Chapter 155

The United States is the largest oil refining producer in the world, with an annual output of nearly 1 billion tons, accounting for 20% of the global crude oil processing capacity.

From east to west, large and small refineries are all over the country, as dense as stars, providing extremely low oil prices for American residents.

10 p.m. Eastern time, Philadelphia energy solutions.

This is the largest and oldest refinery on the east coast of the United States, and its scale and output can rank among the top ten in the United States.

The refinery has a history of more than 150 years, employs more than 1000 people, processes 335000 barrels of crude oil per day, and processes and produces gasoline, diesel, jet fuel and other petrochemical products.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the fat capitalists had fallen asleep, but the refinery workers were still busy working. They could go home from work in two hours.

At the entrance of the refinery, two patrolling guards yawned and swayed around the door.

Sleepiness surged up, and I was in urgent need of a cigarette to relieve my fatigue.

If other factories are caught smoking and get scolded by the leaders at most, but smoke at the gate of the refinery, wait for the rest of your life in prison.

The guard rubbed his face hard, and suddenly heard a faint voice in the distance.

The two guards frowned and looked up into the distance.

I saw two bright white spots approaching the refinery quickly from a distance.

This is the high beam of the car!

They were relieved and suddenly had some doubts in their hearts.

It's almost off duty. Who else will come to the refinery?

A few minutes later, two cars finally appeared in front of the guards. They were two oil tankers.

A guard asked curiously, "do you have an appointment for a tank car in the evening?"

Another guard shook his head. "I don't think so."

"No, it's business. Let him go straight back."

With that, the guard went to the middle of the road, took out the "stop" sign from his waist and waved it at the tanker.

The refinery is a special plant with great risk, so the security work must be strictly implemented.

The red stop sign in the guard's hand has great binding force. Any vehicle must stop when it sees it, otherwise the guard has the right to use all means of force, including guns.

But something strange happened. When the tanker saw the stop sign, it not only didn't stop, but increased the accelerator and accelerated towards the front.

“shit！ parking! You are blind! "

The guard waved the stop sign hard and roared loudly.

But the tanker didn't seem to hear it and continued to accelerate.

No! Something's wrong!

In a panic, the guard quickly avoided the way forward and took out a standard pistol from his waist.

At this time, the window of the tanker was rolled down.

A man wearing a clown mask put a shotgun in the window.

"Bang!"

The muzzle of the gun spewed out a fire, and hundreds of marbles hit the guard's chest.

The guard was knocked to the ground by this force, and there was a great pain from his chest stung by hundreds of bees.

Shit, I'm wearing a bulletproof vest.

The guard was terrified, but when he was ready to roll aside, the gun rang out again, and this time the target was his head.

"Bang!"

After the gunshot, the guard's head snapped, his gray brain mixed with blood, and the broken meat splashed all over the ground.

Shit, it's a semi-automatic shotgun.

Before the guard died, he thought so.

The man in the clown mask did the same and killed another guard.

The tanker broke through the iron railing and headed for the inside of the refinery.

The sound of shotguns broke the silence of the night and overwhelmed the noise of factory machines. Many workers and guards heard it.

Soon, the harsh alarm rang through the whole refinery, and hundreds of guards rushed to the equipment warehouse, received bulletproof vests and automatic rifles, and ran to the gate of the factory.

Hiss!!

The tire rubbed against the ground and made a sharp sound.

Two oil tankers stopped one after another, and a group of people wearing clown masks jumped out of the car with light and heavy weapons.

These people are from the Philadelphia branch of the clown organization. Among them are blacks, whites, Indians, Mexicans, Chinese

But in a word, they are poor people who live at the bottom and have long lost all hope.

It was Jason Walter, the leader of the clown organization, who led them in this operation!

Jason jumped out of the car without a mask or weapons.

He waved and the clowns came carrying black backpacks.

Each backpack contained several kilograms of high explosives. The operation organized by Jason was a suicide terrorist attack.

Looking at the funny smiling faces, Jason said seriously, "according to the original plan, I will kill the guards for you, so you can start."

Faced with death, the clowns nodded without hesitation.

They have long lost hope for life and the future.

They are no longer afraid of death. They just want to bite a piece of meat off the capitalists before they die.

"You are pioneers in purifying the world. Your heroic feats will be famous in history and alert future generations!"

Then Jason bowed solemnly to them.

The clowns saluted back, then fastened their backpacks and ran towards their targets with weapons in their arms.

Looking at their backs, Jason smiled at the corners of his mouth.

Kill, let's go!

He launched his energy, soared into the sky and suspended in the air dozens of meters high.

Standing high, with his extraordinary eyesight, he easily insight into the distribution and route of guards.

The next second, the fire erupted under his feet, and Jason flew quickly to the nearest team.

Not far away, a team of more than a dozen people put on heavy full protective bulletproof vests and special riot helmets, and went to hide near the workshop like fat penguins.

They are paid to eat. They are not fools. They don't intend to fight with Jason at all.

They just need to hide in the bunker, stick to the workshop, suppress with fire to prevent the enemy from entering the workshop and causing damage, and then wait for the support of the police.

After all, this salary is only enough to do this.

"Did you call the police?"

"I called the police long ago. The police helicopter will arrive in a few minutes."

"So fast!"

"Nonsense! The shareholders of this refinery are old capitalists and big taxpayers in Philadelphia. As soon as they heard of an accident in the refinery, the police rushed over immediately and dared not delay a minute. "

"Ah! What's the use of the police? These people are from the clown organization. "

"What's the matter with the clown organization? Not everyone in the clown organization is super capable. As long as we don't meet core members, we can win."

"Yes, I guess these clowns must be new people in Philadelphia. They are all mud legs that can't live, and I bet nine out of ten they are black."

“shit！ If this gets out! Your job is gone. "

"No, everyone is white. Who can speak for blacks."

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While they were chatting, Jason fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

Bang!

The guards looked up at the noise and were dumbfounded.

Pooh!

Who said that just now? You're not a crow's mouth. You directly recruited the boss of the clown organization.

Stunned for a moment, the guards reacted, immediately picked up their heavy weapons and attacked Jason.

Jason's super power and super power limit have long been public secrets. Media and social networks talk about it every day.

These security personnel have even attended lectures and training.

Simply put, as long as your firepower is strong enough to exceed Jason's absorption limit, you can repel or even kill him.

In the United States, large and small heavy weapons are everywhere, and security personnel can even get access to military weapons.

In order to protect the safety of the refinery, the boss above specially ordered a batch of short tube rockets from stark industry, and the shells were specially developed by Stark industry for Jason.

This special rocket weighs eight kilograms. Instead of ordinary explosives, it contains special explosives from stark industry. Its power is eight times stronger than ordinary TNT explosives.

According to the existing data, as long as this rocket can hit Jason, Jason will be blown to pieces.

Watching the dozen security guards confidently take out rockets and aim at him, Jason scratched his head.

These shit experts can only add, subtract, multiply and divide.

Not to mention that Jason has mastered energy absorption and energy release perfectly, the eight kilogram special rocket can't break his energy wall at all.

Even if you can break it, I'm not a fool. I can't hide.

Fighting is not about writing and drawing on paper.

Boo! Boo! Boo!

A sharp voice sounded, and a special rocket with a long tail inflammation sped towards Jason.

Jason bent his knees slightly, leaped to the ground and rushed into the sky like a monkey.

One missile can't break the defense, but a dozen missiles are enough to tear him to pieces.

So long before the guard launched the missile, he gathered a lot of energy under his feet.

Jason flew to the sky and looked back. He was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

I saw that the dozen missiles turned a corner and flew up with him.

Shit, the individual rocket is equipped with guidance system, which is his nemesis. It seems that stark industry is very special and can't do business.

Jason was angry, but not too worried.

As he said, fighting is not as simple as data on paper.

When his mind moved, most of his abilities came out through his body, forming a light blue pure energy protective cover on his body surface.

The rest of the energy was concentrated in Jason's palm.

Aggregate, compress, re aggregate, re compress

A light blue ball of light soon appeared in Jason's palm.

"Kamaha, kamaha!"

A bird's voice suddenly popped out of his mind. Jason roared and launched the compressed light ball.

In an instant, a light blue laser with thick arms appeared in the dark night sky.

Boom!

The laser instantly penetrated several rockets, and red fireballs suddenly rose in the dark night sky.

"Beautiful!"

Jason did the same, gathered the energy ball again in his left and right hearts, and then hit the rocket with a left and right bow.

Boom!

Boom!

After a few loud noises, all the Rockets following Jason were destroyed.

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