Chapter 186

Outside Citibank, queens.

More than a dozen explosion-proof police cars blocked all the exits of the bank.

Hundreds of special policemen put on bulletproof vests and aimed at the glass door with automatic rifles.

Two helicopters hovered overhead and broadcast the live picture.

Several sniper teams on the roof of the opposite high-rise building are also in place.

The police negotiator hid behind the explosion-proof car and shouted inside with a tweeter.

The locomotive turned a deaf ear to these nonsense. He picked up his backpack, locked the buckle in his chest, and slowly pushed open the glass door of the bank.

The police are highly nervous.

Because they didn't know whether the robbers or hostages pushed the door, they didn't dare to shoot without authorization. They all stared at the glass door.

First they saw a black hand, and according to intelligence, the staff in the bank were all white.

Fool, I ran out alone.

Just as the police relaxed and prepared to shoot, the figure flashed in front of them and the glass door closed slowly again.

When the locomotive runs at high speed, the passage of time slows down, and the people and things around it enter the bullet time. In this state, it seems that the whole world is its own.

Anyone here?

Just when the police were full of fog, the locomotive had moved behind a special policeman.

When his right hand explored, a grenade hanging on his chest appeared in his hand.

The Swat looked stunned and quickly turned his head.

There was no one behind him, but there was a grenade on the ground.

"Rachel the monkey!"

The Swat exclaimed loudly, but before he could move, the grenade burst.

Boom!

A fireball rose, blew the special police officer into the air, and then fell to the ground with blood, completely without signs of life.

The loud explosion broke the dignified atmosphere.

All the policemen raised their guns and looked around in panic, but there was no sound of footsteps.

Looking at the panic expression of the police, the locomotive looked excited and very happy.

After wandering around, the locomotive found a lone policeman and put a shotgun on his back.

Bang!

A shot!

Although the police were wearing bulletproof vests, they were shot through their bodies from zero distance by large caliber shotgun.

Fresh blood splashed on the locomotive's face. He smiled excitedly and ran away again.

A group of special police officers were swept around by a robber, which made the police chief in charge of on-site command very angry.

He immediately took out his walkie talkie and asked the sniper lying on the roof about the situation.

Standing high and looking far, the behavior of the locomotive was seen by the sniper.

But the speed of the locomotive was so fast that the sniper could only see a vague figure. He could see it clearly only when he stopped to kill.

"Sir, the robbers are fast. They should be super powers."

On hearing the speech, the Secretary felt a fit of dizziness.

The rumor that the robber was a superpower was just that the onlookers were wrong under the condition of emotional tension. Unexpectedly, it was true.

This is troublesome. The super powers can't be handled by the local branch. We must find the Divine Shield Bureau.

But even if we inform the s.h.i.e.l.d. now, it will take at least half an hour to get there.

According to the killing speed of the robbers, they were killed by the regiment half an hour later.

The director picked up the walkie talkie again: "sniper, are you sure to hit him at the moment he stopped killing?"

The sniper replied, "if you know the target in advance, you can do it. But this guy kills people entirely on the basis of interest and can't predict in advance. "

The director said, "it doesn't matter. I have a way."

With that, the director jumped into a police car, took out a pistol and shot at the sky.

Bang bang!!!

The continuous gunfire attracted everyone's attention, including the locomotive.

"Come out! You son of a bitch! If you have the ability to compete with me, don't bully my people! "

The director was furious and stared at the audience.

As soon as the voice fell, all the police were covered.

What's the chief doing?

Aren't you stupid?

Don't you know how to write the word "death" when you provoke a super capable robber like this?

The locomotive is also a little confused at the moment. It can't understand the director's behavior at all.

Is he awe inspiring or does he have a hole in his head?

However, the sniper ambushed on the top floor understood the director's meaning and immediately moved the muzzle to the director.

I can't bear the child and the wolf!

With such wisdom and courage, no wonder people can be directors.

The television station broadcast it live, and the director's words soon spread to the audience.

Although I can't understand the director's behavior, most people still respect him. After all, those who have the courage to face death will always be the few in the minority.

The TV host was even more excited and said, "George Stacy is the most responsible police chief I have ever seen, not one of them!"

"What? Don't you dare? " Director George snorted coldly and said contemptuously, "I knew that scum and scum like you would always sneak around and never be on the table for a lifetime!"

His words "scum and scum" completely angered the locomotive, and his anger suddenly got out of control.

They all say that blacks have a high crime rate and that blacks are lazy.

But when you were born in this country, your future has been doomed since you have black skin.

Damn white people always like to slander blacks for not making progress, because whites have blocked all the rising channels of blacks themselves.

Whenever a black man wants to climb up, the white man will kick you down. If you have a firm will and can't kick you down, kill you with a gun.

The blacks in this country are so desperate!

“fackyou！！！”

The locomotive jumped into the police car with a roar and put a shotgun on George's forehead.

For the locomotive, everything was slow, but for George, he only felt a strong wind, and then an angry black appeared in front of him.

The locomotive's eyes turned red and roared, "go to hell! White pig! "

Bang!

A high-precision sniper rifle bullet accurately hit the arm of the locomotive, and the finger that pulled the trigger immediately lost strength.

The locomotive was in pain and subconsciously launched its super power into bullet time.

But it was too late. The bullet had penetrated his arm.

He could only watch his arm break in two and the section of his palm slowly fell to the ground.

In an instant, the sharp pain of gouging out the heart and bone spread all over the body.

The locomotive trembled, his forehead was sweating, and his brain was almost unconscious.

At this time, several more bullets hit quickly.

In the desire to survive, the locomotive endured the heart piercing pain and sidestepped, leaving several scratches on his cheeks and shoulders.

Regardless of killing the damn white pig, the locomotive jumped out of the police car and ran outside desperately.

He didn't run far. He just felt weak and fell to the ground with a plop.

Because of his serious injury, he can't use his powers for the time being.

Director George returned to his senses, his face full of blood and his eyes wide open.

Although he picked up a life, he still felt a lingering fear, as if he had gone from hell.

The policemen looked into the distance.

Hundreds of meters away, the locomotive fell in a pool of blood and struggled to get up.

But because his arm was broken and lost too much blood, he tried several times and failed.

"Son of a bitch, I'll kill you!"

A policeman angrily scolded and wanted to mend the knife.

George stopped at once and said, "wait a minute, don't shoot!"

Hearing the speech, a police officer said discontentedly, "director! He just killed seven policemen! "

George waved his hand and said sadly: "I know you are angry and I understand your mood. But you know, he is now the only superpower captured alive by the government. "

"If scientists can thoroughly study his genes and develop weapons against superpowers, many police and soldiers will avoid death in the future. Isn't it more valuable than killing and venting your anger now? "

After listening to director George's words, the police officers who wanted to shoot the locomotive, one after another reluctantly bowed their heads and put away their guns.

George nodded and said, "give him a powerful anesthetic and the s.h.i.e.l.d. will pick him up soon."

"I see!"

A policeman stepped forward to inject anesthetic into the locomotive.

At this time, the sky in the distance was buzzing, as if a fighter plane had flown by.

Everyone looked up at the sky, and the observer on the roof also took out a telescope to observe the sound source.

A moment later, George's walkie talkie sounded the trembling voice of his observation hand.

"Jason! No, Jason is coming! "

"What!"

George was so surprised that he couldn't see the extreme in his face.

Damn Jason!

Come early or late, but come when we are about to succeed.

George made up his mind. He immediately gave an order to all the police officers: "get out! Get out! Everybody get in the car now! "

Hearing Jason's name, all the police panicked.

They climbed onto the police car, stepped on the accelerator and fled the scene, and the two helicopters flew away quickly.

The scene was in a mess. In a hurry, a policeman said, "director, where's the nigger!"

George said, "Jason's goal is him! Take him and we'll all die! "

With that, he jumped into the police explosion-proof car and roared away!

More than ten seconds later, Jason fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

But when he got up, he could only see the tail light of the police car.

Jason smiled and said sarcastically, "the police in New York can really run much faster than the police in Los Angeles."

Looking up, there was a pool of blood on the ground in the distance. Jason hurried forward to help the locomotive up.

Jason frowned when he saw half of his lost arm.

No one can cure such a serious injury except belmord.

Jason found the broken arm, picked up the locomotive and flew to the stronghold,

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Underground training ground.

John and David woke up after treatment.

Belmod stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "I'm so tired. I say it's interesting for you to fight each other every day."

John and David looked at each other, smiled bitterly and didn't answer.

Boom!

At this time, the door of the basement was kicked open, and Jason came in quickly and put the locomotive on the treatment bed.

"His arm is broken and must be connected quickly."

The crowd gathered up and took a breath.

This man, it's a little sad.

Belmord immediately began treatment, then raised his head and said, "where did you find the man? When did the clown organization become the Red Cross?"

Jason replied, "like you, he is also a core member of the organization!"