People in Marvel: I am a super native of the motherland

Chapter 17 Attacked
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

On the high-rise streets of New York City, John's figure was roaring, running and jumping without any cover.

After more than a month of bathing in the sun, his physical fitness had at least doubled compared to the first day.

Now he can punch more than 30 tons of force with any punch, and the muscles in his legs are at least three times that of his arms.

Every time he takes a step, hundreds of tons of muscle power act on his body of less than [-] kilograms, which is no different from flying.

There is only one footprint left on the ground in the [-]-meter race.

"boom!"

On the street, a huge muffled sound came from the soles of his feet, carrying his body across a distance of hundreds of meters in the air.

When the people around him looked towards the place where the sound came from, there was no trace of John, and they could only see traces of water splashing on the accumulated water they had just stepped on.

In mid-air, the strong wind blew his body to the ground, and the terrifying speed squeezed the surrounding air away.

If it weren't for the biological stance, the black uniform he wore to conceal his identity would have been torn apart by the gas in no time.

A few minutes later, John glanced at a hundred meters in the air and saw the target this time, a Wells Fargo Bank surrounded by yellow police tape?
'Ah, why is it this bank again? 'John was speechless. Wasn't this bank the one he saved on the first day he debuted?So many disasters?
But he didn't hesitate for long. He kicked off the wall behind him and rushed towards the bank like a cannonball.

Outside the bank, a group of police officers gathered together and were discussing an attack strategy.

While they were worrying about the robbers inside the bank, they heard a loud bang coming from above the bank.

They subconsciously looked up and saw that the glass on the third floor of the bank had been punched through, and a huge amount of glass shards fell from above, as if it were raining.

"what sound!"

"Are the robbers ready to tear up the tickets?"

Various speculations came out from the mouths of these policemen, and only a hint of relief flashed in the eyes of Chief George.

Not long after, huge screams came from inside the bank.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Then there was another series of sounds of glass being broken.

The screaming figures were ejected from the bank one by one, and were then tied up with white silk threads and hung in the air.

Looking at the figure hanging in mid-air, a policeman guessed: "Is it a ghost spider?"

But before they could wonder for long, a hand pulled open the closed bank door.

After the bank door opened, a black figure came out surrounded by many hostages. A sharp-eyed policeman immediately recognized him and said: "It's the nemesis!"

John raised his hand and waved gently to the police surrounded by hostages.

"Nemesis, when did you come back?" A police officer stepped forward and asked curiously.

"It hasn't been that long. Didn't you see so many things right after you got off the plane?"

John smiled and patted the police officer on the shoulder and said, "I see all your efforts. To the citizens of New York, you are the real heroes." Hearing John praise himself like this, some people around him had an impression of him. The not-so-nice police officer also changed his attitude slightly.

"Director George, I'll leave those guys in the sky to you, I'm still needed elsewhere." John looked at George and handed over a piece of paper in his hand with a smile.

"This is this?" George lowered his head and looked at the piece of paper in his hand with the English artistic calligraphy of Nemesis written in flying phoenixes.

"On the phone before, I told you that the autograph your son wanted should be handed over to you." After John finished speaking, he jumped up the building and disappeared from the sight of all the police officers.

"Chief, when did you talk to the nemesis on the phone again?" a police officer on the side asked curiously.

"My daughter also wants the autograph of the nemesis. Director, please help me get one next time."

Looking at the surrounding men, George, who had always shown no concern for his nemesis in front of others, was a little overwhelmed. He could only say seriously: "Is now the time to discuss this matter? Why don't you go to work quickly? There are still a lot of people. There’s a lot of things waiting for you.”

……

On the streets of New York, a man in shabby clothing is holding an expensive handbag in his hand and running in a panic on the crowded streets.

Behind the man, a woman desperately asked for help, but she could only see the bastard who snatched her bag running further and further away.

Just when she was desperate to get her handbag back, a steel ball carrying a large amount of kinetic energy fell from the sky and hit the man's knee violently.

A sound of broken bones came from the knee, and severe pain was transmitted to the brain, causing the running man to scream and fall to the ground.

John, who was free-falling high in the air, stopped paying attention after throwing the steel ball. He just took out his mobile phone and said: "There is a robber on Arthur Avenue in Brooklyn. His knee was smashed by me. Remember to take it."

Just after he finished speaking, with his superhuman vision, he immediately captured the sight of five or six guys gathering to smash and loot a store one kilometer away.

He took out a few steel balls from his pocket again and threw them far away, instantly smashing the knees of the troublemakers from a thousand meters away.

After solving the problem, he continued to talk to the phone: "By the way, at the Bulma convenience store one kilometer away, there were five or six people who gathered to rob the gangster's knees and I broke them. Remember to check them."

The operator on the other end of the phone was speechless. In the past half hour, the nemesis had directly occupied the line and turned into a locator. He reported the location at an average speed of one position per minute. The police force here was not enough for him.

"Okay, I got it here, but some police officers complained that next time they attack, could they be gentler and smash the knees directly? Is the attack too heavy?" the operator suggested.

"I will think about it." John responded, but it was just a talk. New York City has too many experience monsters now. During this period of time, he had no time to gain experience. He had no time to pay attention to whether the criminals were seriously injured.

If it weren't for the purpose of letting these people be released from prison to commit crimes in the future so that they could continue to fish from the lake, his steel balls would have been directed at these people's heads.

Just when John was enjoying his experience in New York City, a cry for help came to his ears.

John turned his head, but because he had not yet developed his perspective ability, his line of sight was blocked by the building.

Through super hearing, he could hear two heartbeats coming from the other side of the wall. One was beating too fast due to nervousness, and the other was beating extremely slowly.

'Home invasion and kidnapping? '

John didn't hesitate and roughly opened the door lock.

But the moment he opened the door, the person with a slow heartbeat quickly approached, and then a brown right fist penetrated the door and hit John hard on the eye socket wearing sunglasses, instantly sending his body flying to more than ten meters. Outside.

(End of this chapter)