American Comics: Transformed Into A Super Race, Spider Gwen Was Stunned

A minute later, the younger brother among the two black men knelt on the ground, looking in fear at Sun Wuming who was still four or five meters away from him.

That look didn't look like looking at another person, it was more like looking at another devil.

Just now, this man's finger emitted a blue light, and his eldest brother was blasted into blood mist.

And that finger is now pointing to his head.

"Want to live? nigger."

Sun Wuming asked softly, there is still something about the ability of this race, at least it will make him afraid.

What are you afraid of?

Definitely don't dare to bombard the opponent with punches and swords.

If your hands are dirty, you have to wash them, at least to wash off a layer of skin to become clean.

Otherwise, why would Sun Wuming use qigong bullets against a farm implement?

It's like shooting mosquitoes with a cannon.

"Think! Boss, spare me!"

The black man knelt on the ground and almost kowtowed, and only hoped that Sun Wuming would let him go as a fart.

As for what racism?

You discriminate casually, no, that is not discrimination, it is an objective evaluation!

"Take me to this place if you want to live."

Sun Wuming threw a piece of paper, which recorded the address of Brother Maozi.

After seeing the above address clearly, the black man hesitated for a while. He is a mess here, so he naturally knows what this place represents.

But looking at the finger that had already lit up, he immediately made a decision.

"Boss! I'll take you right away!"

....

Thirteenth Street, a seemingly abandoned dilapidated factory building, is Maozi Brotherhood's hidden stronghold.

It's very close to an abandoned pier, apparently abandoned, but that's just for the public.

For these criminal gangs, it is the best smuggling route.

And this group of Maozi Brotherhood is responsible for exporting the flour produced by the Hand to overseas, and the main destination is the mainland of Maoxiong Country.

Recently, however, their business has had some problems.

A few nosy social loafers suddenly appeared in Hell's Kitchen, and at night, they hindered the normal development of New York's economy.

Already two shipments have been broken by them.

One is Daredevil, the other is Iron Fist, and the scariest one is the Punisher.

The first two can't kill people, but the last one is scary, and it's here to kill people.

Brother!

We are a pillar industry in New York, okay, we paid taxes!

Who gave you the right to hurt taxpayers!

Recalling Mrs. Gao's warning to him in the morning, the face of the big boss Vladimir was so gloomy that water dripped out.

He looked at his subordinates.

"If there is another problem with this batch of goods tonight, then neither the Gold Union nor the Hand will be able to accommodate us."

"This hell's kitchen can't stay here any longer, cheer me up, and shoot and kill those who get in the way!"

"Pistols don't work, just throw me grenades and launch bazookas. Just make sure the goods get out, and I'll take care of you no matter how big the trouble is!"

In the empty factory building, Vladimir's roar echoed.

A group of juniors also showed confidence.

"Ulla!"

At this moment, an untimely voice appeared very abrupt.

"Can you still get the bazooka?"

In an instant, everyone's eyes looked like the person who was speaking. On the high beam, Sun Wuming was sitting there, swaying his legs casually.

"Who are you?"

Vladimir asked, waved his hands calmly, and several younger brothers crept to find the angle, took out their guns, and aimed at Sun Wuming.

Under the light of the halo, Sun Wuming's face was somewhat blurred, but his features could be seen.

No mask, not Daredevil.

Not farm complexion, so not that indestructible weirdo (Luke Cage).

As for the punisher, it's even more impossible. The punisher never talks nonsense. If it was him, this place would have turned into a sea of ​​flames by now.

Vladimir's face turned green.

Another nosy pop up?

Sun Wuming asked instead: "You are Vladimir, right, so who is your brother Anatoly?"

This group of hairy guys are all five big and three-figure, and they are all golden-haired. He really can't tell who is who.

"Suka is not listed, I am, so what's the problem?"

A golden retriever spoke grumpily.

"That's it..."

Sun Wuming nodded knowingly.

In the next second, everyone present was shocked, and Sun Wuming's figure had disappeared from the beam.

"Find it! Find someone!"

Vladimir yelled, Anatoly's eyes blurred, and he saw that the man was close at hand.

"It's good to have a bad mouth, so you can die quickly, and you can reincarnate as soon as possible."

Sun Wuming muttered to himself, his movements seemed slow but fast, and a brain crash popped out like a joke.

And then Anatoly's mind cracked.

boom!

The watermelon was shattered, and the red and white cuties mixed together and stuck to the faces of several people nearby. Their expressions were all frozen, completely unresponsive.

Some people even licked it subconsciously, and then retched crazily.

It should be said that he deserved to be the boss, Vladimir was the first to recover, and witnessed his younger brother being killed, his eyes turned red, and he looked like a madman.

"Kill him, kill him!"

Da da da da!

Hearing the boss's order, the younger brothers took out their weapons one after another, the sound of shooting continued, and even accidentally injured their own people.

Sun Wuming didn't dodge or dodge, a blue flame visible to the naked eye erupted from his body, like an indestructible shield, stopping all the bullets.

Seeing this scene, those Maozi Brotherhood members were frightened silly.

What's this? Superman?

"I wanted to spare your life, after all, no one bought your life."

Sun Wuming sighed, he hated the feeling of being prostituted for nothing.

But since he was shot, he was the enemy, and he was the enemy, why let him live?

What if a protagonist walks out of it, luck is against the sky, and he, a Saiyan, is hammered to the ground?

So for the sake of safety, Sun Wuming decided to send them to meet God together.

There were constant screams in the huge factory, but the duration was very short, and within a minute, calm returned.

Only Sun Wuming was left standing alone.

The limbs and arms on the ground were broken, and the blood flowed like a river. After seeing it, normal people might not be able to help but spit it out.

But Sun Wuming didn't feel any discomfort at all, instead he felt very comfortable.

Well, it's all due to Saiyan blood.

He was a three-good student back then, the first batch of well-behaved kids wearing red scarves, how could he be so violent?

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