American Comics: I! Abnormal Superman Really Want to Be a Good God

Natasha nodded and quickly drove away.

......

"What do they want from me?"

Tornado walked past the cashier and asked curiously.

"What else can we do? We can't just let these superpowered people roam around among ordinary people; we have to keep them under our control."

"It allows me to use superpowered individuals for my own purposes without worrying about them becoming uncontrollable and causing trouble."

Chen Hao said calmly, "This is the usual routine."

Iron Man, Hulk, Black Widow, Thor—weren't they all gradually recruited step by step like this?

"Oh, I see. Am I alright then?"

Tornado said with some concern, not because she was afraid of them.

It was just because she was afraid of causing trouble for Chen Hao.

"Don't worry, this world is very weak right now."

Chen Hao smiled indifferently and reached out to pinch her little face.

Mmm, it smells delicious!

He silently added another sentence in his mind: Except for the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, in Kamar-Taj.

However, considering the existence of the Ancient One, Chen Hao didn't think it was a big threat, since the Ancient One wasn't a villain.

But it is clearly foolish to place your hopes on others.

so! !

He resolutely went outside to lie down and bask in the sun...

He felt his entire body's cells greedily absorbing the sun's energy, and he thought that being Superman was the right way to experience it.

The grueling training and leveling up was clearly not for him, but luckily he was smart enough, hehe!

As time passed, he had already conceived the plot of Twilight in his mind and was preparing to write the script and sell it to a certain big director in Hollywood.

Let's start conquering Hollywood with Twilight!

The thought of a hot, youthful, beautiful, aloof, or noble superstar serving him diligently gradually twisted Chen Hao's smile into a grotesque grin...

night!

A summer breeze caressed their cheeks, gently dispelling the daytime heat, and the stylish men and women of New York began to enjoy their nightlife.

Wild! Romantic! Passionate!

Chen Hao neglected his duties and closed the shop early, taking Tatsumaki to enjoy the wonders of the other world. Tatsumaki, however, had no memories of One-Punch Man.

His painful past was naturally erased by the system; more realistically, he was just a tornado created by the system.

But there were also a lot of uninvited guests; their yellow skin meant they were easy to bully.

I had just walked onto a slightly secluded street when someone blocked my way.

"Hey buddy, can I borrow some money?"

Chen Hao looked up at the group of ignorant brats with great interest. You guys really know how to pick your people!

Looking around, lo and behold! They realized they'd wandered into Hell's Kitchen.

Chapter 10 Hell's Kitchen (Please give me some feedback!)

Seeing this, Tornado's eyes flashed with a cold light. These thugs really knew how to judge people; of so many people, they chose them.

The moment the tornado looked up, the thugs' eyes were glued to her, unable to look away.

The ringleader, in particular, was drooling with excitement.

They had never seen such a dreamlike girl in their eight lifetimes, as if she had stepped out of a comic book.

Did I just get incredibly lucky? No, no, no!

It is God who saw my wish today.

"Little sister, you're so pretty! Why don't you kick this weak pretty boy aside and be with your brother?"

The leader was already drooling with desire, rubbing his hands together with a lewd and disgusting expression on his face, looking like he wanted to devour someone!

"Hehe, little sister, why don't you come with our boss?"

"Yeah, look how scared this yellow-skinned kid is. This kind of weakling who doesn't even dare to fart is not good enough for you."

"Hey, you yellow-skinned kid, get lost right now. Our boss is in a good mood today, so he won't rob you. Consider your girlfriend a gift to our boss."

The remaining red-haired, green-haired, and purple-haired men laughed arrogantly and mocked Chen Hao, completely disregarding him.

These yellow-skinned kids are the richest and the most cowardly.

You can easily scare them into handing over their money.

So it's almost common knowledge that robbers target them.

"Have you finished? Then you can expect to spend the rest of your lives in wheelchairs."

Chen Hao said casually.

The thugs were already laughing out loud, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

It seems this kid doesn't realize how serious things are.

Let's teach him a lesson.

Give him a good lesson in life.

They laughed and joked, and 893, rubbing their hands together, eager to get started, surrounded them. 460

People around them stepped aside to watch the spectacle.

Anyone who wanders around Hell's Kitchen is either looking for thrills or a hoodlum; they're definitely not a good person.

He looked at Chen Hao, who was about to be in trouble, with a mocking expression.

It's such a pity about his girlfriend; such a beautiful girl is going to be ruined by a scumbag.

Just as Tornado was about to step forward and deal with these reckless thugs, Chen Hao reached out and stopped her.

"Darling, leave it to me."

Chen Hao smiled slightly and looked at the arrogant thugs with sinister smiles, deciding to test his powerful steel body.

"Oh ho? You're acting like a man. Too bad the brothers won't let you off the hook just because of your performance. Kid, you messed with the wrong people."

"A powerless nobody like you can't protect such a beautiful woman; she'll only bring you disaster."

The blond-haired leader chuckled and mocked.

No one can protect such a breathtakingly beautiful woman without strength; she belongs only to the strong.

"Fuck me!"

With his small eyes narrowed, Huang Mao waved his hand, signaling his underlings to teach Chen Hao a lesson.

but.

They were dumbfounded the next second.

The once arrogant underlings were now being humiliated and beaten to a pulp like idiots.

boom!boom!boom! !

Although he only spent one day in the sun, even Captain America Steve Rogers was no match for him, let alone these worthless bastards.

"So you're awesome just because you have a baton?" Chen Hao snatched the baton and swung it at the thug's shoulder.

Crack! It shattered!

"Ah!!! My shoulder!!"

The red-haired thug screamed loudly and began to wail, clutching his almost non-existent shoulders.

It was like his parents had died; even if his parents had died, he wouldn't have felt such heartbreak.

Seeing this, the green-haired guy next to him viciously picked up a baseball bat and slammed it down on Chen Hao, but Chen Hao immediately delivered a side kick!

Chirp! Thump!

To everyone's astonishment, Green Hair crashed into the wall not far away in an arc, then slid down like a dead dog.

The remaining purple-haired boy swallowed hard, staring at Chen Hao with a terrified expression, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Bang! !

Under extreme fear and pressure, he couldn't even hold the baseball bat properly, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

"Big...Big brother...please spare me! I have an eighty-year-old mother to support and a seven-year-old child crying for food. Big brother, please spare me!"

Zi Mao kowtowed repeatedly, pleading with Chen Hao to spare him with tears streaming down his face, completely disregarding his dignity.

Face? How much can that cost per pound?

The guy who was so arrogant just now is now lying on the ground, swimming around like a dead dog. How much pain must he be in?