Inside a newspaper office.

A middle-aged journalist wearing a rustic beret and old-fashioned glasses on his nose is sorting through the materials on his desk.

These materials are all cases and news about "some hell's kitchen demon".

All this time, he has been tirelessly pursuing that legend.

"Didi Didi."

The phone on the desktop rang, and he picked it up casually.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Ulik, there's something I think you'll be interested in."

Uric put aside the information on the table, covered the phone and asked in a low voice,

"What?" Don't fool me again.

"You'll know when you come here." The person on the other side of the phone didn't say much.

After hesitating for a second, Urik agreed.

......

"Hey, bro!"

Ulric slapped a dollar in his hand on a fat man at work, and then said

, "Better be a good thing, Kobe."

Bryant turned his fat face and blew a bubble with candy in his mouth.

He took the money and promised,

"You know my Ulek, and what I show you has always been good!"

With that, he stood up and led Ulric to a room.

Bryant put on his white gloves and then said to Ulric with some seriousness:

"Are you ready to watch something very, very cool?"

Urik urged a little impatiently:

"You hurry up!"

"ok！“

Kobe responded and lifted a white cloth in front of him.

A special stick or walking stick.

It is short, the stick is black-red in color, the ends are silvery-white, and two small "wings" grow on one side.

These two small wings are densely jagged and look like very sharp blades.

But Urik just glanced at it and shook his head and stretched out his hand to Kobe, while saying disappointedly:

"Give me back the money!"

Bryant defended his innocence:

"Please, man, I'm throwing gold at you!" Isn't that stuff interesting?

Ulric was still unmoved and said

, "I've seen this thing, don't try to lie to me!"

Kobe continued helplessly:

"Well, then you must not have seen this!"

He picked up the stick, put away the sharp weapons on both sides, and then gently turned one end of the stick twice.

The stick was immediately extended, directly about to poke Ulik in front of him.

Seeing that Ulric finally got a little interested, Kobe said: "You said something strange to make me pay attention, right?

Urik looked at the deformed stick carefully, gradually lost in thought.

"This stuff is really weird, right?"

Kobe said with a smile, look at the money today.

Unexpectedly, Urik stroked the stick with deep eyes, and said to himself:

"You don't know what this thing represents..."

At this moment, the excitement in his heart was beyond words.

Because after such a long search, he finally found that guy....

......

Inside Kim He's office.

"So, you watched him take people away?"

Jin He grabbed his cigar, his icy gaze sweeping over the few dejected subordinates in front of him.

None of them, who failed in their actions or even watched the bullseye being taken away, dared to answer at this time.

The people, who knew Jin and were cruel, were afraid of being caught as scapegoats.

"Wesley, you know what?"

Jin suddenly spoke to Wesley on the side:

"In ancient times, subordinates who failed to act would commit suicide because they did not have the face to see the boss."

He took a sharp sip of his cigar, turning the head red.

Spit out a puff of smoke, and he suddenly reached out and pinched one of his subordinates in front of him with a hideous face.

"So why don't you die?"

The subordinate struggled in horror, his hands and feet constantly slapping on Jin's thick arm.

But the size gap makes his punches and kicks as weak as a three-year-old beating an adult, ridiculous.

Jin held him in the air like this, watching his men lose their life little by little.

Then Kim threw his men aside like garbage and waved his cane at the next subordinate.

These subordinates did not dare to resist or escape, and could only show despair and were tortured and killed one by one by Jin to death.

Three minutes later, Jin put down the body of the last of his men with a relaxed face.

"Wesley, handkerchief."

Jin also held up his blood-stained cane and looked to the side, as if he had seen nothing Wesley.

Wesley immediately handed over a handkerchief and continued to be quiet.

Jin took the handkerchief and began to carefully wipe the cane that meant so much to him with tender eyes.

"We're in trouble, Wesley."

Half-ringing, Kim spoke coldly.

Hearing this, Wesley's eyelids jumped, and then he said,

"I believe that the trouble can be solved."

Jin also glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth tugged into an ugly smile.

"What do you think he has planned?"

Without much thought, Wesley said

, "The goodness of helping others, the ridiculous justice, the aversion to sin... Aren't all superheroes like this? Hearing

Wesley's remarks, Kim laughed, looked at Wesley with a little surprise and said

, "I didn't expect you to know so much about superheroes, and you like these stories?"

Wesley smiled awkwardly and reluctantly replied,

"I loved watching it when I was little."

"yes, who didn't know Superman when they were kids? ...... Don't you watch it now? Jin

also sighed to himself, and then became serious again:

"If he is really Superman, we have many ways to deal with him; But if not..."

his voice lowered a little.

"At the moment, he's just like Superman in terms of ability."

Wesley continued with a somewhat ugly face.

"Yes, he is as powerful as God."

Jin also spoke in a ghostly tone.

"Superman is not a god, and even if he is a god, he will perish because he is abandoned by believers."

Wesley retorted weakly.

"Yes, Superman is certainly not a god, he is just a superhero, and superheroes all have their own weaknesses."

Kim re-lit a cigar and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at the city outside the window, the aura and city government belonging to the underworld emperor returned to Jin He's body.

His emotionless voice continued:

"We don't have the power to take down this superhero."

In the face of absolute strength, these little mice in the dark can only escape and dodge, and they can't fight head-on.

Kim and Wesley knew this, so Kim decided to go another way.

"But we can ruin this superhero."

He looked at the big good city under his feet, his eyes were deep, and his tone was cold.

"I'll let him know that I'm the master here!"

For a while, Jin He's face was full of domineering and confidence.

"But..." After

a long time, Jin changed his tone of uncertainty.

"The premise is that he's the kind of superhero we imagine, like Superman."

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