Marvel’s Big Villain

New York, Queens, Citibank branch.

As one of the top ten largest banks in the United States, Citibank is very strong. Even an ordinary branch is built in the core financial circle of Queens.

The road at the main entrance of the branch is spacious and clean, vehicles and pedestrians pass by in a hurry, and there are a variety of shops.

As the CBD of Queens, everything here is so busy and orderly.

Across the street, there is an upscale cafe.

On the second floor of the cafe, a black guy in his twenties was sitting by the window drinking coffee, but his eyes drifted past the bank door from time to time.

Refreshing cropped hair, hip-hop clothes, eye-catching complexion...

Every detail of his body is incompatible with the nobility and elegance of the cafe.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed white people at the adjacent tables occasionally glanced over, all showing expressions of contempt and disgust unabashedly.

Some people even called the waiter to apply for changing seats, as if they didn't want to breathe the same air as the dirty black people.

The guy pretended not to notice the abnormality of other customers, but just stared at the bank door intently.

He held a donut in his left hand and a coffee cup in his right. After eating and drinking, he licked the oil stains on his fingers and beckoned the waiter to pay.

He didn't give a tip, and left contentedly after leaving the 20 dollars, leaving only the disgusted and disgusted eyes of the waiter.

The name on the guy's driver's license was Jesse Usher, but the bottom thugs who knew him called him Locomotive.

Because he is strong, runs fast, and is as energetic as a locomotive.

Like most low-level blacks, the locomotives are engaged in low-paying and physically demanding coolie jobs. They have no houses or cars, and their daily wages are barely enough for food and clothing.

If there were no accidents, he would continue to live in obscurity like this. When he got sick or died, no one would notice him.

But the locomotive is not reconciled, he hates this boring life, and he envies those dazzling politicians and stars on TV.

I hope that one day I can be like them and become the focus of much attention.

He tried playing basketball, playing baseball, singing rap songs, dancing hip-hop...but all failed without exception.

Just when he was getting depressed day by day and felt that his life was gloomy, a miracle suddenly happened to him.

After waking up overnight, the locomotive suddenly possessed a superpower.

His running speed has become very, very fast. He can run 1000 meters in ten seconds, throwing away the champion of the 100-meter race by ten blocks.

After possessing superpowers, Locomotive's life has changed dramatically.

He could have chosen to join the government and become one of the dashing super-agents in the movies.

However, the long-term social oppression has made him not only desire to be famous and the focus of the spotlight, but also breed his violent personality.

He hates the government, he hates the banks, he hates white people, he hates the police, he hates capitalists, he hates everyone who ever bullied him.

Therefore, he came to the gate of Citibank today, preparing to make a big news to announce his arrival to the world.

………………

The locomotive left the café and headed for the door of the bank.

Seeing him, the two bank security guards subconsciously frowned and looked up and down with scrutiny.

Clown believers have been having a lot of trouble in New York recently, and many small banks have been robbed.

Those who do bank security work must keep their spirits up at all times and beware of any suspicious persons.

The locomotive noticed their gazes, and felt a little angry.

Over the years, as long as he appeared in a bank or a high-end store, the security guard would look at him with this look.

In the past, he was unable to resist, so he could only choose to leave silently, but now...

The corner of the locomotive's mouth was upturned, showing a 'friendly' smile, and it took the initiative to go forward.

Looking at the black ghost in front of him, the security guard looked a little unhappy and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to borrow something from you."

The security guard shook his head again and again: "No."

"I haven't said what to borrow?"

The security guard frowned, and said in disgust, "No matter what it is, I won't lend it to you, get the hell out, this is not the place for you."

The locomotive snorted coldly, pointed to the gun on the security guard's waist and said, "Don't rush to refuse, I just want to borrow a gun from you."

Hearing this, the security guard's expression changed drastically.

Shit!

Another brainwashed clown follower.

The security guard immediately put his hands on his waist, ready to draw out his pistol to subdue him.

But when I probed with my palm, it was empty.

The security guard turned his head in surprise, and found that the holster had been opened, and the pistol inside was gone.

"Are you looking for this?"

The security guard turned his head and saw that the locomotive was holding his own gun, pointing the black muzzle at him.

"Shit! Put down the gun!" Another security guard hurriedly pulled out his gun.

But before he could shoot, the locomotive disappeared in an instant.

The two security guards blinked and were dumbfounded.

What about people?

In the next second, a hard metal object hit the back of the security guard's head with a gun.

In an instant, the body of the security guard froze, and then slowly raised his hands.

"Dude, relax, I won't fight back..."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, the locomotive decisively pulled the trigger.

A 5.56mm brass bullet was shot from the back of the head, rolled to form a cavity in the skull, and then shot out from the face with a bang, and a scar the size of a bowl appeared on the security guard's face.

Gunshots broke the liveliness and prosperity of the neighborhood.

There were ear-piercing screams, and the pedestrians ran into the distance like crazy. Several drivers slammed into the car in front with their accelerator pedals because they were too frightened.

The originally bustling, bustling and orderly streets quickly became chaotic.

Another security guard saw the tragic state of his colleague after he fell to the ground, and immediately ran into the crowd.

The locomotive immediately aimed its gun at him, and fired several shots in a row.

It's a pity, his marksmanship is really bad.

At a distance of less than ten meters, the shot missed, but accidentally injured several innocent people.

Anbao's face showed joy, just when he thought he had saved his life.

His eyes blurred suddenly, and the locomotive appeared in front of him.

bang bang bang!

There was no accident this time, and Anbao immediately fell to the ground after a few gunshots, his expression extremely terrified before he died.

The locomotive showed a morbid smile after revenge, and then walked into the bank swaggeringly with a gun in one hand.

………………

Because of the gunshots just now, the bank has entered a state of defense.

A dozen security guards in body armor and armed with shotguns hid in the bunker, pointing their guns at the entrance.

Swish!

The security guards blinked and saw a blurry figure flash by.

He blinked, but there was no one outside the door.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps behind a security guard.

When he looked back, he saw only a black muzzle.

boom!

The locomotive pulled the trigger, and the security guard fell to the ground with a bullet in the eyebrow.

"what!!!"

Shrill shouts sounded from inside the bank.

The security guards hurriedly turned their heads, and they were all taken aback when they saw the locomotive holding a gun in one hand.

How did this person get in?

Before they had time to think, they subconsciously aimed their guns at the locomotive.

bang bang bang!

Large-caliber shotguns shot out, shattering vases, shattering glass, and leaving dense craters on the white walls.

But the locomotive that was the target of the attack has long since disappeared.

boom!

Not long after, gunshots rang out again in the bank.

But when the security guards turned their heads, they could barely see a vague figure.

There is nothing they can do except to curse.

The locomotive used its speed advantage to quickly move to a security guard, blow their heads with a pistol at a quiet distance, and then choose a new target.

From the perspective of him who was moving at a high speed, the passage of time seemed to slow down, and everything in front of him entered bullet time.

Bang bang bang! ! ! !

Continuous gunshots rang out in the bank, and the bank tellers and managers were all lying under the table and shivering.

The bank manager has called the police, but it is not known if they will survive until the police arrive.

A minute later, the gunfire ended.

The locomotive quickly moved to the manager's office and blasted open the closed door with the shotgun it had picked up.

"Please! Don't kill me!"

The bank manager was a middle-aged white man full of fat. He immediately knelt on the ground and raised his hands, begging for mercy in fear.

The locomotive laughed at himself, it was the first time he saw a white man kneeling down to a black man.

"Don't talk nonsense, take me to the bank vault."

After speaking, he raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The jade crafts on the manager's desk were smashed into pieces by bullets.

The manager trembled in fright, nodded quickly and said, "Okay...Okay! As long as you don't hurt me, I'm willing to cooperate."

After speaking, the manager stood up and prepared to go to the vault.

The locomotive suddenly grinned and said, "Don't stand up, just crawl to the vault on your knees."

Hearing this, the manager's face was a bit dazed, and after a moment of daze, there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

"If you crawl, the speed will be very slow."

The locomotive frowned, and slammed a gun on the desk, "Then you climb faster for me!"

Looking at the shotgun in his hand, the manager finally put his head down and chose to climb out of the office.

The manager is a bit fat, and the posture of getting up is very ridiculous.

Seeing this scene, the locomotive was greatly satisfied.

It's just that a person kneeling alone lacks visual shock. He immediately moved to the bank counter and pulled out all the staff hiding inside.

In this way, a strange scene appeared in the lobby of the bank.

More than a dozen white men knelt in a row, one by one following the other's buttocks, and quickly crawled on the ground.

Seeing such a scene, the locomotive laughed happily.

Yes, that's right, that's it.

You descendants of butchers should walk on your knees forever.

While firing and urging, the locomotive took out its mobile phone to shoot a video, and then posted the video on social networks.

Such an explosive and informative video must have at least one million followers.

………………

After a group of people climbed to the vault, the manager took out the key and opened the iron door of the vault.

The locomotive threw a backpack over and said, "Don't dawdle, put the money in the bag quickly."

The manager took the bag and frantically stuffed money into it.

He also watched crime-themed movie locomotives, and all he wanted were small old banknotes without serial numbers.

After the backpack was full, the manager put the backpack on the ground and asked in surprise, "Sir, is there only one bag?"

In order to survive, he can only rely on selling the interests of his boss in exchange for the trust of the locomotive.

The locomotive picked up the backpack and said with a sneer, "I want to pretend to take it all away, but I can't carry it alone. However, although I can't take it away, I won't leave it to you either."

After speaking, he took out an imitation ZIPPO lighter from his pocket!