Dr. Night mixed with Marvel

Congressman Stan came to a residence. This was not his home, but a villa he bought for his lover.

Councilor Stan couldn't help but feel excited when he thought of those hot breasts.

He rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "My baby, I'm here."

Congressman Stan just opened the door and saw a black figure standing in the room.

Michael, wearing the Bat Armor, stared at Senator Stan.

"Congressman Stan, you're fine."

He kicked the unconscious student girl on the ground and couldn't help but sigh, this damn fat guy really knows how to play.

Senator Stan took out his pistol and pointed it at Michael tremblingly, exclaiming: "Who are you?"

Michael smiled and said, "You have forgotten me. You are such a noble person and forget things so much."

The other party's words were all mechanically synthesized, and Congressman Stan really couldn't understand them.

"Don't come over here, or I'll shoot."

Councilor Stan said bluffingly.

He has been using a loud voice to attract his bodyguards.

The two bodyguards outside the door heard the sound and rushed over immediately, pointing their guns at Michael.

"do not move."

Councilor Stan breathed a sigh of relief when he was protected by two bodyguards.

"You still have time to turn around now."

Michael chuckled, didn't care at all, and walked forward.

The two bodyguards fired decisively, but the shot on Michael's armor only caused a trace of sparks and did not leave even a scratch.

Michael walked up to the two of them and knocked out the two bodyguards directly. Anyone who continued to approach Senator Stan slowly.

Seeing that the bullets were useless, Congressman Stan ran out in a hurry and ran all the way to the yard, where he accidentally tripped and fell.

But he was too scared, so he crawled out until a pair of legs appeared in front of him.

Councilor Stan raised his head in horror and saw a man in bat armor lifting his leg without hesitation and stepping on it.

Representative Stan's eyesight dimmed, and then nothing happened.

Tristan returned home from the army happily. Just now he received news from his wife, who wanted to tell him good news.

Although he didn't know what it was, he was still looking forward to it.

As soon as Tristan walked into the house, he smelled the obvious smell of blood. He immediately became alert, took out his pistol and slowly walked into the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, what caught his eyes were the corpses of his brother and his wife.

"how can that be?"

He rushed forward like crazy, opened the quilt and found that the two of them were not wearing clothes, which made him even more unacceptable.

Michael walked in from outside and looked at the family with complicated eyes.

I originally wanted to leave after dealing with him and his brother, but I didn't expect to see two people doing exercises as soon as I came in. I didn't want to go to his brother's house anymore, so I killed them both directly.

"Thank me, I solved the cuckold for you."

Tristan raised his pistol frantically and fired randomly at Michael.

Michael smiled and said: "You are all cute, you always have to try it with a gun, otherwise you won't give up."

Michael also pulled out a gun and shot Tristan in the chest.

This shot penetrated Tristan's brain directly, and penetrated the wall behind him.

Michael chuckled, and then said: "Look, our equipment is not on the same level."

He was enjoying the fun of killing and venting his long-repressed emotions.

Valley

The tragic deaths of more than a dozen official personnel in a row, including those from three different classes: military, political, and business, soon aroused official alert.

Especially these people, all have a common identity, which made them even more nervous for a while.

The police investigated the case very quickly, but unfortunately they obtained very little information, and they are still confused.

With their energy, it is difficult to find out the connections behind these people.

"Marcus, what did you find?"

Mike came over and asked his companion.

Marcus pulled a bullet out of the soil and said, "This bullet is specially made and may provide us with some clues."

Mike took it and looked at it. He was very sure that he had never seen a bullet with such a pattern.

"Well, it's really special, but there's nothing on it."

Except for the naturally formed patterns on the side, there are no special symbols. The whole bullet is so smooth that the rope can be used as a necklace if it is threaded through it.

Marcus continued: "It penetrated the skull, penetrated the wall, penetrated a guardrail, and still has no deformation. This kind of bullet should be made of some special material. Let's go and see other scenes."

Soon, they arrived at Representative Stan's house again, looking at the dried blood and huge footprints on the grass.

Mike gestured and said, "These are not the footprints of normal people."

Mark looked at it and saw that some of the brains had not been cleaned up and were dried on the ground. This made him feel really sick.

But Marcus didn't care. He squatted down and looked at the footprints and said, "He crushed his head with one foot and left a flat shoe print. This shows that the opponent is strong enough and the soles of his feet are hard enough. He probably wore something." Plant armor.”

"Medieval warrior?"

"Maybe something more advanced."

"Iron suit? Don't be kidding me. Only superheroes have that kind of thing."

Marcus stood up and said seriously: "You guessed it right, and it's very possible."

Mike was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Don't be kidding, that's a hero, a superhero."

Marcus didn't speak, just patted him on the shoulder and walked into the house.

Looking at the eggshells falling in the room and the bullet holes in the wall, he said: "At that time, two bodyguards shot at the man, but the bullet not only did not enter the man's body, but also bounced out, so one man was shot Wounded by stray bullets.”

Marcus finally understood that he was really a superhero-level criminal.

"He can't really be a superhero, right?"

"I'm just saying that it's possible, but there are many people who have enough abilities but don't want to be heroes."

Marcus hesitated, then said, "We should call them super criminals."

"Supercriminal."

Mike chewed the word, and then said: "I think this kind of job should be done by superheroes."

"The threat and intimidation caused are too small, they won't take care of it, and even if they do, they don't know how to take care of it."

"Let's go."

"where to?"

Mike was a little confused.

But Marcus said: "Go to the police station and get information and a confession. This guy is not a psychopath. A living person should know something."

Mike followed Marcus into the car, and he muttered casually: "I don't think this guy's murder was random. He definitely had another purpose, otherwise there would be no survivors at the scene."

"Maybe he just wanted someone to witness his killing."

"No, this guy acted quickly and very rationally. He definitely didn't kill randomly."

Marcus looked at his colleagues and nodded excitedly. He was finally willing to take it seriously.