From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Gunfire erupted overhead, so intense it sounded like a battle.

McGee took a deep breath, his face growing increasingly excited.

He enjoyed killing; the smell of blood stimulated his nerves, giving him such pleasure that every pore of his body trembled.

An eerie laugh echoed in the basement, terrifying the poor people imprisoned around them.

McGee just wanted to get back to the ground as quickly as possible.

But at that moment, a thin figure blocked the stairs.

Is this tonight's appetizer?

With just one hand, McGee could snap the neck of such a skinny kid.

Coincidentally, Thomas thought the same thing.

His hand gripping the knife trembled violently, his clear black and white eyes were sharp, an indescribable power surged through his body, and his heart pounded uncontrollably, making him inexplicably excited.

It was as if he had used up all his strength.

Thomas lowered his legs, raised the knife high, and leaped up, pouncing towards McGee below.

McGee never expected that this brat would dare to attack him first.

He instinctively turned around, dodging a fatal blow.

But the sharp knife still managed to cut his thick arm, leaving a bright red wound on his dark skin.

So this guy was just a human after all.

Thomas's eyes turned red, and the violence and resentment in his chest surged even more fiercely. He continued to swing the knife and slash.

"You want to kill me?"

McKee's eyes widened in surprise, his madness intensifying until he finally grinned savagely, absurdity and violence surging uncontrollably from his chest.

In a flash, so fast that Thomas could barely react, a heavy punch landed on his stomach.

"vomit!"

Thomas's back lurched noticeably, and the sound of bones cracking rang out like firecrackers.

That single punch was enough to seriously injure him or even kill him.

McGee looked at Thomas, who was hunched over, with disdain and spat.

This kid doesn't really think he can defeat me just by relying on so-called courage and boldness, does he?

Can you really defeat yourself just by relying on so-called courage and boldness?

You're still too naive...

However, just as McGee was about to turn and leave, Thomas suddenly stood up unsteadily.

Although his face was pale, he still gripped the knife tightly in his hand, his eyes blazing with intense resentment.

McGee realized something was wrong, his lips curled slightly, and he adopted a wary posture.

However, the next second, Thomas charged forward again.

"Go to hell, you brat."

McGee snorted and punched Thomas in the face.

However, he did not expect that Thomas would not dodge or evade.

He endured the punch and plunged the knife into his abdomen.

"Hmm!"

McGee snorted coldly, a light sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead.

He suddenly looked up at Thomas and saw that the kid's head was dented, but he was still holding the knife tightly.

"Fine, you want to trade your life for mine?!"

"Aww!"

Suddenly, Thomas let out an inhuman roar, which inexplicably instilled a sense of fear in McGee's heart.

No, he seems to be a little dead!

Thomas's body was ice cold; this was definitely not a normal human body temperature!

McGee, who often eats people, even has a keen sense of smell for the stench that only the dead have.

What exactly is going on?

McGee started to feel a chill run down his spine.

But the next second, Thomas mechanically swung his arm, stabbing once, twice, three times...

McGee froze for a moment, then instinctively wanted to run away.

But then he realized that Thomas was holding him tightly from behind, making it impossible for him to escape!

In the basement cell.

The imprisoned women all stood up and clung tightly to the fence.

Seeing the miserable state of the devil, McGee, filled them with extreme excitement and tension.

Someone has come to rescue them!

Although it's hard to believe.

But reality has presented itself right before our eyes!

Will escaped into the basement amidst the chaos and hid in the shadows.

He gripped the pistol tightly, his heart pounding wildly.

Because the scene before us was just too bizarre.

That vicious murderer was actually held tightly by a teenager and stabbed to death.

Is it Seattle's Superman coming out to punish the villains?

Soon after, cheers and cries of women came from all around.

Will turned his head and saw that the villain had been beheaded.

The imprisoned women huddled together, grateful that they had finally escaped and were no longer living in the shadow of death.

"Don't move!"

Will rushed out and raised his gun, aiming at the figure standing in the center of the basement, holding a severed head.

"Don't worry, I'm a Washington State Trooper. As long as you cooperate with us, I will ensure your safety."

"Now please place the knife where I can see it."

Will didn't know if the Glock in his hand posed any threat to Seattle Superman.

But in order to solve the case, he still tentatively called out twice.

To Will's surprise, the man didn't react at all and just stood there quietly.

"gentlemen?"

Will sensed that something was wrong.

He slowly approached a few steps and realized that half of the man's face had been smashed, and even his throat had been severed.

From any perspective.

This person is completely dead!

But Will remembers clearly seeing himself cut off the killer's head.

A chill suddenly ran down my back.

Even the well-informed Will couldn't help but feel a little sad.

……

Dense gunfire and roars echoed through the camp, while the blazing flames pierced the night.

The thugs, their eyes bloodshot, gripped their pistols and furiously chased after Kenjiro Eto, who was not far ahead.

"These despicable rats must not be let get away!"

"Seize them and hang them all!"

Kenjiro Eto was panting heavily, his gaze unfocused, and his consciousness was beginning to fade.

To make matters worse, he was also shot in the arm, and thick blood stained most of his jacket.

Although Ye Xiao had just helped lure away some of the bandits.

However, Kenjiro Eto was still discovered and chased deep into the camp.

These ruthless thugs seemed to regard this place as a lawless zone, daring to attack federal agents like themselves.

Kenjiro Eto never imagined that there could be such a chaotic place in America.

"asshole."

As the crowd gradually closed in.

Kenjiro Eto gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay awake, and used his other hand to drag Beryl deeper into the camp.

However, a building soon blocked Kenjiro Eto's path.

Upon seeing the familiar building before him, Kenjiro Eto's already pale face became even more ghastly.

Damn it, how did I end up in this godforsaken place?

This place is full of the most vicious thugs!

This is terrible.

Pursuers were behind them, and they were blocked in front.

Kenjiro Eto was almost in despair and collapsed helplessly against the outer wall of the venue.

Am I really going to die here tonight?

For some reason, a series of thoughts began to flash through Kenjiro Eto's mind.

He held himself to elite standards from a young age, got into an Ivy League university, and was later recruited by the FBI. After rigorous training and assessment, he finally became an agent in the Washington area.

But are we going to die in the very first incident before we've even begun to realize our ambitions?

Damn it!

Eto Ken couldn't help but think to himself, "If only I were the legendary Superman."