was about to rob the hospital through a complete set of correct procedures.

Of course, there is no charge.

Fortunately, about how many years ago, Hancock was lucky enough to prevent a terrorist attack in which a desperate prisoner escaped into the hospital and tried to detonate a bomb to kill everyone. The hospital was the headquarters of Vernon Private Hospital, so he won Free for the first time in my life.

And even if the hospital had to charge Hancock, he would just say with a dull face: "It will be recorded on my government arrears list."

Think about the countless zeros on that list. This Superman is estimated to have worked for the government for hundreds of years.

In the intensive care unit, after checking all the physical data, the doctor wearing a mask sternly said a bunch of medical terms that were too long for people to understand but were obviously serious. Hancock could only vaguely understand something similar to ribs. Words such as fractures, minor internal ruptures, severe blood loss, and the last sentence of the doctor's summary after finishing this long list.

"The operation must be performed immediately, and the patient's family members please sign this."

Looking at the blank paper handed in front of him, Hancock frowned and said, "I'm not his family member."

The doctor said helplessly: "Without a signature, the operation cannot be performed as usual."

The man clicked his tongue, then picked up a pen and wrote his name on it.

John Hancock.