My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Slap! Slap!

In the dark hall, footsteps could be heard.

Stepping on the heavy solid wood floor, the plank is slightly deformed and makes a slight creaking sound.

The locomotive looked around, and there was no life in the dark hall, as if everything had fallen into silence.

It looks like the gangster's lair has been turned into no man's land.

"Shet!"

The locomotive thinks he's out of luck!

Why doesn't it go smoothly every time I trade Compound No. 5 with those bastard gangsters?

Could it be that I and these bastards are born at odds?

Cursing in a low voice, he tightened the small satchel on his back, which contained the No. 5 compound that was going to be traded this time.

At the same time, be vigilant to the maximum!

He walked slowly and lightly while watching his surroundings warily.

Pay attention to the enemies that may appear at any time.

boom!

In the darkness, a bullet shot at him rapidly.

The super speed ability of the locomotive is activated instantly, and the process of starting and accelerating is completed within 0.1 second.

Whoosh!

The blue figure shuttled a stream of light, galloping forward at super speed.

The bullet missed its target and hit the floor with a thud, gouging a small hole.

"Over there!"

The locomotive saw the yellow flames from the muzzle in an instant, and he quickly locked on to the opponent.

The overspeed force was running at full speed, and the air fluctuated!

Whoosh!

With a turbulent flow that disturbed the air, the locomotive rushed towards the other party at full speed.

Although I don't know the identity of the other party, but this guy who dared to sneer at me, I'm going to smash him into pieces worse than sliced ​​black olives on pizza.

He secretly felt ruthless in his heart.

boom!

Another shot came from the shadows.

The pointed bullet of 7.62mm pierced the air barrier and shot towards the direction of the locomotive running fast.

The other party seemed to have anticipated his moving direction, and the bullet was aimed at his chest.

bang bang bang!

A round of bullets was fired in just a short moment!

Shet!

This bastard fired at least 25 bullets in one second!

What kind of monster is this?

The continuous bullets formed a curtain and attacked the locomotive.

The locomotive had to change its direction of movement, turning at super high speed!

Boom!

It was like a car traveling at a speed of 200 mph on the highway suddenly changed direction, and the locomotive hit a wooden conference table without being able to dodge.

The desk was smashed to pieces in an instant.

Boards and nails, and the papers on the table were scattered in the air like snowflakes.

The action of the forces is reciprocal, the locomotive is hindered and has to stop.

Snapped!

The chandelier hanging in the air suddenly turned on.

The dark hall instantly became as bright as day.

The locomotive was a little uncomfortable with the change from light to dark, and narrowed its eyes slightly.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, the gunman hiding in a high place fired another shot!

The bullet with an initial velocity exceeding 850 meters made a sharp sound of piercing through the air and shot towards the locomotive.

It was only after the locomotive's eyes adjusted to the light that they realized the bullet that had rushed towards him.

"Fack!"

After uttering an American curse, he was hit by a bullet without any accident.

Because his body had been strengthened by the No. 5 compound, and the battle suit he was wearing had the effect of resisting energy shocks, the bullets did not penetrate his body.

Even so, the heart still felt a sharp pain under the impact of the bullet's violent kinetic energy.

It was as if he had been hit by a truck, making his eyes go black.

crunch!

The gunman hiding in the corridor on the second floor,

While the locomotive was leaning over, he quickly jumped off. Transformed into lightning, he moved in front of him in an instant.

The locomotive's eyes flickered for a moment, and the next moment, he felt a chill in his forehead.

A black AK gun pressed against his forehead.

Looking up along the cold body of the gun, he saw clearly the bastard who pointed the gun at him.

The mysterious man wearing a red hood is none other than Jason Todd, who just returned from death!

He was wearing an open zippered yellow leather jacket over a gray vertically striped shirt, tucked into black leather pants. A black belt was tied around his waist, and a tactical dagger was inserted into one side of the belt.

The strong and explosive abdominal muscles line the perfect silhouette of the shirt.

The most eerie thing is the red hood he wears on his head.

Weird, yet chilling.

The man in front of him exuded the breath of death, as if he was a god of death returning from hell.

The locomotive looked at him and couldn't help feeling a palpitation.

"Hmph, it looks like you're not fast enough."

Red Hood snorted coldly, mockingly.

With a gun pointed at his forehead, the locomotive didn't feel scared. He straightened up slowly, raised his hands to his head, and stared at each other, "Dude, I don't know who you are. But I think I should introduce myself to you My identity, I am the locomotive of the Super Seven, have you heard of it?"

"No," Red Hood's voice was hoarse and piercing, "I only know one guy called The Flash, but you're definitely not him! Because that guy won't be as dark as you."

"Forehead......"

The locomotive was a little confused about the other party's brain circuit, but still wanted to communicate with him, "OK, then what do you want? Dude."

"It's very simple. From today onwards, let me do the drug dealing with these gangster scumbags, and I will draw a four-tier commission. In return, I will help you deal with those harassing bugs, including that Batman ,how?"

The locomotive thought that this guy might be out of his mind, "Leave it to you? Do you know what kind of drug this is?"

"Of course I know."

Red Hood removed the AK47 placed on the head of the train, "Compound No. 5, you call it that. Hmph, it is indeed a good thing, at least it made me feel a little bit of fun."

The locomotive stared at him in astonishment, "You wouldn't fucking suck that thing, would you?"

"If I conquer it, it will give us power, won't it? A fair exchange."

Red Hood didn't deny it, he clenched his fist, feeling the surging power inside.

"You lunatic, if you don't inject that thing since childhood, you will be completely dead if you inject a drop."

Jason, who was covered in the red hood, snorted contemptuously, "It's just that you can't bear the backlash of its power. Even if the pain is doubled, I can bear it! After all, compared to what that person gave My pain, it's just a tiny pain."

The locomotive thinks this guy is crazy enough, "So, how do you want to cooperate? After all, you are alone, and the Triad has a large number of people and has a complete transportation network."

"Triads? Outnumbered? You mean the idiots?"

Red Hood picked up a big bloody satchel from the ground and threw it in front of the locomotive.

The locomotive froze for a second, then hesitated to open the backpack.

What was inside made him stunned for a moment!

"Here's the heads of those triad leaders. It only took me two hours to get rid of them."

The red hood exuding a murderous aura, turned his back to the locomotive, and said in a low voice: "For me, forming a new gang is no more difficult than solving those idiots."

A gangster far away from children and schoolyards.

Red Hood added silently in his heart.