From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Loud gunshots, accompanied by terrified screams, rang out from the broken windows of the community center.

The group stood on the street outside, looking solemnly at the dimly lit community center building, their feelings a mix of emotions.

In such a chaotic environment, coupled with a lack of sufficient information.

If they rush in rashly, they could very well suffer heavy casualties tonight.

But the screams inside were incessant, and through the windows, one could even see many bandits committing violence.

"We received reports that many people were trapped inside."

Chief Smith glanced at Klingen, his tone softening with a hint of pleading.

"Since you're the legendary Superman, can you help rescue them?"

"..."

Klingen silently looked at the tall, elderly black man in front of him and felt that something was very wrong.

But the situation was urgent, and given his extraordinary powers, he agreed.

You seem a little worried about me.

Chief Smith suddenly drew his pistol, looking resolute and determined.

"How about this, I'll go in with you, okay?"

"Just the two of us."

Did I see it wrong?

Klingen gave Chief Smith a complicated look.

As a young boy, he couldn't tell whether the person was acting or genuinely expressing their feelings.

If I can't figure it out, I'll just stop thinking about it!

Even if the old black man was in cahoots with those bandits, he couldn't do anything to Klingen.

"Please, Mr. Superman."

Smith walked to the door first, waving his hand: "Are you really not as good as this old, dying bone of mine?"

Klingen showed no fear, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

As soon as I entered, two thugs attacked me.

Just as Chief Smith was about to raise his gun, a shadow suddenly darted out from beside him.

Two screams rang out, and before the two masked thugs could even shout, Klingen broke both their legs and sent them crashing to the ground.

What incredible reaction speed!

For a brief moment, Chief Smith thought he was watching the latest Marvel movie with his grandson.

But before he could recover from his surprise, he heard a series of noisy footsteps coming from upstairs.

"Fuck! Someone broke in!"

"That damn bastard! Kill him!"

"Damn it, die, you son of a bitch!"

Soon after, six or seven thugs appeared on the stairs, setting up their long and short guns and aiming them over.

Got it!

At that moment, Smith's heart sank to the bottom.

He longed to move his feet and perform those graceful rolls he had in his youth.

But his aged body wouldn't obey him, and his taut nerves momentarily panicked, leaving him stunned in place.

"Bang bang bang!"

The pitch-black stairwell was instantly illuminated by the blinding flashes of gun muzzle flashes. The dense gunfire pierced the ears, and the deadly whistling bullets rained down like a storm, striking the ground and walls with a "crackling" sound.

In a fit of extreme fear, Chief Smith instinctively widened his eyes.

However, after a brief moment of panic, he discovered that he was completely unharmed!

It's that amazing Superman again!

He stood in front of Chief Smith, not only blocking all the incoming bullets, but also stepping towards those people!

This scene was beyond Smith's comprehension.

Klingen was like an immortal monster.

Bullets splattered blood as they hit his body, but they couldn't stop him at all.

"Damn it! Fire! Fire!"

"Don't stop, aim for his head!"

"Damn it, how come he's so hard to kill?!"

The initially intense gunfire quickly turned into chaos, interspersed with screams of terror.

These thugs had consumed large quantities of American cocoa beforehand.

But reality delivered a shocking blow, actually overcoming the control of the medication.

Deep within their minds, nerves screamed warnings of an incomprehensible existence, activating the fear etched into their very bones.

Some people couldn't withstand the pressure and collapsed, scattering and fleeing.

Meanwhile, another group of people had their legs and arms broken one by one, writhing and groaning on the ground like maggots.

As Seattle's police chief, Smith disagreed with the Blue Party's argument for lenient law enforcement, believing that the police should use swift and decisive measures to intimidate criminals.

But after witnessing this bizarre scene...

He had a vague feeling that he hadn't been fast enough or ruthless enough in drawing his gun before.

"What's wrong?"

Klingen stood in the hallway, turned around, and the gaze emanating from behind his mask revealed no emotion.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"

"No, you did a great job."

Chief Smith couldn't help but feel his calves trembling, and large beads of sweat kept pouring down his forehead.

"Then let's continue."

On the second floor of the community center, there is a large hall that also serves as a place of worship.

The imam and a group of citizens were trapped inside, helplessly and panicked, locking the gate, fearing that the rioters outside would break in.

This specially designed gate gave them immense confidence.

Logically speaking, unless those thugs used heavy firepower like RPGs, it would be absolutely impossible for them to break in.

However, the thick smoke and flames are worrying.

The bandits have started setting fires everywhere. If they don't escape soon, they may be trapped here and die.

However, right after a burst of chaotic gunfire, a loud thud came from the blast door.

The imam and the others stared in astonishment at the protrusion on the door, their minds blank.

Oh no, have those thugs started using heavy firepower?!

Many immigrants from the Middle East even recall the bombings that were common in their homelands.

Damn it, is this still America?

"Quick, block the door! Otherwise, we'll all die!"

Several strong men, carrying tables and chairs, rushed to the door and frantically tried to reinforce this last line of defense with everything they could find.

However, another muffled thud was heard soon afterward.

To everyone's surprise, the thick bolt on the door had become twisted, and the heavy door had been opened a crack.

A muscular figure dressed in a black bodysuit appeared outside the door.

Before they could even react...

Suddenly, the mysterious man stretched out his hands, his muscles bulging.

The metal door creaked under the strain, and he managed to pry it open, creating a passage large enough for two people to pass through.

Allah above!

Not to mention the experienced old imams, even the immigrants who fled the war in the Middle East had never seen such an outrageous scene.

This doesn't make sense, does it?

Did America really find Captain America?

The godlike Klingen stood at the doorway, staring at the terrified and bewildered crowd.

Soon, when Chief Smith appeared outside the door, everyone was finally relieved.

"Don't worry, everyone, we're here to help you."

Chief Smith quickly took charge of directing the group.

"It's safe outside for now, hurry up and escape through this staircase."

A chaotic crowd, amidst flames and smoke, thronged away down the stairwell.

Just as the last group of citizens was about to leave, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out from both sides of the first floor.

The crowd panicked even more, causing many people to stumble and fall.

Klingen looked at him with a somewhat grave expression.

In the dim smoke, countless figures were hidden in the darkness.