Superman's Journey

Chapter 304 Legion
"Poor ghosts! What a fucking bunch of poor ghosts!"

Brooklyn is a naked slum. Except for a pistol, the people here can be said to be abject poverty.

Johnny originally thought that he could rob a little money, but after walking a few houses, the money he robbed was not even worth the money for the bullets he used.

In the end, he deliberately ran out of Brooklyn to raise enough funds to return to the sewer.

There is no doubt that Johnny is a very intelligent person.

It didn't take long before he saw the man from last time. He slapped his back on the table, and then said straight to the point: "I want to buy a prosthetic, a new prosthetic."

"No problem." The man counted the value of the banknotes and other things that Johnny discharged, and said with a normal expression: "Calculating the discount, the total is [-] US dollars. Which prosthetic do you want?"

Johnny was silent for a moment, then raised his broken right hand: "Install me with claw prosthetics, and for the rest, give me special bullets for gun fingers. Hurry up."

"Of course, we've always been quick."

The man smiled slightly, and after a few manipulations, he pulled out a black and gold box under Johnny's expectant eyes, opened it, and one of the right hand prosthetics in the palm of his hand lay quietly inside: "Please follow me."

Although Armament Technology has been jointly acquired by Armament Group, their manpower has never been there to accept it. The reason is very simple. It is a shell company, and all the prosthetic limbs sold under the name of Armament Technology are not the actions of Armament Technology itself.

Therefore, during the time of Killing Day, it was still the original team that served Johnny.

The man's movements were as crisp and neat as ever. A few ten minutes later, Johnny, who had completed the reconstruction of his right hand prosthesis, walked into the training room again.

The previous experience of being almost assassinated made Johnny realize the importance of combat experience, and he chose to spend some time getting familiar with his new prosthetic limb.

The whole adaptation process took a lot of time. When he walked out of the training room again, dozens of special bullets were packed into several magazines and placed in front of him: "The bullets you want. I wish you a happy killing day."

"You too."

Johnny nodded, and left the sewer briskly.

With two prosthetic limbs, he is now full of confidence and just wants to show his skills quickly.

Standing in the shadow of the street, Johnny looked around. Hearing the faint sound of smashing and gunshots in the distance, he knew that the ground was not safe. He looked around and raised his right hand.

With a whoosh, the palm of his prosthetic limb split open, and a claw pierced through the air, nailing it firmly to the high concrete wall.

The rope contracted, and his body was directly pulled into the air. With a slight grasp and support of his wrist, he turned over and stood directly on the platform.

Overlooking the city that had already risen in flames and smoke, Johnny had the illusion that he was like a night killer, and the thugs who burned, killed and looted below were his prey.

However, maybe he can practice with a group of guys who don't know how to live or die first?

Killing Legion.

A legion made up entirely of teenagers who don't take part in any usual gang activity, but just gather from different places on the day of the kill, select their prey, and execute the bloodbath with guns and knives in their hands. And the sweep of 'Justice'.

It is worth mentioning that in most cases, the skin color of the 'pigs' they selected to be mopped up is usually black, and the darker the color, the more likely they are to target them.

They have done similar things many times, but this time there was a slight accident.

The selected pig was unexpectedly strong. He killed a man, and even ran to James Sandin's seemingly fortified villa to hide.

Frank, the leader of the legion, was very dissatisfied with this, but it didn't matter. He prepared some gadgets to deal with this kind of heavily guarded house.

Inside the villa, James and his family are facing the most direct threat to their lives from the legion, but the legion who are leisurely outside don't know that they are not the ultimate hunters, but the real tough guys , has been eyeing them.

In the back garden, two women in white one-piece pajamas held machetes in their hands and trotted leisurely on the grass, humming a brisk tune, as if they didn't care whether there were other killers in the dark.

There were more than a dozen people in the legion, and they felt that no one else dared to provoke and attack them, but unfortunately, Johnny was not from this area.

Whoosh!
The sharp claws pierced through the air in an instant, and before the two women in the back garden could react, they easily pierced the throat of one of them.

With a movement of his hand, Johnny retracted the claw, and then raised his left hand to the other without hesitation: "Bang!"

After a not-so-loud gunshot, a blood hole exploded between the eyebrows of the woman who was still screaming, and she fell to the ground blankly, completely dead.

"What the hell?" The gunshot caught Frank's attention. He turned his head to look at the back garden, his eyes full of disbelief: "Someone is shooting at us?! Go, kill them!"

The legion left in a mighty way, and James, who was watching this scene through the surveillance in the villa, also had a dignified look in his eyes.

The Youth Killing Legion is a well-known Killing Day organization in the vicinity. They have existed for a long time. In his opinion, no matter who it is, it must not be a simple role to dare to attack the Legion.

Nine out of ten are other killers. After all, there are no law enforcement officers on Killing Day. This is a well-known fact.

Johnny knew that the gunshots would attract other people, so he left his previous position without hesitation after finishing off the two of them, and hid in the dark with the submachine gun he brought along along the way.

Then, a one-sided killing began.

In the face of automated weapons, the number of people has no meaning at all.

Amidst the dense rattling sound, dozens of bullets were poured out in just a few seconds.

The transformation of prosthetic limbs with both hands greatly enhanced Johnny's ability to control firearms, and directly led to a great improvement in his marksmanship.

After a round of bullets, more than two-thirds of the members of the Youth Slaughter Legion fell down in an instant. Suddenly, the ground was covered with blood from the corpses.

"Damn! Damn!" The scene in front of him made Frank's eyes tear open: "Kill him! I must kill him!"

boom!
A loud gunshot like a sniper rifle suddenly erupted, and the next moment, under the fearful eyes of the rest of the legion members, Frank's head exploded.

(End of this chapter)