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Chapter 216 Powerful BGM

"Fifteen, sixteen..."

Du Mu walked up the stairs, ignoring the incoming bullets. Two armed men who had fired shots peeked out and their bodies tumbled down the steps.

As soon as I stepped onto the high-rise platform, a grenade came spinning into view.

Du Mu reacted quickly, catching the grenade and throwing it back. The grenade traced a straight line in the air, and the armed man who had just thrown it was still in the extended position after throwing when he was hit hard by the grenade and sent flying, landing at the feet of several armed men.

boom!!

With a loud bang, the Bomber used his ultimate to take down four of his teammates, wiping out the entire team.

"Twenty-one."

Du Mu walked through the smoke and dust, his steps unwavering, continuing deeper into the building, making no attempt to conceal his presence.

Perhaps Du Mu's actions were too obvious, because the remaining armed personnel dared not show themselves and huddled up, acting as potato mines.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that Du Mu had activated a full-map cheat, where everyone's precise coordinates were clearly marked on the minimap, making everything readily available.

Du Mu wasn't in a hurry. He took out a miniature speaker from the game inventory, hung it on his waist, and casually selected a song that sounded very powerful.

Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding... Ding, Ding, Ding...

Everyone else within a dozen meters of Du Mu could clearly hear a very oppressive background music playing, which made their hearts tremble and made the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive.

The armed personnel trembled upon hearing the music, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads. The relentless drumbeats, like ever-approaching footsteps, made them afraid to even breathe.

"Go to hell! You bastard!"

Two armed men who had been lying in ambush in the corridor suddenly jumped out from either side of Du Mu. Their movements were fluid: they raised their guns, jumped, and pulled the triggers.

boom!boom!

Two gunshots rang out, and two bodies fell from the sky, each with a large hole in its forehead.

Du Mu didn't look at the corpse. He stood tall with his hands behind his back and walked slowly down the corridor, exuding elegance.

As the background music grew closer, the armed men hiding in a room were terrified. They quickly set up their guns and aimed them at the door, ready to empty their magazines if Du Mu dared to open it.

Bang! Comment! Bang!

Three gunshots rang out, and before the armed men could react, bullets that had pierced through the door and walls struck them squarely in the forehead. Their bulletproof vests were completely useless; they didn't even need repairs and could be sold at the trading house.

An armed man, who was lying in the corner of the room like a pedicurist, stared wide-eyed, covered his mouth tightly, and frantically prayed that the other party would not discover him.

Crunch!

The door opened, a grenade was thrown in, and then the door was quickly closed and locked.

Foot-trimming Mouse:

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boom!!

Thick smoke billowed out from the crack in the door. The pedicurist cursed and swore, then filed a report and was reborn to start a new game.

Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding... Ding, Ding, Ding...

The oppressive background music continued.

The surviving armed personnel felt their hearts were about to explode, and they wished they could smash that damn speaker to pieces.

"Brothers! Let's fight him together!!"

One of the armed men finally couldn't take the pressure and leaned out of his cover.

boom!

The armed man immediately fell asleep, a relieved smile on his face.

He was relieved, but the other living people were devastated.

That masked figure was practically inhuman; they died the moment they showed their faces. Starting with zero frames, they were impossible to defend against!

I'm done playing!

Mom, I want to go home!

A few clever guys suddenly remembered something and quickly found motorcycle helmets to put on.

Since the other side is locking their heads, why don't they just protect their heads?

They are geniuses!

Wearing helmets, the few clever guys instantly felt incredibly safe. They were even willing to try fishing by the river, let alone face Du Mu.

So, full of confidence, they rushed out of their bunker and collapsed to the ground.

Du Mu was speechless: "Where did these bots come from? A level 2 helmet dares to block my level 6 bullets."

"Run!!"

As Du Mu drew ever closer, the armed men completely lost their composure. They frantically threw out all the smoke grenades they had, trying to escape into the smoke.

The grayish-white smoke instantly spread out, obscuring the view.

However, this layer of smoke had no effect on Du Mu.

Flames burst forth in the smoke, and figures fleeing within the smoke fell one after another; ultimately, no one managed to escape the smoke's reach.

There's no way to hide, and no way to run away.

The remaining few were driven completely insane by this despair.

Without even aiming, they pulled the triggers at the smoke, firing wildly until the magazines were empty.

Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding... Ding, Ding, Ding...

Desperately, the elegant masked figure strode out of the smoke, his body unscathed, with not a single wound or even a tangle of his clothes.

"Hahaha...

The armed men appeared to be laughing, but in reality, they were at their wits' end.

Destroy it already, I'm tired.

Du Mu did as they wished, giving each of them a level 6 bullet so they could make a comfortable retreat.

After eliminating all the armed personnel, Du Mu seemed to sense something and looked towards the corner, where a surveillance camera was being activated.

He waved at the monitor, then raised his gun and blew it up.

"Damn it! Who is this guy?!"

Inside the office, Kingpin stared furiously at the blacked-out surveillance footage.

Kingpin in this world has turned evil, black from head to toe.

He was once the uncrowned king of New York's underworld, a philanthropist by day and the fearsome Kingpin by night.

Most people have only heard of him by name, but have never seen him in person.

Because those who have seen him... cannot see his face in the dark, they can only see a set of white teeth.

Now, he is the ruler of these Salt Lake City ruins, controlling all livelihoods and deaths within hundreds of miles. His power has not diminished; in fact, it has become even greater, granting him life and death authority. Yet, he is not satisfied with this.

In the past, he controlled the most prosperous underground world of New York City. He stood on the top floor of a New York skyscraper every day, drinking fine red wine, eating steak, and showing off the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Occasionally, Spider-Man would come to his door and get beaten up. His life couldn't be more comfortable.

Now, although he has become a powerful figure in this wasteland world, feared and supported by many, the resources in the wasteland world are not as plentiful as in the peaceful world, and his quality of life has been declining.

Now he can't even drink high-end red wine anymore, because the red wine has long been divided up by other villains, and he can't buy it even if he wants to. At most, he can only drink the vintage from 2078.

Spider, I miss you!

Kim couldn't help but reminisce about the days when he beat up Spider-Man.

Perhaps out of longing for Spider-Man, Kingpin chose to keep Spider-Man's granddaughter, intending to create several black spiders.

Since we can't beat Spider-Man, beating his descendants won't hurt.

Kingpin had considered that Hawkeye, the biological father of Spider-Man's granddaughter, would come to rescue his daughter, and even set up defenses in advance, planning to take him down as soon as Hawkeye appeared.

But to his utter surprise, instead of Hawkeye, he encountered a dreadful figure like Du Mu.

In a very short time, a full fifty armed men were wiped out by a single enemy soldier!

"No, I don't know. There's no matching information in the database at all. This person seems to have appeared out of thin air," a subordinate beside him replied tremblingly.

"Could it be a superhero?" a man with a very large head wondered.

He is the hammerhead of this world, now subservient to Kingpin.

Kingpin gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible. Those superheroes from fifty years ago are all dead. Even if some escaped, they would be superheroes who are either powerless or completely useless, like Hawkeye and Wolverine."

"Besides, doesn't this guy look a bit like a superhero!?"

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Uh, it doesn't really look like it.

The Du Mu on screen exudes a more intense sense of oppression than Kingpin; some might even believe he was the mastermind behind the attacks on superheroes 50 years ago.

"Who cares who he is, just kill him!"

A man who looked like a rhinoceros took over the conversation in a low voice, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

He's Rhino, and like Hammerhead, he's now Kingpin's henchman.

King ignored the big, dumb guy who only knew how to fight and ordered his men, "Contact the president immediately! Tell him we suspect a superhero has appeared here and request emergency support!"

He wasn't stupid. Du Mu's fighting prowess was clearly not that of a normal person. Moreover, he was decisive and ruthless in killing, which alone made him far more dangerous than Spider-Man back then.

At least Spider-Man will only send him to prison, not to hell.

Hammerhead scratched his head and said, "But didn't you say he wasn't a superhero?"

"Idiot! To put it bluntly, why would the president send people to support us?!"

"That's right! It's always you, Kingpin, your head is full of bad ideas!"

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He felt utterly exhausted.

Back in the day, he had several super villain henchmen who would team up to take down Spider-Man every day, but now only these two clever guys remain.

Kingpin once again missed the Spider and decided that after he survived this ordeal, he would go to find the Spider's granddaughter and relive the scene of him pinning the Spider down.

"What are you looking at! Get up there now!"

Kingpin glared at his stunned subordinate.

"yes!"

The subordinate quickly nodded, turned around, and ran out of the office.

Bang! !

The next second, his subordinate slammed open the office door, crashed into the desk in front of Kingpin, his head lolled to the side, and he was dead.

Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding... Ding, Ding, Ding...

Accompanied by somber background music, Du Mu strolled into the office and glanced at the people inside.

Black and strong, with iron legs, a rhinoceros.

There are actually three supervillains here, what a pleasant surprise!

"Damn it! How did you find this place!?"

Kingpin looked surprised; this was a secret room, a place most people wouldn't know about.

And who installed this soundproofing? It's so damn good! I haven't heard the background music coming this way at all!

Du Mu chuckled: "I knew it was you the moment I saw that red dot on the minimap that was a size bigger than everyone else's."

Kingpin: "???"

He didn't know what it meant, but he sensed a strong sense of mockery, reminiscent of the style of a caged spider.

Spider, I miss you so much!

Kingpin narrowed his eyes: "Who exactly are you? We have no grudge against each other, why are you causing us trouble?"

Du Mu shrugged, his tone matter-of-fact: "Isn't that obvious enough? I'm a superhero, isn't it only natural for me to fight you supervillains?"

Three supervillains:

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Where is it obvious?!

"Attack together!"

Without further ado, Jin roared and unleashed an agility beyond his years, grabbing a specially made cane and charging towards Du Mu like a chariot.

The hammerheads and rhinoceroses in this world may not be very bright, but at least they are obedient enough.

Upon receiving the order, the two men, one on the left and one on the right, roared and followed closely behind, launching a fierce attack on Du Mu from both sides!

Du Mu stood still, completely unconcerned about the encirclement from three sides.

His current persona is that of a superhero, and it's common for supervillains to gang up on superheroes; otherwise, how would the superhero's power be highlighted?

Similarly, it's common for superheroes to gang up on supervillains; otherwise, how would the supervillains' charisma be highlighted?

In short, being ganged up on is not necessarily a bad thing.

This is a good thing!

call!

The next moment, Kingpin's specially made cane, accompanied by a fierce wind, slammed down on him!

Having struggled in this world for decades and dealt with countless non-human beings, he has developed his own set of universal laws.

Those who are good at fighting are often not smart; those who are smart are mostly not good at fighting; those who are good at close combat are often not good at ranged combat; those who are good at ranged combat are usually bad at close combat.

As for an SSR opponent who is both intelligent and skilled in combat, proficient in both close and long-range combat, Kingpin has not yet encountered one.

Otherwise, how could he have survived to this day?

Based on these universal laws, Kingpin confidently judged that Du Mu's previously displayed long-range firepower was so formidable that close combat must be his weakness!

The three on their side were all skilled in close-quarters combat.

Therefore, the advantage lies with me!

Kingpin mustered all his strength, and his seemingly bulky body instantly tensed up. The bulging muscles under his suit ripped the fabric, and this heavy blow was enough to shatter hard rock!

However, Du Mu simply raised his hand and easily caught the specially made cane.

No matter how hard Kingpin tried, the specially made cane remained completely still.

"What!?"

Kingpin's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill instantly shot up his spine to the back of his head.

Buhou!

It seems he drew an SSR!

Before Kingpin could make any other move, an unparalleled force surged through the staff, and his massive body, weighing over two hundred kilograms, was easily lifted off the ground like a rag doll, flying heavily into the hammerhead that was charging from the side.

The two screamed and rolled around in a heap, knocking over a metal cabinet against the wall, scattering all sorts of debris everywhere.

"Go to hell!"

The rhinoceros-man roared, lowered his body, and used the thick rhinoceros horn on his head as a spear to launch a savage charge at Du Mu!

Du Mu neither dodged nor flinched; he swiftly reached out with both hands and precisely grabbed the rhinoceros horn.

The next instant, the power attribute of over 100 burst forth, actually stifling the wild momentum of the rhinoceros, making it impossible for him to advance an inch!

Seeing the astonished look on the rhinoceros-man's face, Du Mu grinned, then lowered his arm and pressed down hard!

Bang! !

With a muffled thud, the rhinoceros-man's head was slammed into the ground by the immense force, his entire face smashing into the solid concrete!

The rocks shattered, dust billowed, and his charge came to an abrupt halt, leaving only his muscular body kneeling stiffly, his head pressed firmly into the center of the crater created by the impact.

Du Mu straightened up, placed one foot on the back of the rhinoceros-man's head, and slowly rotated his ankle, applying continuous pressure as he ground it down.

The rhinoceros-man let out a piercing scream, his head cracking as if his brains were about to be squeezed out, but he was no match for Du Mu's power.

Du Mu looked at Kingpin and Hammerhead, who were lying on the ground with terrified expressions, his eyes gleaming white, and said kindly, "Get up quickly. Actually, I hate violence the most. I promise I won't kill you."

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