Marvel's Super Savior

In the next few days, Mephisto never found Richard again, and Richard put on his makeup every night and went out to execute justice and earn justice points. However, I found that the gains were getting less and less every day. Not everyone who met Richard would quit obediently. Many hard-nosed gangsters and gangsters were beaten by Richard until they cried for their fathers and mothers, and had their hands and feet amputated by Richard. There are also many scumbags.

In another dimly lit room, a burly white man with a half-bald head and tattoos slapped the table in front of him hard.

"No one has ever dared to deal with our Viper Gang like this, no one!" The big man gasped and said to the few submissive men in black suits standing in front of him.

"I don't ask what method you use, I want him to die! If you can't bring his head back tomorrow, you can just hold the stone and take a dip in the Hudson River! Get out!"

At 1 o'clock in the morning that day, Richard stood high up in Hell's Kitchen, looking at the peaceful and strange Hell's Kitchen, and let out a sigh.

"Business is getting worse and worse. I only made 100 points yesterday. Today is good, I haven't made even 1 point. How come I'm getting further and further away from ten draws in a row?" Richard thought with a wry smile.

"It shouldn't be. Aren't the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen all very tough-tempered? How come no one has done bad things recently?" Richard decided not to wait. "Let's find some gangsters to deal with it tomorrow and find out where their lair is." Richard thought.

Wandering on the deserted street, the dim lights flickered and Richard stopped.

A harsh sound of brakes came from in front of Richard. Several suit thugs wearing black suits and sunglasses got out of the car with pistols, and four similarly dressed people gathered behind him. One of them even Holding an M4 automatic rifle.

"Hey! Battle Angel! You save others every day, let's see who will save you today?" said the thug holding an M16 automatic rifle.

"Really, don't call me Battle Angel. This title is too inferior. It's better to call me Demon Hunter, or Dante. I hate the title Battle Angel so much." Richard said, covering his forehead.

"Shoot!!" The thug shouted directly without answering.

Richard quickly rushed to a small alley nearby. Although he knew that he should not be afraid of bullets, bullets hitting his body would still be very painful. It was better not to be shot if he could avoid being shot.

Unexpectedly, several thugs in suits also appeared in the alley, pointing the pistols at Richard and saying, "Hey! Do you think we won't prevent you from escaping?"

Richard smiled and said, "Who told you bastards that I was going to run away? Who do you think I am?!" After speaking, Richard clenched his right hand forward, and the proud sword instantly appeared in Richard's hand.

This is a system function that Richard only discovered after he got the Pride Sword. It is a system space that can store some system items and magic items. Ordinary items cannot be stored and will be destroyed directly, but items produced by the system and magical items can.

"Shoot!" Several thugs saw such a strange situation and shouted directly.

Richard paid no attention to the incoming bullets. His eyesight 19 times that of ordinary people allowed him to easily observe the trajectory of the bullets. The proud and huge sword guarded him like a shield. A few meaningless bullets The stray bullets were knocked away by Richard. After a clanging sound, Richard walked up to several thugs. He used the proud sword in his hand as a baseball bat, and with one swing, the thug in front of him flew towards the wall behind him as if he was hit by a truck. With a click, his whole body was embedded in the wall, and he probably wouldn't survive.

Then he kicked a thug next to him with his right foot like a football. The thug flew more than ten meters away and fell into a trash can with a clatter. He struggled for a while and stopped moving.

"Yeah! The ball went in, full score!" Richard said with satisfaction.

The remaining thug was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. He fired while shouting, "Get away! Stay away from me, you monster!" And Richard did not defend himself against his powerful bullet that was deflected by fear. , walked up to him, looked at him condescendingly, with an expressionless face, a windbreaker like blood, and the red light in the eyes of the skeleton demon with a big sword seemed to be looking at a dead man. The thug held the pistol that had been empty of bullets and continued to press it weakly, while Richard raised the proud sword in his hand and chopped off the thug's head with all his strength!

"Ah~!!!" The thug screamed miserably, and a pool of yellow liquid flowed out from his crotch. He rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Tch~ What a coward. He still wants to be a gangster. He can't stand even a little scare." Richard rolled his eyes.

There was the sound of pattering footsteps at the entrance of the alley behind him, and several thugs on the street were about to enter.

Richard turned around and stood still, "Hey!!" He flew out instantly, like a bullet from the barrel, and the three thugs who had just reached the entrance of the alley were knocked away by the huge oncoming impact and flew more than ten meters away. , I don’t know whether I am alive or dead. Richard stood still, slapped his feet at the two thugs on the left, and kicked them directly to the ground, with his entire waist embedded in the floor. Then he turned around, kicked from bottom to top, and kicked a thug on the right into the air. He turned around and kicked the thug again. The thug was like a kite with a broken string, flying to a street lamp on the opposite side of the road and hanging on it. .

After saying so much, it actually took no more than a few seconds. The remaining two thugs glanced at Richard and then at the miserable state of their accomplices around them. Their legs trembled, and they threw their weapons aside and knelt on the ground.

"Please... for the sake of God, please spare my life. Really, I swear that I really believe in God. I had no choice but to join the gang. I have three children. They can't live without me. Really." "..." One of the thugs trembled.

"Mr. Dante, I believe in devils. I used to believe in Lucifer, but from now on I will believe in you." Another thug looked at Richard's weapon and smiled flatteringly.

"Oh? Really? But I am a non-believer. What should I do if I don't believe in God or the devil?" Richard said with a bad smile.

"Then you go to hell! Monster! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" The thug who believed in demons suddenly picked up the M16 automatic rifle next to him and pulled the trigger crazily at Richard. Bullets rushed towards Richard like a rainstorm, and Richard was driven back by the bullets. "Click, click, click" the bullets were fired, and Richard finally fell on his back.

"Huh!" The thug holding the gun took a deep breath, collapsed on the ground, and the automatic rifle in his hand slipped down.

"You broke my clothes, really. Didn't your mother tell you not to destroy other people's things?" Richard's voice slowly sounded.

Richard stood up, patted his clothes, frowned and looked at the windbreaker with numerous bullet holes on his body. "Being hit by dozens of bullets consumes less than 1 point of magic power. If I am not standing and being shot, thermal weapons will not do much harm to me. At my speed, I will not be hit normally." Li Cha thought secretly. "But it still hurts a little bit."

The pupils of the shooting thug slowly became larger, and his body began to crawl backwards. "Weird...monster...you monster!"

Richard looked at the two thugs. The one who believed in God probably didn't understand what was going on, and was still kneeling on the ground shivering. Richard walked up to the thugs who believed in demons and said: "Those who believe in God want to go to heaven after death, but you believe in demons because you want to go to hell after death, right? I happen to be relatively close to Mephisto, where are you? You should get preferential treatment for mentioning my name." He raised his right foot and stepped on it expressionlessly.