A native of the United States

Chapter 30 You just lost your legs
Stab it!

With his hands behind his back, Ron ignored the robbers' attacks, his eyes glowed scarlet, and he called the robbers in the exhibition hall one by one.

The laser rays easily penetrated the bones and flesh, and the robbers fell straight down with scorched blood holes in their heads.

"No, boss, bullets won't hit him at all."

All the robbers retreated in fear.

"Rocket, give me a rocket!"

Kicking down a booth, the leader of the robbers shrank his head and hid behind in fear of embarrassment, yelling at his subordinates.

The two robbers knelt on one knee and quickly picked up the black cannon barrels that had been prepared to load heavy rockets.

"Quickly, blast him to pieces!"

"Help, help!"

Seeing the rockets, the hostages were so frightened that they hugged their heads and yelled.

"That's not good."

Ron shook his head slightly.

Stab it!

The scarlet ray swept across, and the thick legs of the two robbers were easily cut off like hot knives cutting butter. They fell to the ground screaming, blood spattering.

"It's all your fault, it made the scene bloody all at once."

"Ah, my leg, I killed you."

One of the robbers looked at the legs that were separated from his body, screamed in pain and collapsed, tried his best to lift the bazooka sideways, and pulled the trigger.

call out!
In a short distance of 40 meters, the rocket arrived with a white exhaust, and exploded in an instant.

boom!
The flying shrapnel penetrated the table, deep marks were drawn on the marble pillars of the exhibition hall, and the glass was shattered and fell to the ground.

The fireworks dissipated.

"You just lost your legs."

Standing by the window, Ron was unscathed, his tall body seemed to be made of unshakable steel, and the robbers were terrified: "Monster, this is a monster!"

He stared at the robber: "I don't cherish my life too much."

If you lie on the ground obediently, even though you are disabled and lose your legs, and you will spend the rest of your life in prison, at least you can save your life, right?
hum!
He raised his finger and tapped lightly.

A slightly thick crimson ray crossed the air, and the man was blown to pieces in the next second, leaving no bones left, and blood and flesh splashed all over the ground.

"what……"

The horrible and brutal scene caused all the hostages to scream.

Precisely controlling the energy, the plasma energy ray emitted by Ron is no longer a cutting, but an explosion.

Every time a ray fell in the exhibition hall, two or three robbers were blown up and killed.

"Retreat, retreat quickly."

The rockets could not hurt the opponent, and in just ten seconds since the opponent appeared, more than half of his men were slaughtered like chickens and dogs. The robber leader screamed in horror, called the remaining seven or eight people, and carried the jewelry. Shots were fired to suppress the attempt to leave from the stairs.

Bang.

"Where do you want to go?"

Suddenly teleported behind them, Ron grabbed the fastest-running robber leader by the neck with one hand and lifted it from the ground like a chicken.

He turned his eyes to those people playfully.

"what!"

The others were terrified and desperate and wanted to raise their guns to shoot, in exchange for a ray sweeping away.

Deep grooves with scorching marks were drawn on the wall, and the rest of the robbers all fell down, their chests and abdomens were torn open, and blood and other things flowed all over the floor.

"Only you are left."

Turning his head slowly, his eyes were cold, as if he mentioned it inadvertently.

"By the way, what did you say about me just now?"

"Surrender, I...will surrender."

With two legs kicking weakly, pinched by iron-like palms, the tall robber leader had veins popping up on his forehead, and he said with difficulty that he wanted to surrender in exchange for his life.

He would rather go to prison than see the devil again.

"wrong answer."

Ron seemed to feel sorry for making the wrong answer for him, and his hands gradually tightened.

"Uh...uh..."

The robber leader's eyes widened in pain, and he made a meaningless fuzzy sound, his face turned purple from suffocation.

A few seconds later, he died wrapped in pain and despair.

Ron casually threw the body aside like trash.

He doesn't care whether he surrenders or not.

What you want to hear are cries of mercy, confessions of fear and despair, and regretful apologies.

That way I might make him die a little easier.

"Not only is it rude, but it's also brainless."

click!
The broken window rushed over, and what Maeve, who was holding a battle sword, saw was the scene where Ron threw away the body of the robber leader casually.

Looking around in the messy exhibition hall, there are miserable corpses that are twisted and crooked.

She looked dazed, and in less than 20 seconds, the thirty robbers who were armed and armed with heavy firepower were all eliminated.

She still kept her fighting posture with her legs slightly bent and her hands holding a sword, but there were no robbers in the exhibition hall to clean up for her.

"Oh, are you here?"

Stepping forward to pat her who was stunned with the sword raised, Ron reminded with a chuckle.

"Relax, it's time to call it a day."

"..."

"It seems that you still have some skills, and I can save some trouble."

With a very ugly face, Maeve said something not to be outdone, and Maeve put away the sword coldly, and she was going to appease the hostages.

"I've only seen one person do that kind of wound.

how did you do it? "

After taking two steps, she saw some of the corpses with scorched blood holes on their foreheads that had been killed by headshots. Her pupils shrank, she stopped, and turned to look at Ron, her tone extremely disturbed.

And looking again, on the broken ground somewhere at the scene, Ron had obviously been attacked by rockets, but he didn't even lose a hair, and his hairstyle was still the same, which made her think of someone.

"It's as simple as firing lasers from both eyes, and they die."

Facing the surprised Maeve, Ron raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

How obvious is this process, do I need to ask?
"Don't fool me, that's not what I asked."

"Isn't that what you asked?"

"Uh……"

Choked, Maeve was silent for two seconds.

From the question she asked, there was nothing wrong with Ron's answer, but that wasn't what she meant.

"You understand what I want to ask."

She raised her head slightly, expressing concern, and looked at Ron, who was a head taller than her, and asked seriously.

The handsome young man with black hair and black pupils in front of him was first treated similarly to people from his motherland, and then showed abilities similar to people from his motherland, which revealed a certain possibility that was too scary.

"Is it not enough for Walter to create a monster that can endanger the world, and create a younger one?!"

"As if I have no obligation to satisfy your curiosity."

Ron smiled slightly and refused to answer.

"..."

Maeve frowned silently.

"I know what you're worried about.

Don't be afraid, I am different from the people of my motherland. "

Grabbing a strand of hair from Maeve's shoulders, he joked condescendingly.

"You look like this, what you just said is not convincing at all."

Seeing this teasing action, Maeve turned ugly and opened his hand.

"I'm not interested in men, stay away from me."

"Especially a little boy who might have been born while I was still in high school."

She, who was silently ridiculed about the robbery, made a point of talking about Ron's age, looked at him with a smile on her face, and emphasized the word "little boy".

"little boy?"

Ron smiled, not at all angry.

It is not wrong to say that he is a little boy in terms of age, but he was not born when Maeve was in high school. When Maeve entered Walt as a superhero, the world did not have him.

But he is not a little boy physically. Have you ever seen a little boy who is 1.8 meters tall and weighs nearly [-] pounds?

"I heard that you once fell in love with people from your motherland."

"Screen couples, cooperate with the company's publicity."

Seemingly resisting this matter and not wanting to talk more, Maeve changed the subject and replied coldly.

"Okay, it's time to appease the hostages."

"You didn't know how to restrain yourself when you shot, it was too bloody."

She frowned and looked at the blood splattered everywhere in the exhibition hall.

"I take care of them."

Glancing at the hostage in the distance hiding in the corner who was trembling with fright and pale face, Ron spread his hands.

(End of this chapter)