From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

At the corner of the L-shaped corridor.

One side was blocked by countless armed thugs, while heavy footsteps could be heard from the other side.

Klingen turned his head slightly and saw a team of fully armed police blocking his way on the other side.

One of the white police officers, who was leading the group, had such a murderous look in his eyes that it almost pierced through the transparent visor of his riot helmet.

What exactly are they trying to do?

"Finally couldn't take it anymore?"

Klingen smiled calmly: "Are you here to quell the riots, or to eliminate me?"

"You shouldn't exist in this world."

Chief Smith had returned to the defensive line formed by riot shields, his gaze icy.

"You can arrest me if you want, but these people are innocent."

Klingan scoffed. "How much did they pay you to betray the badge on your chest?"

"..."

The officers present were all handpicked by Smith, and most of them were officers at the supervisory level.

But after hearing Klingen's words, many people still couldn't help but waver.

Indeed, they each had their own reasons; the pressures of life compelled them to capture Klingan.

The problem is that the education they've received and the beliefs they've always upheld are questioning them in their hearts.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Smith's face was ashen, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "They know about this, and if they get out alive, it will cause a lot of trouble."

"!"

Klingen was shocked by Chief Smith's shamelessness.

"To keep your official position, you actually dared to kill a civilian?"

Upon hearing this, the remaining citizens panicked and looked at Chief Smith in disbelief.

"No, we're here for a rescue."

Chief Smith said with a mixture of emotions, "These poor people were shot dead by those thugs."

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of gunfire rang out.

The thugs around the corner frantically pulled the triggers, and bullets rained down, piercing flesh and sparking against the wall.

In just a few breaths, almost all the citizens following Klingen were shot and fell to the ground.

This is a brilliant trap.

Unfortunately, they still made a mistake.

They underestimated their own strength!

Klingen suppressed his anger and lunged at the thugs in front of him.

These guys dared to shoot unarmed people; they don't deserve to be called human.

Enveloped in a thick fog, Klingen, like the Grim Reaper, charged into the midst of armed bandits amidst a hail of bullets.

The bullets had almost no effect on him; they only caused a splatter of blood when they hit him, which then quickly healed.

It couldn't even stop him from moving forward.

Some of the thugs hesitated for only a moment before Klingen grabbed their heads and crushed them with a single blow!

The gunfire from the other side grew increasingly chaotic and sparse.

Chief Smith clenched his fist in anger. "Damn it, is this guy even human?!"

Although we just saw that Klingen could take bullets with his body.

But even with so many guns at this moment, they were helpless against him.

Is this guy impossible to kill?

For a moment, Chief Smith was filled with deep doubt.

"It's alright, Smith."

Just as he was in a daze, a voice came from behind him.

Smith turned around and saw a fat figure with a cigar in his mouth.

It was an obese white man wearing an exaggeratedly oversized coat and with a thick, black cigar dangling from his mouth.

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said coldly, "Since a gun can't kill him, let's try something else. I've already prepared something good for him."

"What is it?"

"Make sure your people wear gas masks."

Upon hearing this, Director Smith suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and quickly made a call.

"Put on your gas masks, everyone, quickly!"

Just as the last officer finished putting on his mask, a thick green smoke suddenly billowed out of the opposite corridor.

The smoke was so thick and dangerous.

Smith could see figures being swallowed by the thick fog, suddenly collapsing to the ground, unable to rise again.

If you can't beat them, you resort to poison?

These guys are such jerks!

Klingen remained unfazed and turned to charge at Chief Smith and his men.

The exit was right behind them.

As long as they can stand here, Klingen can remain invincible.

……

Meanwhile, Ye Xiao's small shop on the street.

The restaurant has a large glass window on the outside, which offers absolutely no protection.

Many citizens rushed inside, huddling frantically in the kitchen and bar area.

"broken."

Will crouched against the wall near the door, listening to the explosions and gunshots outside, his expression grave as he gripped his pistol tightly.

When did it become legal to bring explosives to American parades?

The people in the restaurant were like startled quails, placing almost all their hopes on Will.

"Detective, is everything alright outside?"

"fine?"

Will gave a helpless, bitter smile: "They're going to come in and kill people in a minute, and you're telling me it's okay?"

Damn it, I have no idea what the police are doing.

Almost half an hour had passed, and the riot had not been suppressed. In fact, it seemed to be escalating, as if rioters from all over Seattle were involved.

Will even began to wonder if he should abandon these people and escape as soon as possible.

Outside were countless armed bandits.

Inside, there was only Will, and a Glock.

Will faces unimaginable pressure as he tries to save the entire restaurant.

However, just as he was pondering this...

Ye Xiao seemed unafraid, and walked to the sofa by the door, sitting down casually.

Will's concerns are indeed valid.

Those thugs outside finally got a chance to let things go, how could they possibly let it go?

Thugs want to rob, and the police want to catch Seattle Superman.

In comparison, Ye Xiao felt that he was still the more naive one.

He simply wanted to kill and loot the body.

A few of the bolder ones couldn't help but stick their heads out and ask.

"Detective, who...who is he?"

"A student."

Will responded irritably.

In this situation, what importance does Ye Xiao's identity have?

Unless he's the legendary Seattle Superman, they'll have a hard time protecting themselves and the restaurant's staff.

"What? A student? Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true. Would you like to see my student ID?"

student?

That's it!

Upon hearing this, many people who were not familiar with Ye Xiao showed expressions of worry.

They found it hard to believe that this seemingly strong Dongda student was capable of rescuing them from the thugs.

"Bang!"

A gunshot broke the silence in the restaurant.

Many of the people hiding inside showed expressions of fear.

It seemed like someone was calling for help, and soon the area outside the restaurant was packed with rioters.

They were dressed in rags, some carrying guns, others daggers or shovels.

A menacing gaze swept over them, excitedly surveying the group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the shop.