Superman's Journey

Chapter 3 Repair Master
"Borrow money?"

It seemed that the keyword switch was triggered. The gang member looked Lincoln up and down carefully, and then looked at the crowd who hadn't noticed the situation at all, and he immediately paid attention.

borrow money?Expecting an Asian to pay back the money?It's better to just sell the person directly, no risk and quick money, why bother to borrow money?
Just like Lincoln was going to come out and eat gangsters, the local gang he recruited was also going to come up with a trick to eat people without spit out bones.

When the door slammed shut behind him, the originally peaceful room was immediately filled with the smell of ghosts and ghosts.

Seeing the gangster approaching him with no good intentions, Lincoln immediately realized what they wanted to do.

He was going to play black and eat black, and these people were going to engage in no-cost business, so they ran into each other directly.

The footsteps moved twice quietly to ensure that everyone was within his observation range. Lincoln loosened his clothes and looked at the crowd in the room calmly: "Before you do something, does anyone want to go out?"

"Get out, you|Mom!" Someone yelled, and then, the originally peaceful room was full of noise, and crowds of people rushed towards Lincoln from different corners.

In a closed environment, they were full of confidence and had no intention of using guns at all. Instead, they rushed forward with simple 'maintenance' tools such as crowbars, wrenches, and steel pipes.

In their view, two fists are no match for four hands. Even if Lincoln is an Asian who is proficient in kung fu, he will be obediently left here by them today.

They decided to take this no-cost deal!

On the table behind the crowd, seeing Lincoln's figure being covered by the swarming crowd, the gang boss Josh couldn't help laughing: "Would you like to take a gamble, how long can that guy last?"

When the boss spoke, the younger brother had no reason not to follow: "One dollar, I bet he will lie on the ground like a dead dog within half a minute."

"Half a minute. That's too long. I bet ten seconds. Nineteen."

boom!
A few people were chatting and laughing when a figure fell from a distance and smashed the table in front of them to pieces with a bang.

Looking at the little brother on the ground who was vomiting blood among the debris, Josh knew that this man would not survive.

He looked towards the crowd with a frosty face, and then he saw that Lincoln, who he expected to be vulnerable, looked like a god descending from the earth at this time.

His punches and kicks carry great power, and a random inconspicuous punch and palm can easily knock a hapless guy to the ground, whether he can get up or not depends entirely on whether the god of death is going to work or not.

On the other hand, those younger brothers under their hands, although they wield steel pipes, crowbars and even wrenches powerfully, they couldn't break the defense at all against the man of steel, and couldn't even make him frown.

In less than half a minute, the ground was indeed covered with bleeding and moaning people, but Lincoln was the only one missing.

Looking at Lincoln with a calm expression, the corners of Josh's eyes twitched quickly. He had the thought of shrinking back, but when his body moved, the heavy weight around his waist made him feel much more at ease.

He quietly touched the handle of the gun with his palm, and he looked at Lincoln with a sneer: "Those who break into my place and beat me, you will die today. I will pour you into cement and sink to the bottom of the sea."

"Really." The perspective allowed Lincoln to clearly see Josh's movement of drawing a gun in the dark, but it didn't make him a little afraid: "You have a try."

"Humph!"

Josh snorted coldly, stood up suddenly, and at this moment, he took out his pistol and aimed at Lincoln: "I said you are dead, you are dead. Kneel down and surrender now, maybe I can leave you with a whole body."

Greed and the confidence brought by the gun blinded Josh's eyes. He felt that Lincoln, who knows kung fu, would definitely be able to sell for a better price!
However, what he didn't expect at all was that the barrier he was relying on couldn't make Lincoln feel afraid at all.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Lincoln smiled slightly, looked around, picked up a wrench from the ground, weighed it twice in his hand, and then looked at the gang boss: "I think you're out of your mind, I just have a tool in my hand, Come, let me fix it for you."

With that said, he took a step and walked towards the muzzle of the gun.

"I don't know how to live or die." A cold look flashed in Josh's eyes, and without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
The sound of gunfire roared, echoing even louder in the room.

The sound of gunshots and gun flames stimulated Lincoln's nerves, and in an instant, the world slowed down.

With Superman's reaction speed, he could clearly see the orange bullets spinning out from the muzzle of the gun, coming slowly towards him in a straight line.

"It's too slow." With a carefree smile on the corner of his mouth, Lincoln stretched out his hand, squeezed two fingers, and lightly picked the bullet from the air into his hand.

The threat is lifted, and the world returns to the speed at which it should flow.

There was a tinkling sound, and seeing the bullets caught by Lincoln fall to the ground, Josh was completely stunned.

He stared blankly at the warhead, then at Lincoln, with clearly visible panic in his eyes.

He was scared, he was really scared.

It was the first time he met a person who could catch bullets with his bare hands, which had completely exceeded his expectations.

He felt that he should have met the Superman in the comics, maybe he became the target of Superman's chivalrous travel?But he couldn't figure it out, why would Superman be Asian?

Thoughts flashed through his mind many times in an instant. With fear and despair in his heart, as if he was dying, he pulled the trigger one after another and fired all the bullets in a swarm.

But like before, no!It's even worse!
Josh watched as Lincoln waved his palm like a phantom, there was a clanging sound, and the bullet was ejected as if it had hit a steel plate.

Somewhere, he seemed to hear the sound of 'the attack failed to penetrate the enemy's armor'.

He threw away the 'iron block' that had run out of bullets in his hand and wanted to find the weapon again, but only heard a sound of wind, and Lincoln's figure stood in front of him in an instant.

In the last second of his life, he only saw the shiny wrench getting closer.

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind - he knew that I should lend him money. Although the money may not be returned, at least his life will not be lost.

boom!
Skull burst!

"Healed!"

Wiping the blood-stained wrench clean, Lincoln smiled knowingly as he looked at the messy but unexpectedly 'clean' room.

Picking up the bullet with his fingerprints on the ground, Lincoln left the room through the back door with the repair rewards given to him by the gangsters.

This is a perfect maintenance operation, no one will be able to expose him, please call him a maintenance master!

(End of this chapter)