Anti-invasion of the heavens: water drops in the beginning

Chapter 91 Huge harvest
In July, the weather continues to heat up.

Even at night, the sweltering heat is no less than that of the day.

In the hot environment, it is full of restlessness and restlessness.

Countless noises, cursing, and exclamations can be heard endlessly.

On the roof of the tall building opposite the hospital, a man with a cold expression put a sniper rifle on the guardrail.

In the scope, there is a sleeping man lying on the bed.

That was the only survivor who went to the police station for help yesterday, claiming that his gang had been attacked.

The man's finger slowly moved to the trigger, about to issue an invitation letter for the god of death.

In the next moment, he felt a huge force coming, and he was punched two meters away.

Frank bumped his head against the air conditioner on the top floor, making a dent with a bang, and bleeding on the spot.

If the assailant hadn't attacked from the side, he might have flown directly from the roof.

Frank believes that the other party will regret it for life.

Almost as soon as he fell to the ground, Frank took out a miniature Glock from his arms, and fired three shots in the direction of the attack from the armpit of his other hand.

However, under Frank's unbelievable gaze, the man dodged to the right continuously, dodging one after another.

"Damn it."

Frank muttered something and wanted to get up, but someone rushed forward and punched him on the chin, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

……

When Frank woke up again, he found himself chained to a chair, with his hands tied behind his back in the same way he would deal with a young man.

But he couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly. He could only follow the slightly light-transmitting vents on the roof and hear the sound of vehicles driving on the road. He speculated that it was a basement near the road.

At this time, one night should have passed, the basement is a little colder, and the body temperature does not exceed two o'clock in the afternoon.

Frank didn't struggle a few times before he heard a questioning voice from behind: "Who sent you?"

He stopped undoing the restraint, rolled his eyes, and said calmly, "No one sent me."

Frank thought that there would be a torture to extract a confession next, so he was mentally prepared and turned his head to find a way out, but the person who asked the question fell silent.

Matt standing behind the man frowned, doubting his radar sense.

Because the senses tell him that this person is not lying.

"Then why did you kill that man? Is there a personal enmity between you?"

Frank raised his eyebrows, while slowly fiddling with the rope with his hands, he covered it with words: "You asked me a question, it's my turn, how did you escape the bullet?"

This question is said to be a cover-up, but it is actually something that Frank still can't figure out after waking up.

Can anyone dodge bullets?As a professional who can be said to stand at the top of the pyramid of firearms and weapons users on the earth, Frank was no less surprised than ordinary people.

After all, everyone knows that a gun is fast within seven steps, and fast and accurate within seven steps.

It's just that Frank just asked casually, and didn't expect the other party to answer at all.

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to be persuaded by the question-for-question format, and after a moment of silence, he replied: "I just 'saw' the direction of your muzzle, and then estimated the ballistic trajectory, treating it as a straight line that cannot be touched. Then get out of the way before the muscles in your index finger move."

Frank really wants to say let your dog fart, is this something a human can do?

However, thinking about the news that has caused a lot of trouble recently, he has some doubts...

Could it be that what the capitalist Tony Stark said is true?Are there really superpowers?
Isn't the so-called internal skills online class a scam?
Damn, I should have bought one.

Matt waited impatiently, frowned and said in a deep voice: "It's your turn, answer my previous question!"

Frank thought that the other party believed his answer so easily before, and felt that he should be a chick, so he ignored the other party and said casually: "Huh? What's the problem? Oh, yes, there is indeed a personal enmity between us."

"Oh!"

Frank felt dizzy in an instant. He was kicked by the person behind him, his face touched the ground and his skin was scratched. The chair pressed against his body in a strange posture, which made him gnash his teeth immediately.

Matt squatted down and said sharply: "You are lying, you have no personal enmity at all! You are just a lunatic who kills innocent people indiscriminately, looking for targets randomly, right?"

Frank also became angry, and cursed: "You group of sons of bitches gang members, one counts as one, as long as you stand in front of me alive, you are all against me! As long as I have a bullet, I will send it to you!" Get into your fucking minds and send you bastards to hell!"

After uttering words that deliberately provoked the other party, Frank held the untied rope in his palm, listened carefully to the other party's movements, and immediately fought back as soon as he approached him to make a move.

But the behavior of the other party was beyond his expectations again. The man said in a deep voice: "Only God is qualified to judge and deprive people of their lives. Gangsters need laws to punish them!"

Frank finally figured it out, and sneered, "So it's you? That Hell's Kitchen vigilante? That coward?"

Matt didn't pay attention to the insult to himself. He stood up, walked to the table, touched the seven or eight weapons, large and small, that were found from him when he was unconscious, and speculated: "So You’re a soldier? Your family has been hurt by gangs and you have PTSD and you think all the gangs are to blame and you decide to do the massacre?”

Frank didn't pretend anymore, he released the rope in his hand, kicked the chair to the side, stood up and stretched his body.

Looking at Matt in black, he said with a sullen face: "You said that only God is qualified to judge. Could it be that you are a Christian or a Catholic? It doesn't matter. I don't believe in God a long time ago. If God really existed, I would I should also go to heaven, because the people I killed deserved their fucking crimes, and their crimes were enough to burn them in the most blazing flames of hell!"

As he said that, he suddenly sneered: "And what about you? What did you do? You followed the example of Batman in the comics, insisted on the principle of not killing people, beat up the villains, and threw them into prison. Hero, but what happened?"

He snapped, "A month, a week, even a day later! Those bastards will be back on the streets doing exactly the same thing as before! You're proud that you beat Kim? Did you know he's already applying for medical parole? , and already fucking passed!"

Matt was silent for a moment, and said firmly: "Then I will send him back to prison again!"

Frank literally threw his head back and laughed, swearing, "You mother-of-a-bitch, next time? What excuse do you use to send a guy who's serving his sentence back to prison again? If he committed a crime and hurt someone in the process What's the use of killing innocent people and then you put him back in jail? What's the difference? Are you fucking using New York as a playground for you to play games with gangsters? Use the blood of ordinary people to give Are you a bargaining chip?!"

Matt couldn't take it anymore and punched Frank in the face, knocking him out again.

Then he grabbed Frank's collar and dragged him out, intending to send him to the police station, but when he came to the door, his movements suddenly stopped.

If we say that the Matt in the past was because of his ordinary physical ability and paid an unspeakably painful price for countless ordinary people who were hurt, so he constantly strengthened his heart and felt that he had reached the limit of his ability. it is good.

But now Matt... When he easily sent a criminal to prison, and repeated the process a few months later, he was also a little at a loss.

It's really... kind of like a game.

But Matt shook his head immediately, secretly warning himself, isn't this what it means for him to become a lawyer?
His identity as a vigilante is just a supplement to a lawyer.If a person should be sentenced to life imprisonment, it needs to start from the legal level.Instead of being lazy and directly depriving the other party's life, this is not a reason to kill someone at all.

But having said that, Matt, with a trace of confusion and confusion in his heart, still did not send Frank to the police station, but only temporarily detained him.

It was a more serious bondage, the kind that even Matt himself had a hard time breaking free.

Then he left the basement, returned to the law office, put on a suit, picked up a sales contract for the purchase of a luxury yacht, and went to the port of Manhattan, hoping to find the master to explain his doubts.

……

Matt took a rented speedboat and drove to a luxury yacht over 50 meters floating quietly on the sea.

He took the yacht purchase agreement, got off the rented speedboat, and went up to the hydrophilic platform.

As soon as he boarded the ship, he found that in his perception, it was an empty ship, and there was no movement of anyone.

But Matt was not depressed either, he thought it was the same as last time, Master covered up his whole body breath.

So he said loudly, "Master? Are you there?"

Seeing that no one answered, he walked from the main deck to the sun deck on the top floor, but still did not feel anyone's presence.

Matt frowned now, wondering if he came at the wrong time and the master just left?
Did you go to town for lunch?
At this time, Matt suddenly noticed that there seemed to be an abnormality in the sea.

When I came to the side of the boat, I felt it carefully, and suddenly found that there was a very small area on the sea not far from the yacht, which was emitting a billowing heat.

Even the sea water in that small area was boiling, with bubbling bubbles, and the hot air seemed to burst out of it.

With a bang, the sea broke!

The shaking waves shook the huge yacht over 50 meters from left to right.

A figure flew out of the sea and landed on the deck of the yacht.

The person who came was Chen Guang in a beach suit. His whole body was glowing with creaking electric currents, and his skin glowed like an incandescent lamp. The sea water on his body almost turned into white mist and disappeared within a few breaths. After a while, it becomes dry again.

Looking at Matt who was in a daze, Chen Guang smiled slightly: "Come?"

In order not to disturb ordinary people while practicing, or to harm ordinary residents when something went wrong during his practice, Chen Guang spent nearly [-] million US dollars to buy a luxury yacht.

Standing on the sundeck, he was exposed to the hot sunlight for others. He didn't even need to wear sunglasses, and he didn't feel glaring, let alone get tanned.

Strong to his current level, the so-called 'comfort' zone has been stretched and expanded to a very large area.

At least in the ordinary natural environment on the surface of the earth, lying in the magma may only make him feel a little uncomfortable, other than that, as long as it is clean and tidy and has no peculiar smell.

The temperature is no longer considered. Even in Antarctica, he can still eat popsicles in big pants.

But looking at Matt, who was sweating profusely from the sun, Chen Guang still greeted him to go down to the stern of the second deck. There is an air-conditioned and sunshade stern trap, which is originally for entertaining guests.

No service personnel were hired on this yacht, and all equipment was managed by Tony Stark's artificial intelligence 'Friday'.

The interior of the yacht is indeed luxurious, equivalent to a villa on the sea, but he doesn't care about these things, as long as they can be used.

He lay down on the recliner and asked Matt: "How is it, do you feel the state of subtlety?"

Matt smiled wryly and sat down next to him, and said, "What about the microcosmic level... When I let myself go, I felt a little faintly, but when the feeling came up, I immediately returned to the organizational level when I concentrated on feeling more deeply. .”

He sighed: "Although I can feel a grain of dust falling on my skin, the cells are hundreds of times smaller than a grain of dust after all, it is really too small."

Chen Guang smiled and said: "Don't worry, as long as you can feel it, you are already very good. In fact, I didn't start thinking about this idea recently. I thought about it as early as ten years ago. It took two years to stabilize it. It's just that I didn't have the conditions to practice at that time, so I fell behind again."

It is also because of Chen Guang's meticulous experience when he was a national teacher in the Wu Dynasty that he was able to enter the state so quickly in the battle with Odin by using the power gem to supply the brain with energy.

It's a pity that there was no absolute martial arts at that time.

After all, the so-called cell friction generation is not that simple.

The first is to ensure that in such a state, the cells in the whole body will not be shaken up and turned into a big meat ball.

Secondly, the cells themselves are not so durable. The cell membrane is cracked, the cell matrix is ​​leaked, and the genetic material is broken.The occurrence of any of the above accidents is also the end of death.

It's just that these physical upper limits, which were originally like divine punishment, are not worth mentioning in front of Absolute Martial Body!
……

Chen Guang signed the purchase agreement for the yacht, and the handover was considered to be over in terms of official duties.

Friday controlled the food delivery robot to come closer and put two drinks on the coffee table between the two of them.

Chen Guang picked up the glass, took a sip of the watermelon juice with a straw, and then asked, "I can see that you are a little restless, what happened?"

Matt was silent for a moment, and told Chen Guang all about the conversation he had with the gang killer.

Chen Guang immediately recognized that this was the punished person.

However, it seems that this punisher is no longer the opponent of Daredevil who has learned internal skills.

He smiled and said, "Matt, the responsibility for this matter really lies with you."

Matt frowned immediately, and hurriedly said: "Master, do you also think that I should kill those bastards? Do you also think that only by killing them can everything be settled? But everyone has a kind heart in their hearts. Killing them is just Annihilate this tiny possibility!"

Chen Guang shook his head: "No, it doesn't matter whether these criminals are dead or not. Your mistake is only that you are not strong enough."

Matt froze.

He has already been able to fight invincible opponents all over the world in Hell's Kitchen. Any gang member, drug dealer, or thug hired by a black-hearted businessman is not his single-handed enemy.

What he usually needs to consider is how to knock them down without hurting their lives when facing a large group of enemies besieging, or avoid confronting enemies with heavy firepower.

But the master said, such a self...too weak?

Seeing Matt's confused expression, Chen Guang put down his cup and said with a smile: "When I say strong or weak, I don't mean pure strength. Strength can only be compared based on reference objects."

"A drug addict with weak limbs, facing a well-trained boxer, is weak and vulnerable. But if he is facing his one or two-year-old child, he is simply too strong to beat. Without a reference, Saying that doesn't make sense."

He sat up, looked at Matt, and said seriously: "What I'm referring to is real strength—that is, when you are in an environment that makes you hate, can you act according to your own will, can you take the initiative to control yourself?" Transform the environment into what you want it to be, and succeed in the end.”

"I think only such a person is truly strong."

Matt said blankly, "I...haven't I?"

He used to sleep less than four hours a day, but now it is reduced to one hour.During the day, as a lawyer, he provides free consultations to neighbors on various cases, and at night, he acts as a vigilante to protect the safety of the public.

Isn't it enough for such a self?

Chen Guang patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "You have put in practical actions and efforts, and you have surpassed many people. So what I said is that you are 'not strong enough'."

"If you are strong enough, you can really put all the criminals in prison according to your ideas, and then change the environment so that they can't benefit from criminal activities after they come out, and they can only find decent jobs. If things go on like this, it won't work. Achieved your goal?"

"Remember, the smallest unit of strength is to carry out one's own will!"

hum!
These words, like a great bell, hit Matt's heart, making him tremble physically and mentally.

Change the environment you hate, and carry out your own will...

Did you really do it yourself?

Did some?But not enough, far from enough.

Because if it is enough, New York should be a harmonious and pure land by now. There will be no more discarded needles in the gutter, no civilians who need emergency treatment in the hospital, and no gang loan sharks on the streets. The wandering warbler standing on the street.

The killer who hated gang members so much would never come to New York!
Because here, there will no longer be any targets he can attack.

A boundless longing suddenly rose in his heart...

He hopes that his sensory radar can cover every corner of the city!
He wants to hear everything people communicate!
He wants to know of all the tricks scheming in the shadows!

He wants to stop all the evils that are happening and about to happen! !

In this passionate emotion and willpower, true energy flooded into my mind crazily.

Suddenly, Matt entered a wonderful feeling.

Countless cells are constantly rubbing against each other in the torrent of true qi, positive and negative charges collide with each other, and finally integrate into the bioelectricity of the body itself.

An invisible electric field spread out, covering a radius of 20 meters.

A brand-new sense is presented in Matt's eyes.

It is no longer a flowing scroll like hell, composed of flames.

It is calm and calm, not only floating on the surface, but including the internal mechanical structure of the hull, all of which are light blue with sharp edges and corners!

Matt's whole body was shaking with excitement.

Suddenly, he could feel the images of all static objects within 20 meters of his body!Including its internal structure!
Chen Guang keenly sensed the electrostatic force field around him, and was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, a satisfied smile appeared.

Very good, great.

He accepted the other party as his disciple, precisely because of the old saying of Confucius: When three people walk together, there must be my teacher.

Unexpectedly, the teacher gained something so quickly!

In the next second, a larger, stronger and richer one centered on the yacht.

Directly spread the invisible electric field covering the entire New York Island!

(End of this chapter)