Superman's Journey

Chapter 18 Is this for martial arts training?
Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

A word of "really?" immediately made the thief feel like an enemy. He grabbed the banknote and stuffed it into his arms, then looked out vigilantly: "Who! Come out and speak!"

"Shouldn't it be you who came out to speak?"

One hand clasped the throat of the thief who stayed behind in the hospital so that he didn't dare to make any rash moves. Lincoln looked calm as if he was not the one surrounded by the crowd.

Hearing this, the thief finally reacted at this time.

Realizing that he had lost his composure in front of his subordinates, the thief kicked open the door angrily and walked out, and saw Lincoln surrounded by a group of people at a glance, and immediately became angry: "It's you, a short-sighted thing, who broke into my territory? "

"You took my things, how can you say that I broke into your territory, I just came to get my things back."

Lincoln chuckled, and with a random wave of his hand, the thief who was strangled by the neck was thrown out of the air, smashing a pile of rubbish in the corner of the yard with a bang.

One of the thieves in the group stepped forward to try to breathe, and then looked at the thief leader: "Head, he is still alive."

Hearing that his subordinate was still alive, the thief's face improved a little, but only a little. Facing Lincoln who rushed to his house, he couldn't possibly be willing to turn everything into jade with Lincoln because of this.

The little power that Lincoln showed made the thief look high, but now the courtyard is full of his hands, just like this, how could he lose!
Thinking of this, the thief was not in a hurry for a while: "Look at your posture, you are a practicing family, with a background in martial arts?"

Lian Jiazi?Martial arts?

Hearing the thief's words, Lincoln couldn't help but fell silent, but his silent attitude made the thief firmer in his guess, and his whole spirit became excited.

"I've heard that all of you martial artists can fight. I didn't have a chance before. This time, I want to see how good you are! Little ones, give me a shot and kill him!"

What an exciting ambition for a low-level samurai to steal and kill a high-level samurai!Just thinking about it made the thief tremble all over.

However, being completely immersed in his own world, he didn't notice Lincoln's changed eyes at all.

Power should be limited. Lincoln recognized this sentence very much, so he has always imposed this kind of restriction on himself to prevent himself from completely degenerating into a superhero in the comics.

But at some point, this restriction will be lifted, such as now, when a group of people want to surround and kill him.

The thief thought he was a martial artist, but to put it bluntly, the martial arts of those Lianjiazi were not seen by Lincoln at all.

Who is he, Superman!Still a Superman who has been in the sun for so long!

For such a long time, his body has already been strengthened to an incredible level, which does not only refer to physical fitness.

The human body structure determines their weaknesses and strengths. The so-called martial arts are nothing but routines and techniques for attacking weaknesses.

Lincoln, as a superman with a super brain, blocked the opponent's attack and attacked the weakness, even if he let the body's instincts figure it out, it would crush ordinary human beings.

Humans have limits, but Superman doesn't.

I don't know whether it was the sticks in their hands or the crowd that gave them courage. After a loud drink, the three hands who only dared to thieves on the street rushed towards Lincoln like red-eyed wild dogs.

But in the next moment, they understood that there was a gap between human and non-human.

Lincoln didn't make any extra moves, he just stretched the biological force field a little silently, and then everyone was horrified to see that the thrown knives, guns and sticks bounced back as if they had hit a transparent wall of iron.

Under this powerful reaction force, their palms were numb with pain, but Lincoln moved at this moment.

His figure was as light as a gust of wind, and everyone saw only a phantom flickering, and then there was darkness before his eyes, and he lost all control over his body and fell to the ground.

Only three seconds passed from the time the thief spoke to the end of the battle.

The battle ended so quickly that it was more appropriate to call it a crush. It wasn't until the last standing thug fell to the ground staggeringly that the thieves gave a quick blow.

In front of him is a group of subordinates who don't know whether to live or die. The thief's previous spirit has been extinguished at this time, and there is not even a spark left.

Looking at Lincoln, his thighs trembled, and there was only one thought in his mind-this fucking is for practicing martial arts?When did martial arts become so powerful?Am I abandoned by the times?

"You, you" the thief looked at Lincoln, so scared that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He had the expression of a loved one passing away on his face, and the forced smile was uglier than crying. He raised his hand and swung it on his face: "I really don't know two to five or eight thousand, me, me."

"Leave me alone." Lincoln looked at the thief head flatly, as if looking at a dead person without any expression: "You owe me the money, you should pay me back."

"Okay, okay." The thief nodded vigorously, reached out and took out the banknote and handed it to Lincoln, his feet were so weak that he even knelt down.

"Are you bluffing me?" Lincoln didn't even look at the banknote in his hand: "This is a US dollar bill from 1940, how old is it now? You took my US dollar worth five hundred oceans, and now you are using fake ones to fool me ?”

"Five, five hundred oceans?!" Hearing Lincoln's words, the thief was stunned. He looked at the banknote in Lincoln's hand, and then at Lincoln with a serious face. At this moment, he finally came to his senses.

What the hell is Xiaosi fishing for a big job, this is a game set up by others, and it costs a total of five hundred oceans!
What is the concept of five hundred oceans?In this day and age, as long as you don't touch pornography, gambling and drugs, this money is enough for a family of five to live in Beijing for five years.

Even if he is the thief in this area, the wealth he has accumulated over the years is only five hundred dollars, and the thief even suspects that Lincoln has already set his sights on his family wealth, so he set up this trick.

He was full of resentment in his heart, but facing Lincoln who had knocked down dozens of people by himself, no matter how unwilling and angry he was, he could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

He didn't even dare to bargain, for fear that Lincoln would change his mind and beat him to death on the spot, and there would be no chance of spending money to buy his life.

With blood dripping from his heart, he took out the wealth he had accumulated over the years, feeling resentful in his heart: Wait, wait, I must find someone to kill you.
wow~ wow~
Five hundred oceans, most of which are stored in banks, only deposit notes are given, and only a few dozen dollars are in cash, but even so, the sound of collisions from these oceans is crisp.

"Thank you."

"No, you're welcome." The thief, who thought he had escaped by chance, couldn't help but relax, and then saw Lincoln shaking his head slightly.

"You misunderstood. What I said thank you was thank you for helping me take out the money, saving me from looking for it myself."

Hearing this, the thief opened his eyes wide in horror, and pointed at Lincoln in disbelief: "You! You!"

"Killers, people will always kill them." Lincoln's flat voice rang in his ears, and then he heard the sound of his neck bone breaking under the strong pressure, and his eyes gradually became confused.

"I thought you knew."

(End of this chapter)