From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

wrong!

Something's not right!

Noticing the serious atmosphere in the command room, Seth's entire body seemed to be screaming and trembling.

What does it mean to "discover a suspicious target and immediately make an arrest"?

Who are they waiting for by locking up rioters in their own communities?

Thinking about these two questions, an unbelievable answer suddenly popped into Seth's mind.

Is the police department planning to use this riot to lure out that Seattle Superman and then arrest him?!

Seth's eyes widened as he scanned his colleagues.

Seth knew the answer without saying a word from their averted gazes.

His neighborhood became a carefully designed trap by the police.

The police department condoned the rioters' looting and vandalism, luring Seattle Superman to appear.

Why?

Seth stared blankly at Chief Smith, so excited that he could only utter one word.

"Because he deserves to die!"

Chief Smith suddenly spoke, his voice sharp.

"Special measures must be taken to deal with such vicious thugs!"

"Fuck! Why don't you do this kind of thing in other communities?!"

Thinking of her lovely daughter Eileen, and Ye Xiao, who both lived there.

Seth lost control of his emotions and started yelling and cursing at the director.

"asshole!"

Chief Smith was furious and trembling with rage.

"Don't you know what's going on? There have been more deaths this month than in the entire previous year!"

"If we don't catch that guy, we'll all be fired!"

"But why resort to such despicable means!"

Seth, panting heavily, roared, "Aren't the people in my community American?!"

Who doesn't have relatives at home?

After meeting Ye Xiao, Seth lived a particularly comfortable life for a period of time.

My beloved daughter is no longer sullen or arguing with me, and she smiles more and more every day.

How could Seth possibly watch this beautiful moment perish in the flames?

"Does our community deserve to suffer like this? I must report and expose your crimes!"

Seth had barely finished speaking when he was met with a cold command.

"Someone come here!"

"Lock him up!"

No sooner had Chief Smith finished speaking than Supervisor Mike walked in with two officers, forcibly pinned Seth to the ground, handcuffed him, and put him into the police car used to detain criminals.

Sorry, bro.

Before closing the door, Mike said helplessly, "You know, I have three children to support, and I don't want to lose this job."

……

A convenience store in a Central Asian community.

Two black thugs armed with knives suddenly rushed in and began smashing and looting without saying a word.

"Fuck, all of you get down on your knees!"

"Anyone who dares to resist will be killed!"

The poor shop owner cowered behind the counter, praying that they would leave after looting.

The other customers either panicked and ran away or obediently lay down on the ground.

There was only a short young man wearing a hoodie, holding a bag of La Cheese, silently watching the vicious thugs.

"Oh? You dare glare at us? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Old Ghost, go up and stab him, let him know what's what."

Before he could finish speaking, the thug felt a gust of wind sweep past him.

Immediately afterwards, another thug, whom he called "Old Ghost," was thrown out of the store in an unbelievable manner, flying backwards right in front of him.

"WTF?!"

The thugs stared wide-eyed in disbelief, bewildered by what had just happened.

Fortunately, the thoughtful Klingen gave him a performance on the spot.

Suddenly, Klingen appeared in front of the thug, grabbed his head with one hand and pulled up his pants with the other, rolled him into a ball like a baseball, and threw him away heavily.

The panicked citizens, still confused about what had happened, clearly heard two screams.

The bolder shopkeeper peeked out and saw the hooded boy casually tossing out a three-dollar bill.

"Keep the change, please."

As soon as Klingen stepped out of the convenience store, he smelled a burnt odor.

Looking around, all I could see were thugs committing rampages and burning streets.

Gunshots, explosions, and screams mingled together, echoing under the inky black night sky.

Looking at this apocalyptic scene, Klingen couldn't help but feel angry.

"What are these guys at the police station even doing?"

"Can't even handle something this simple?"

Unexpectedly, despite my continuous crackdowns, the local criminal gangs still dared to be so rampant.

A surge of anger immediately welled up in Klingen's heart.

Looks like we haven't killed enough!

In an instant, a thick liquid, resembling black crude oil, flowed from Klingen's chest, slowly enveloping him and soon forming a black and white battle suit.

The originally short Klingen had now become incredibly tall.

"Help!"

Just after transforming, Klingen noticed a poor policewoman lying on the ground not far away.

Several thugs with lewd expressions surrounded her at the alley entrance.

Are they already unable to hold them off?

Without much thought, Klingen immediately rushed forward and quickly dispatched the thugs.

"My God, you really do exist!"

Officer Molly, who had previously served Ye Xiao, encountered a riot after returning to her community from get off work.

So she was busy sheltering and evacuating people, but she was almost attacked by thugs, and even more unexpectedly, she was saved by the legendary Seattle Superman.

Why are you all alone?

Klingen mimicked Ye Xiao's deep tone.

"I've already called for backup, they're probably on their way."

Officer Molly, remembering the police station's wanted poster, quickly said, "You're still wanted. It wouldn't be good if you were discovered. You'd better leave here right now!"

"Um?"

Klingen was surprised that the police would actually protect him.

But before he could react, a team of fully armed riot police officers suddenly ran up to him.

Upon seeing Klingen, Chief Smith, who was in charge, was overjoyed.

But instead of making any rash moves, he walked up to us in a friendly manner.

"You must be the legendary Seattle Superman, right?"

Chief Smith removed his helmet, revealing a seemingly simple, weathered Black face, and looked over with a smile.

"It's wonderful to have you here; we really need your help to quell the riots!"

In movies, middle-aged and elderly Black characters like Chief Smith are generally symbols of justice and wisdom.

But Klingen did not believe it easily, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.

These people were fully armed, clearly indicating that they came prepared, perhaps even excessively so.

A dozen or so police officers were wearing heavy bomb suits and helmets, and were also carrying a number of bomb shields and rifles.

With this equipment, no matter how many thugs come, they will be shot dead on the spot.

However, before taking any action, Klingen decided not to break off relations and remained silent, following by.

After walking along the central block of the community for a long time, the number of rioters around me decreased until they disappeared completely.

Until we arrived at the community center.

Looking at the empty square, Molly realized something was wrong, and an absurd idea suddenly popped into her head.

wrong!

Is Chief Smith trying to take down the thugs or eliminate Seattle Superman?