[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

The pig-head knife gang thugs who were carrying smuggled goods in the warehouse put down the smuggled goods and rushed out with weapons as early as the moment they heard the gunshots.

The Pale Knight sat on two piled-up gatekeepers who did not know their life or death. The scorching sun shot in from one side, illuminating the half of Faster's body, and the strands of black hair extruded from under the brim of the hat showed colorful black under the sun. .

A vague liquid flowed out from under the piled-up gatekeepers and flowed into the shadows. After a closer look, it was found that it was blood. The amount of bleeding was not large, gushing out from the lower body.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." Fast squinted at the mob, and he slowly wiped the bloody meal and knife on the sleeve of the man below him.

Fast didn't kill the two people under him, but he shaved off their dick. I'm afraid that if he survives this life, he will only be in pain for a lifetime, ridiculed and rejected, as a hermaphrodite.

This is to repay their previous insults to themselves.

God knows that Fast even touched this knife during lunch at noon. He only wears a few butterflies and knives as self-defense weapons. He will use as many 'nightmare' and fists as symbols of the Pale Knight.

...He really didn't want to use his newly bought butterfly and knife to do that kind of thing.

There are not many pig-headed knife gang thugs left in the warehouse, which is a number that Fast can easily deal with. Even if they have weapons, Fast has an almost certain probability that they will not be able to hit him.

"Who are you?" A leading mob asked with a frown.

"Me? You can call me Pale Knight." Fast said in a leisurely tone.

He is like an elegant feline hunter who likes to play with his prey, just like now, he teases the prey with a flirty and casual tone, and even most of the time he will regard himself as the 'prey' to hunt the 'hunter'.

Excellent hunters often appear as prey.

Of course, if he was dealing with something real that could be called work by him, he would keep silent. No boss likes a mercenary who talks too much.

One of the rules of mercenaries, take money to do things, keep silent.

"The Pale Knight? Which idiot would name himself that? The dead one?" The mob laughed sharply and made a fuss.

The loud noise made Fast's ears ring.

Fast stood up, twisted his wrist and neck, and his fingers clicked. A smiling expression appeared on the mask, but the expression under the mask was cold and violent.

"Let's get this thing over with quickly, before those idiots who read as American cops arrive and cause more trouble and havoc—"

...

...

Fast grabbed the thug's neck with one hand and pressed him to the ground, kicked away the weapon that was attacking him in the hands of the thug, and he clenched his fist with the other hand and knocked the thug who wanted to attack him to the ground.

Prior to this, the Pale Knight had killed everyone present except for the mob underneath him and the thug who sneaked up on him.

Now the thug who was punched by him also lost consciousness.

Only the thug who was thumping under Fast's hands remained conscious, and his thumping mouth kept begging for mercy.

He didn't forget how the pale knight beat someone just now, the pale knight's fists were no less harmful than sharp weapons.

Fast rolled his eyes, he was too lazy to play with the last mouse in that nonsensical tone.

What's more, the mouse was left by him just to make him play a role, and the simple and powerful threats are much more effective than those soft words.

Fast grabbed the thug's neck to stop him breathing, and let go a second before he passed out.

"Take out your communicator and contact your boss, now."

Fast's cold words made the mob dare not resist. He knew that Fast's behavior just now was telling him that if he didn't follow through, he would end up being strangled to death.

The thugs hurriedly took out the communicator and pressed the dial button.

"Hello?" The old man's tired and angry voice came from the other end of the phone. "Didn't I say don't call me if it's okay? Or do you think your head has been on your neck long enough?"

Elson is very busy, there are police undercover agents on board, and they have sold all their information to the police, and Elson's only bargaining chip is the group of hostages, and he is negotiating with the police remotely.

A call from one of his own made Elson even more angry. A call to him at this time meant that something unfavorable to him had happened on the ship.

Fast sat on the thug he had pinched unconscious and listened silently to Elson's rage.

He tilted his head, clamped the phone between his cheeks and shoulders, and played with the sharp nipple in his hand.

"Hello? Are you dumb? Why don't you speak?"

"No, I'm listening." Fast's voice was cold and electric, with a strange ending.

Elson was taken aback. This was obviously not a sound his subordinates could make. He asked cautiously, "Who are you? Where is the person who called me?"

Fast glanced at the man under his feet, and he replied slowly: "I'm afraid I have to ask you one by one, sir."

"First of all, I think your subordinate's head has been on the neck for long enough, and I broke it for you." Fast's tone was calm, as if he was stating a fact.

Even if that's not the case at all.

"Secondly, I'm afraid I'm your enemy. Don't you wonder who sold the information? It was me."

"If you insist on knowing my name, you can call me Pale Knight."

"From now on, I will throw your smuggled items into the sea one by one."

Faster paused, stood up and opened a box casually, and glanced at the contents of the box.

He continued: "Wow. Let me see, this is the symbol of Hydra? High-tech weapons, the price must not be cheap to buy them from those greedy snakes."

"Oh, the back door of the warehouse you opened to park the survival boat is very convenient for transportation and disposal, isn't it?"

Elson uttered a curse, and he managed to maintain his sanity and asked, "What's your purpose?"

"Purpose? Probably to make you unhappy? Not really."

"Listen." Fast said, throwing a high-tech firearm into the sea.

There was a splash of sea water.

"You'd better not touch those things, or I will definitely cut off every finger that touches them, and then cut your body into a stick. Did you know that there is a technology that can turn people into dogs... Elson threatened.

"It's not up to you." Fast's tone was still calm, and he naturally knew that Elson's threat at the moment had no effect on him.

It was because he was dazzled by anger that he made such a useless threat.

"You're fucking dead."

"Better so."

Fast hung up the communicator, let go of his fingers, and let the communicator fall to the ground to drop two or three parts. Then he raised his leg, dropped his foot, and crushed the communicator.

Next, a furious Elson will mobilize the maximum number of thugs to the warehouse, and then Spider-Man will have the opportunity to rescue the tourists without injury.

This is exactly the Planb that Fast brought up with Spider-Man in the first place.

...

...

Spider-Man lurked in the shadows anxiously waiting for Fast's signal, his eyes locked on the dining room window, he couldn't see inside.

Is Fast in danger?He can't deal with the enemies in the warehouse by himself?He hadn't waited for the signal, and what exactly was the signal that Fast was talking about.

Could it be that Fast had actually sent him a signal long ago, but he didn't pay attention?

So what should we do now?Should we continue to wait for the signal whose specific information is unknown, or should we rush out to rescue the hostages?

Just then, Spider-Man saw what Fast called the signal.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes. The signal was really just like what Fast said, and he would understand it after reading it.

On the ground, under the shadow of the building, there was a hand-shaped shadow, and it said an 'OK' to Peter.

After getting the order, Spider-Man didn't have time to sigh in his heart how cool Fast's ability looked in his eyes.

He swayed the spider's thread and kicked in through the window. Sure enough, the number of thugs was much smaller than the number of thugs he observed at the beginning.

The figure of Spider-Man's broken window caused countless tourists to scream in fright, and the thugs also set their sights on Spider-Man.

"Oh, I hope I'm not late for this emergency meeting—" Spider-Man patted the back of his head pretending to be confused. "Looks like I'm really late."

Before the words fell, Spider-Man had already shot out two balls of spider silk, successfully knocked down and locked the two enemies on the wall.

Suddenly the scene became chaotic.

No one noticed that a man with glasses and who did not appear to be frightened slid out.

Clark, who left the dining room, didn't look back. He knew that this little hero from New York could deal with the remaining thugs.

Otherwise, the good son and genius Spider-Man that Tony Stark always praised in front of them shouldn't have such a high evaluation in Stark's heart.

Clark took off his clothes to reveal the blue-red tights inside, and at the same time, he used super speed to quickly shuttle around the cruise ship, looking for traces of Fast.

Thanks to his good hearing, he overheard the Boss of the Pig Knife Gang calling the thugs, signaling them to go to the warehouse to deal with a troublesome guy.

Clark hesitated for a moment. The whole cruise ship would be in danger if the mob didn't solve it, and Fast was among them.

And the mob mentioned, the troublesome guy in the warehouse.. who could it be?

Is there a superhero besides him and Spider-Man on this cruise ship?

Whether there is or not, Clark will go to the cruise ship warehouse with the most thugs to deal with the thugs, which is the first thing he does as Superman.

And in the warehouse, there are more and more thugs lying on the ground of the pig-headed knife gang. The cooperation between Fast and Nightmare is almost unstoppable. What is terrible is not their fighting power.

But the existence of the nightmare itself can make people feel creepy from the bottom of their hearts.

"You...you don't come here!!" A thug panickedly picked up the RPG and stared nervously at Nightmare, not even giving Faster the slightest line of sight.

The boss didn't reveal anything to them, how did they know they would encounter such a monster in the warehouse.

Nightmare grinned at the thugs as if feeling something, the corner of his mouth was torn to the whole face, it was hideous and terrifying.

"I said, sir, you don't want to bombard me or it with RPG..." Fast shrugged and pointed at himself and Nightmare. "In case you don't know, just out of politeness, the warehouse is located at the bottom of the cabin, and your shot—"

Before Fast could finish his sentence, an RPG howitzer fired towards Nightmare, and the howitzer shattered Nightmare.

Nightmare turned into a black shadow and rushed back to Fast from the ground. At the same time, the whole cruise ship trembled violently and wailed.

Fast made a slight gasp. "Oh, this hurts."

Nightmare is also a part of Fast's body. He controls Nightmare as easily as manipulating his fingers, so if Nightmare is hurt, Fast will suffer the same pain.

Fast has no shadow now, and there is nothing under his feet. In a short time, before the nightmare repairs itself, he will not be there.

Faster didn't pay much attention to the tearing pain on his body. He lowered his head, and the sea water had already overflowed the soles of his feet.

The author has something to say: The brains of the small theater are starting to dry up. If you have any pa or stalks you want to see, you can comment and leave a message. I will write and read.

If it is the bat and Xiaofa in the ABO world, they must be double A, bat iron 1, Xiaofa is also the love A of my dream, the happiness of double A is probably when doi, whoever has the hardest fist is on top, and Xiaofa is suppressed Pulling hair on the ground, grinning at the bat with blood all over his face, his butt was swollen for three days after finishing the work.

But in the case of ABO, if there is no O, they cannot have children, so let's first assume that it is Bat A and Xiaofa O.

Alpha Batman with a cedar wood flavor and Omega Fast with a pyrotechnic smell. In order to prevent Fast from wandering around in estrus, Batman marked him.

When bats are in estrus, they will have a very bad temper, and they will often stay in the bedroom with Fast pheromone. When Faster saw it for the first time, he laughed at the cowardly appearance of bats in heat.

As a result, when Xiaofa was in heat by himself, the bat couldn't find Fast's people for a while, but later found Xiaofa curled up in the bat's closet, drying the bat's clothes.

But the less vengeful (?) bat just took a stinky photo of Faster for future threats.

感谢在2021-06-3000:10:46~2021-06-3022:20:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Tim Drake, A Yu 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 8 bottles of Wen Yueye; 5 bottles of tea in coffee; 1 bottle of Ari;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!