The Great Demon King

Chapter 317 Is There Only One Bowl of Noodles?
"Just to be sure, did you just say that I was sued?" Robbie couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, young man." Matt understood his surprise, then sat on the chair beside the bed, and continued: "Tomorrow afternoon, the court will be held."

"What about the charges? What about the charges against me?" Robbie's voice trembled, and before Matt could answer, he pulled his hair anxiously: "I don't know why, who wants to sue me? Do they know who I am? Do they know who I've been fighting with? Do they know why I'm lying weak on this hospital bed? If you don't appreciate me, sue me? Why?"

"Calm down, kid." Matt frowned, and said, "I'm your defense lawyer. The purpose of my visit is to understand the situation at the time first. You can answer my questions seriously and honestly."

After all, Robbie is young, and the more others calm him down, the more excited he becomes. Besides, he has lost his superpowers, and he can't find anyone to complain about you. Psychologically extremely unbalanced.

Matt saw that the veins on Robbie's forehead and neck were exposed, and his pupils constricted, and he knew that this guy would not be able to calm down for a while.

He took out a small black ball from his bosom, crushed it lightly, and before Robbie could react, it stuck to the tip of his nose.

"Bah...Ah! What's this?" Robbie was taken aback and sneezed, and then he became groggy and his muscles were weak.

"It's just spices that can calm you down." Matt said lightly.

This stuff is his own secret recipe. It is non-toxic, has no after-effects, but has a strong sedative effect. He usually uses it as an auxiliary drug for interrogating criminals.

Robbie didn't know that the person sitting in front of him was the well-known Daredevil in the New York area. He was panicking now because he found himself suddenly having a strong desire to confide.

"Tell me everything about yesterday... Remember, tell me everything, don't try to lie!" Matt leaned back in the chair, adjusted his sunglasses, and said softly.

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The next afternoon.

The street in front of the court building was crowded with crowds of marchers.

The marchers held up various signs and denounced Robbie Baldwin loudly.

"Let him apologize for the dead man!"

"Killer!"

"Kill him!"

"death penalty!"

"Give him the death penalty for his crime!"

"..."

On the path opened by the police, Robbie walked quickly with a sullen face.

The surrounding crowd was furious, and those demonstrators bared their teeth and claws, as if they wanted to rush up and tear him alive.

Facing the insults and yelling from this group of people, Robbie endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but roared towards the crowd:

"I'm not a murderer! The person who caused the explosion was obviously a nitrate, and the murderer was obviously a nitrate! Why do you slander me like this?!"

It's a pity that his roar alone couldn't make any waves amidst the noise of hundreds of people around him.

On the contrary, when the demonstrators saw that he dared to resist, they became even more furious. The surrounding policemen were directly pushed and shoved by the rioting crowd, and the order suddenly collapsed.

"Back! Back!"

The policemen drew their pistols and tried to restore order, but the gangsters who hid in the crowd and caused chaos led the rhythm:

"The police are going to kill you!"

"The police shot and killed!"

"The cops are with the child killer!"

"The government wants to shield vicious criminals!"

"Protest! We will protest this tyranny!"

"It's time to break the minions of the government and uphold justice!"

"Come on! Free people! We oppose all authority!"

"..."

Generally speaking, the people of this country only recognize the word "freedom". As long as they use the name of freedom, they will be brainwashed and manipulated in an instant, which is very easy to fool.

Sure enough, under the instigation of a group of rhythm masters, the crowd threw down the police angrily, and some policemen started to rob, and soon they were covered in big men. In the chaos, some policemen's guns were taken away.

The one who took the police gun was a middle-aged man who was very close to Robbie.

He had served in the army, so he was familiar with firearms.

Then he shoots.

Robbie was shot in the stomach and lay in a pool of blood.

"My daughter was killed yesterday because of you! This is what you deserve! This is what you deserve!" The middle-aged man frantically reloaded the gun, announcing his reason for killing as if venting.

Such an accident caused the surrounding crowd to be silent, and everyone saw that in addition to being shot in the abdomen, Robbie was also shot twice in the spine.

There was a light blue arc around Robbie's body, his super power, came back.

It's just that now it seems that superpowers will come out to save lives when they are dying and in extreme pain.

It was precisely because the super power came back in time that the remaining few bullets did not hit Robbie.

"I... didn't kill people...cough cough..." Robbie emphasized while coughing up blood.

The crowd seemed very dissatisfied that he had not been killed.

If someone Zhou was here, he would not have emphasized in the book that "eating steamed buns with human blood" is the patent of an ancient oriental country, because people all over the world have good and bad, and eating steamed buns with human blood is really nothing new thing.

Just then, Robbie saw a man standing at the edge of the crowd, a strong man with long hair.

This strong man is smiling ferociously at him!
"It's him... cough cough... the murderer is him!" Regardless of his injuries, Robbie got up excitedly, pointed at the man, and said loudly: "Did you see that? He is the nitrate man! He killed those 612 people, yes He killed..."

Before he finished speaking, at this moment, the hair of the long-haired strong man suddenly swelled automatically without wind, his face was congested, and his eyes bulged.

Robbie, who has already experienced the lesson once, knows that this guy is about to blow himself up again!
He rushed up recklessly, threw the nitrate man down, and then completely covered the two of them with the super energy shield that he had just reactivated.

"!!!"

An incomparably bright light emerged from the transparent protective cover, but no sound came out.

It seems that this time Robbie's inspired super power has become much stronger than before, completely preventing the explosion energy from leaking out, and even the sound cannot be transmitted.

The protective cover was quickly removed, revealing a scorched and smoky figure.

"Did you see it? Ahem... have you seen it all? Did he do it? Am I innocent?" The figure was naturally Robbie, his vocal cords were almost burnt, and his voice was extremely dry.

The surrounding crowd looked indifferent, and no one answered his question, let alone acknowledged what he said.

People seemed to think things were getting boring, and a lot of people just left.

"Don't go! Don't go! Tell me, am I innocent? Am I innocent!? You say..." Robbie's body crashed to the ground, his arms were charred, and he fell It broke.

Just like the six sons in the movie "Let the Bullets Fly", they cut open their stomachs and asked the onlookers, "Is there only one bowl of noodles?"

Human hearts are sinister, but no one cares how many bowls of noodles you ate, they just want to watch the six die, don't they?
(End of this chapter)