American comics: Kill people and you become stronger

Bishop, the future God-Slayer, happily drove home, back to New York City, back to Queens. He had to pass through Manhattan and the Bronx and along the Bronx riverfront to reach Queens.

He originally thought that today would be like any other day, with no accidents happening, but then an accident happened.

Just as he entered Manhattan and arrived in the Bronx, he suddenly heard some unusual sounds in his ears.

It was a cry for help.

The distance was not very far, maybe just a few streets apart. Especially when he heard the arrogant and beating sounds of several men, his originally good mood immediately deteriorated.

Without hesitation, he turned the steering wheel, turned when passing the intersection, and drove towards the source of the sound.

In the one year that Bi Xiao has lived in New York, he has never done anything that a so-called superhero should do. Even if he killed gangsters and vampires, it was only because it was beneficial to him. Of course, these two things may also be considered. There are so many properties.

But that's all. How strong are his senses?

He is completely a low-end version of Superman's senses, and his hearing is so powerful that it can cover the entire United States. Before today, if he wanted to, he could cover the entire Queens, and any sound could be filtered by him.

For example, when calling for help, he can also use his extremely terrifying speed and jumping power to rescue those calling for help above the steel jungle like Spider-Man.

But he never did, not once.

In normal times, he will actively block his hearing and other senses. As long as it does not involve danger to him, his name and so on will basically remain at the level of ordinary people.

Bishop never claims to be a superhero.

Working hard and tired, he just focused on becoming stronger. On the way to becoming stronger, he killed some gangs or dark creatures and saved a group of people. That was all. He was not interested in taking the initiative to save people.

Dedication and greatness have nothing to do with him.

At most, he encountered it himself. He would only lend a helping hand when he was in a good mood or when he was in a bad mood and needed to vent.

It was the same this time. Coincidentally, he had just experienced a wave of strengthening, which resulted in him not being able to fully control his senses and not being able to block it. He heard it, which ruined his good mood. So it can only be said that the person who asked for help was lucky. And those trash guys are not in good shape.

I drove quickly, passed two streets, and finally found the source of the cry for help at a location dozens of meters away from a closed commodity store and supermarket.

It came from a dark alley. It was already late at night. The street was empty and almost no one was around. There were only a few lights on both sides of the street at the end of the street. Only one or two street lamps were emitting brightness, causing a large area of the area to be dark.

"Please, don't do this, let me go"

"You are the police, you can't do this, NO."

The crying female voice in the alley became louder and louder, and the sound of clothes being torn was also heard.

Bi Xiao glanced at the police car outside the alley, raised his brows, opened the car door and walked out, turned the corner and stepped into the alley. What he saw was unbearable. The picture of purpose brings the eye to the scene.

The alley is not clean and tidy. There are two large garbage bins at the entrance of the alley, which are filled with various plastic bags and garbage. The smell is extremely bad.

Seven or eight meters away, under the metal corridor with hanging walls, there are three. The policemen in police uniforms were tearing off the clothes of a black-haired girl who was about 1.6 meters tall. Her coat had been taken off, and her black sweater had been torn, exposing her shoulders and bra.

The girl was not strong, and was even thin. She struggled feebly, cried, and despaired, but this also made it easier to arouse the beastly desires of these villains.

Bi Xiao walked over with easy steps, but he was still spotted by one of the police officers. The three police officers were tall and tall. There were two white people and one black man.

The one who first noticed Bixiao was a white policeman. He was probably close to thirty years old. He turned around and looked at Bixiao with a ferocious expression and a tone full of violence:"You brat, this is not where you should be. This is not the place for you to be a hero and save the beauty. If you don’t want to die, get out of here."

This irony was also noticed by the other two police officers. One of them grabbed the girl's hands and held them behind her back. The other policeman simply pulled out a pistol from his waist. The black policeman who drew his gun yelled at Bishop, who was still approaching. :"Damn guy, stand where you are right now, or I'll shoot you in the head."

"Help me, no, no, run, sir, they will really kill you."

When the girl saw someone approaching, she immediately instinctively wanted to ask for help, but then realized that the person coming would be in danger. She immediately changed the subject and asked Bi Xiao to leave quickly. She did not want to let a good man be shot because of herself.

She knew very well that these few The villain police would actually shoot, and even kill themselves in the end, blaming this good man for their own death, thus adding another credit to their resume, no matter where they were, in that era. There are such people

"It seems that this time I came to the right place."

When Bi Xiao heard the girl's words, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that this girl was really kind-hearted, so this time he came to the right place. He likes to save such kind-hearted girls.

He turned his back to the only light source outside the alley. , step by step closer, these people in front of them can only see a black shadow

"You have tarnished the nobility of this profession."

His voice was bone-chilling.

"Damn Bichi, go to hell."The black policeman who drew his gun became angry and immediately pulled the trigger.

However, he was suddenly shocked to find that his body seemed to be out of control and was just stuck in place. Not only him, but also the other two policemen. After discovering this, what made the three policemen even more desperate and frightened was that the black policeman turned his gun and pointed it at the forehead of the white policeman next to him.

"John, what are you doing?"

The white policeman roared in fear.

But the black man shouted in despair:"NO, it's not me, I can't control my body."

"NO"The white man looked at the dark gun muzzle pointed at his forehead and shouted in despair. Unfortunately, with the crisp sound of the gun, the gun muzzle burst into flames of judgment of sin, and the bullet penetrated his head.

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