Superman's Journey

Chapter 180 NYPD!

Looking at the big yellow dog on the throne accepting and holding the authority and power belonging to Satan, the eyes of all the demons except the cowardly demon king were a bit complicated.

The little hell lords standing on Lincoln's side did not expect that Lincoln actually did what he said and pushed a dirt dog to the position of Satan, the lord of hell, while Mephisto, whose lifelong dreams and pursuits were shattered, Feel the magic of magic.

Thinking that they have been born in hell for tens of thousands of years, they have worked hard and used all means to get one step closer to the distant satanic throne.

Like the villains in fantasy works, they work hard, have lofty goals, and move forward firmly for this goal.

But in the end, in the end, he was defeated by a fucking dog? !

Years of dreams and pursuits were shattered at this moment. Looking at the power gathered on Rhubarb, Mephisto's eyes were filled with empty despair at first, and then, he began to become more ferocious and crazy.

Can not accept!He absolutely could not accept the fact that he would lose to a dog!
The cunning seemed to disappear at this moment, and what surrounded him at this moment was madness and despair so thick that it was almost as substantial as it was.

His thoughts gradually became chaotic, and the out-of-control magic power began to erode his body. The once cold, cunning, cruel Mephisto, who used to do anything to achieve his goals, gradually disappeared.

Instead, there is a hell lord who has completely fallen into madness because his dream was shattered.

The eerie aura emanating from him made the little hell lords who were watching from afar shiver. Even the arrogance in the sky couldn't help but retreat at this moment.

He is extremely arrogant and cannot accept a dog sitting on a high position above his head, but Mephisto has been completely blackened now, and he doesn't mind letting this guy die in front of him.

"kill you, kill you"

The vague voice lingered like the ravings of the ancient gods, and the pair of gray-black eyes revealing dead silence stared at Rhubarb and Lincoln's voice: "That's mine, mine!"

His cathartic roar burst out suddenly, and in the next moment, like the Iori in the King of Fighters game, he leaped towards Lincoln from a distance across a black arc.

Mephisto looked at Lincoln with extreme killing intent in his eyes, and the magic power reverberating in his palm was so violent and terrifying.

But facing this terrifying blow, Lincoln just dodged slightly, raised his legs, and stomped heavily!
boom!
The black figure, which was too fast to be seen in the air, fell to the ground in an instant, and Lincoln's feet stepped on his back, as easily as a mountain suppressing a bug with its arms like a cart.

He looked down at Mephisto, who was still twisting and struggling on the ground, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "What a poor Mephisto, you could have become Satan, but unfortunately, you met me."

"As the lord of hell, shouldn't you already be used to killing, destroying and destroying other people's dreams? Why do you have to act like an impotent and furious giant baby when it's your turn now? "

"Oh~ maybe you're not a qualified hell lord, and you're just a piece of garbage piled up by relying on low-level means to gain power."

As Lincoln spoke, he stepped harder and harder.

The hell, which should have been extremely fragile, was extremely hard at this time. Mephisto's body was crushed inch by inch, but the ground did not show the slightest deformation.

In front of all the surviving demons, Lincoln's feet finally stepped firmly on the ground.

And Mephisto, who was completely pierced through the chest, also turned into a corpse on the ground that could never be resurrected.

cunning?Blackening?These are meaningless in the face of absolute strength, and the strength displayed by Lincoln makes the arrogance in the distance frightening.

At the moment when the throne was taken away, he also wanted to rush up to fight Lincoln to the death, but now, Mephisto, who died silently on the ground and didn't even cause any movement, made him feel intimidated.

Even if it is gluttony, he can die magnificently, but Mephisto turned into an inconspicuous point in hell like a bug, he didn't want to do that.

Arrogant hesitated, Lincoln's gaze had already turned to him: "Look, what did I find? A wild hell lord!"

The frivolous voice made arrogance covered in hairs. He subconsciously wanted to make a move, but the sudden timidity completely imprisoned him in place.

Lincoln's voice floated in front of him, and he stretched out his palm to press his heart: "It's really an insurance measure, it actually binds the source of life and the heart that can move anywhere in the body, unfortunately, you met me. "

Looking at the palm imprinted on his chest as light as nothing, Arrogant wanted to scream loudly at this moment, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that this was already impossible.

His pupils widened as he watched his chest being pierced through like a phantom, and the bright red heart like a crystal ruby ​​was ripped out.

Until this moment, Arrogance felt that death was approaching ever. His eyes were full of desperate pleading when he looked at Lincoln, but this couldn't stop the gem fragments from falling to the ground one by one.

It was another force that fell into the dimension of hell, and the power that Rhubarb possessed became even stronger.

Wang Wang Wang!
After eliminating the last hell lord who was against him, Lincoln began to look elsewhere, but Rhubarb's voice caught his attention.

He came to Rhubarb, and then saw a special soul emerging in front of him.

"Interesting, interesting!" Looking at the soul in front of him, Lincoln couldn't help showing a smile, and when he searched the memory of the soul, he became more and more excited: "I see!"

He patted Rhubarb's dog's head, holding the soul in his hand, and the long-standing power in his body began to penetrate into the world beyond hell, until at a certain moment, he opened his eyes: "I found it!"

Whoosh!
Lincoln's figure disappeared, and the rhubarb on the throne looked stupid because Lincoln didn't bring it.

Wang Wang Wang!Wang Wang Wang!
At this moment, the voice of exasperation lingered in hell for a long time.

Bang!
The streets and alleys of New York in the twentieth century were not prosperous, and they even showed a different kind of filth at night.

And in this quiet alleyway with occasional dripping water, a fiery flame suddenly emerged, and when the flame dissipated, Lincoln walked out of it.

The sudden flames and Lincoln walking out of the flames unscathed caused the homeless man curled up in the alley to widen his eyes, looking at him with a look of fear in his eyes: "The devil! The devil has come to the world!"

He yelled loudly, directly abandoned his luggage, and ran out of the alley in a hurry, bumping into Logan who came out of the bar too drunk: "Devil! Devil!"

Subconsciously holding the homeless man's arm, Logan looked at the homeless man who was in a state of embarrassment and was a little unstable, and then looked at the somewhat dark homeless man, and his brows frowned.

He suspected that in front of him was an addict who was high on drugs, and he might have seen some hallucinations after taking the drugs.

Thinking of this, Logan turned around and was about to leave, but the tramp who fled in a hurry grabbed Logan with his backhand as if seeing a savior, pointed at the alleyway and shouted: "Devil! I saw a devil coming out of the flames Already!"

Logan:? ? ?
He became more and more confused, but also curiously followed the tramp's guidance to Xiangxiang.

Before he could walk in, Lincoln walked out of the darkness first, and faced each other unexpectedly, causing Logan to stretch out his sharp bone claws under stress.

Seeing this moment, the homeless man who was already terrified immediately shouted as if he had seen a ghost: "Mutant! Mutant!"

Looking back at the homeless man who was screaming and running away, Logan looked at Lincoln again: "Who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Lincoln." Lincoln smiled slightly: "Nice to meet you, Logan."

"You know me?" Logan slowly retracted his bone claws, and looked at Lincoln with some doubts: "I don't remember seeing you."

"Undead mutant, there are too many people who know you." Lincoln did not answer Logan's question, but instead said: "It seems that you are not called Wolverine now."

"Wolverine?" Logan frowned again, he thought Lincoln was very strange: "Are you a mutant too?"

"No, I'm not a mutant." Lincoln shook his head, "Mutants have limits, but I don't."

"Okay, another fucking idiot who believes he's a dick." Hearing this, Logan shrugged and turned to leave, but just as he turned around, a helpless expression appeared on his face : "Fuck!"

The tramp who fled in a hurry rarely ran to a street he had never been to in the past night. He was wrapped in wrinkled clothes, his hair was messy, and his eyes were cloudy.

After being stimulated by Lincoln and Logan, he felt a little bad now. When he saw a police car inside, he hurriedly shouted and rushed over: "Help me! Help me!"

The voice of the homeless man instantly aroused the vigilance of the police. They skillfully grabbed the pistol in their hands, aimed at the homeless man and shouted: "NYPD! Put your hands up where I can see them , Lie on the ground!"

Bang!
The homeless man, whose mind was still a little confused, was firmly pressed to the ground, his cheeks rubbed against the cold ground, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, and the pain made his brain finally clear for a while: "No! You can't arrest me, I am the victim By!"

"Stop talking!" The New York policeman behind him sneered: "Look at your appearance, I bet you must have taken drugs within half an hour! You are a psychopath trying to attack the police!"

tramp:? ? ?

Am I fucking sick or impatient?Dare to attack you policemen who can empty their magazines at the slightest disagreement?
The homeless man who was escorted to the police is still working hard: "I admit that I did smoke a little, but it was just some marijuana! Some marijuana! I saw a demon coming out of the fire, and there was a man who could see it between his fingers. Guys with those bone knives, they must be mutants!"

"Stop talking!" A policeman sneered: "You don't take the comics seriously, do you? How can there be mutants in this world?"

The world of the X-Men is a special one.

In the Marvel world, there are no Marvel comics, only DC comics; DC's world is just the opposite.

However, in the world of X-Men, there are comics about mutants, and they have been released to the public as early as this time and have a lot of readers.

The cartoons of mutants implanted the concept of mutants and their "evilness" into the people of this world, which became an inducement for human beings to hate and be hostile to mutants.

But it's too early now.

Not long after the end of World War II, the world is in the midst of bipolarity, and people tend to pay more attention to the two-level hegemony than to other things.

Coupled with the underdevelopment of technology and the scarcity of mutants, even if mutants appear, they will only be regarded as the illusion of some guys who read comics and are bewildered.

No one believes that mutants really exist in the world, any more than they believe that Dr. Manhattan actually exists.

Compared to believing the mutant in the mouth of the homeless man, the two policemen are more willing to believe that the guy behind is a lunatic who is high and ready to attack the police.

The two policemen in front of him didn't believe his words at all, and wanted to take him back to the police station. The homeless man felt a bit of regret in his heart.

If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have come to these unreliable New York police officers.

But now, he has no other way out.

He shouted even louder: "Really, it's really a mutant! I saw it with my own eyes, right at Maria's bar!"

brake!
The moment the homeless man finished speaking, the police car stopped suddenly, and then the two police officers turned to look at him: "Is that Maria's Bar on Blanche Street?"

The homeless man was a little confused, and nodded: "Yes, that's the one."

As soon as the words came out, the two policemen looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Maria's Bar is a good place to relieve loneliness. There are not only wine but also women in it.

As veterans in this area, they already have a good idea of ​​how to deal with free prostitution in bars, as if now is a good opportunity.

Someone near the bar called the police, and of course they had to investigate in the past with dedication.

Of course, it is normal to go to the bar to find someone to ask about the situation. If the bar does not cooperate, it is inevitable to disturb the two guests.

Of course, they would rather disturb the dancers in the bar than disturb the customers.

All witnesses, regardless of gender!
The two policemen who spoke uprightly and had righteous hearts drove to Maria's bar.

They even wanted to park directly in front of the bar, but in the end, they chose to park a little further down the street, lock the homeless man in the car and walk over.

Then, Logan and Lincoln, two figures who appeared on the street in the middle of the night, caught their attention.

One is the murderous veteran Logan who is full of muscles and doesn't look like a good person, and the other is directly the Chinese who is still faintly rejected at this time.

This pair of combinations directly filled the alert value of the two policemen, and immediately pulled out their pistols: "NYPD! Put your hands up and put them where I can see them, and lie on the ground! Otherwise, I'm going to shoot!"

Opposite them was Logan who was about to leave with a helpless face.

(End of this chapter)