Anti-invasion of the heavens: water drops hit the face at the beginning

Chapter 91 Huge Harvest

In July, the weather continues to heat up.

Even at night, the sweltering heat is no less intense than during the day.

In the hot environment, there is all restlessness and uneasiness.

Countless noises, curses, and exclamations could be heard.

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

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

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

The man's finger slowly moved to the trigger, about to send an invitation to Death.

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

Frank hit the air conditioner on the top floor with his head, causing a dent in the air conditioner and bleeding on the spot.

If the attacker hadn't attacked from the side, he would have flown directly from the roof of the building.

Frank believed that the other party would regret it for the rest of his life.

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

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

"What the hell."

Frank muttered and tried 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 that he was tied to a chair, his hands simply tied behind his back in the same way as he would deal with minions.

He could not clearly see the surrounding environment. 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, the night must 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 for a few moments before he heard a question from behind: "Who sent you?"

He stopped untying the restraints, rolled his eyes, and said calmly: "No one sent me."

Frank thought that the next step would be a torture to extract a confession, so he prepared himself mentally and turned his brain to find a way out. Unexpectedly, the person who asked the question was silent.

Matt, who was standing behind this man, frowned, doubting his radar sense.

Because his senses told him that this person was not lying.

"Then why did you kill that man? Do you have a personal vendetta?"

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

This question was said to be a cover-up, but it was actually something Frank still couldn't figure out after he woke up.

Someone can actually dodge bullets? As a professional who can be said to be at the top of the pyramid of firearms users on earth, Frank is no less surprised than the average person.

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

But Frank just asked casually, not expecting the other party to answer at all.

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to be persuaded by the question after question. After a moment of silence, he replied: "I just 'saw' the direction of your gun muzzle, and then estimated the trajectory and regarded it as a straight line that cannot be touched.

Then get out of the way before the muscles of your index finger move."

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

However, thinking about the recent news that has caused a stir, he became a little doubtful...

Could it be that what the capitalist Tony Stark said was true? Are there really people with super powers?

Isn’t that so-called online course of internal strength just a lie about cutting leeks?

Damn, I should have bought one if I had known earlier.

Matt waited impatiently, frowned and said solemnly: "It's your turn, answer my previous question!"

Frank thought that the other party had believed his answer so easily before, and thought he must be a fool, so he didn't take the other party to heart and said casually: "Huh? What's the problem? Oh, yes, we do have a personal grudge."

"Bang!"

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

Matt knelt down and said sternly: "You are lying, you have no personal enmity at all! You are just a madman who kills innocent people indiscriminately, looking for random targets, right?"

Frank was also angry and cursed: "You son-of-a-bitch gang members, every one of them, as long as they are alive and standing in front of me, they all have a personal vendetta against me! As long as I have one bullet left, I will give it away."

Get in your fucking heads and send you bastards to hell!"

Speaking words that deliberately angered the other party, Frank held the untied rope in his hand, listened carefully to the other party's movements, and once he got close to take action, he immediately counterattacked.

But the other party's behavior once again exceeded his expectations. The man said solemnly: "Only God is qualified to judge and take away people's lives. Gang members need the law to punish them!"

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

Matt ignored the insult to himself. He stood up, walked to the table, touched the seven or eight large and small weapons that were easy to carry and hide from him when he was unconscious, and speculated: "So

Are you a soldier? Your family has been harmed by gang members, and you have post-war stress disorder syndrome. You think all gang members are to be blamed, so you decide to commit massacre?"

Frank stopped pretending, untied the rope from his hands, kicked the chair aside, stood up and stretched his body.

Looking at Matt, who was dressed in black, he said solemnly: "You said that only God is qualified to judge. Are you a Christian or a Catholic? It doesn't matter, I don't believe in God a long time ago. If God really exists, I

You should also go to heaven, because the people I killed deserved it, and their crimes were enough for them to be burned by the hottest flames of hell!"

As he said that, he suddenly sneered: "And you? What did you do? You followed the Batman in the comics, adhered to the principle of not killing, beat the villains to a pulp, and threw them into prison. Everyone regarded you as

Hero, but what’s the result?”

He shouted sternly: "In a month, a week, or even a day! Those bastards will be back on the streets doing exactly the same thing as before! Are you proud that you defeated the Kingpin? Do you know that he has applied for medical parole?

, and it fucking passed!"

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

Frank just threw his head back and laughed, and yelled: "You bitch, next time? What excuse do you use to send a person who is serving his sentence back to prison? What if he committed a crime and hurt someone in the process?

, kill an innocent person, and then you put him back in jail, what's the use? What's the difference? Are you treating New York as a fucking playground for you to play house with gangsters? Use the blood of ordinary people to

Are you a bargaining chip for victory?!"

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

Then he grabbed Frank by the collar and dragged him out. He planned to send him to the police station, but when he reached the door, his movements suddenly stopped.

If we say that in the past, Matt had average physical fitness and paid an unspeakable and painful price for countless ordinary people who were harmed, so he constantly strengthened his heart and felt that he had reached the limit of his ability.

good.

But now Matt... when he easily sent a criminal to prison and then repeated the process a few months later, he was a little confused.

This is indeed...a bit like a game.

But Matt immediately shook his head and secretly warned himself, isn't this the purpose of becoming a lawyer?

My status as a vigilante is just a supplement to my lawyer. If a person should be sentenced to life imprisonment, he needs to work hard from the legal perspective. Instead of lazily depriving the other party of his life directly, this is not a reason to kill at all.

However, despite saying this, Matt, who was feeling a little confused and confused in his heart, still did not send Frank to the police station, but only temporarily detained him.

The bondage used was more serious, the kind that even Matt himself would have a hard time breaking free from.

Then he left the basement, returned to the law firm, put on a suit, picked up a sales contract for the purchase of a luxury yacht, and then got up and headed to the Manhattan port, hoping to find his master to answer his questions.

…

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

With the yacht purchase agreement in hand, he got off the rented speedboat and went up to the waterfront platform.

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

But Matt was not depressed, thinking that it was just like last time, the master had covered up his whole body's aura.

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

When no one answered, I walked from the main deck to the sun deck on the top floor, but still didn't feel anyone's presence.

Matt frowned then, wondering if he had come at the wrong time and the master had just left?

Did he go to the city for lunch?

At this time, Matt suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something unusual on the sea surface.

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

Even the sea water in that small area was boiling, bubbles were popping, and the heat seemed to be literally coming out of it.

With a bang, the sea surface shattered!

The shaking waves shook the huge yacht, which was more than fifty meters tall, swaying from side to side.

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

The person who came was none other than Chen Guang, who was wearing beachwear. His whole body was flashing with electric currents, and the light under his skin was like an incandescent lamp. The seawater on his body almost turned into white mist and disappeared in a few breaths.

After a while, it will become dry again.

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

Chen Guang spent nearly 600 million US dollars to buy a luxury yacht in order not to disturb ordinary people when he was practicing, or if something went wrong while practicing and hurt ordinary residents.

He stood on the sundeck, and to others, the sun was shining like a teppanyaki. He didn't even need to wear sunglasses and didn't feel any glare, let alone get tanned.

To the extent that he is now, the so-called 'comfort' range has been stretched and expanded to a very huge area.

At least in the ordinary natural environment on the surface of the earth, lying in 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.

Temperature is no longer a consideration. Even in Antarctica, he can still eat popsicles wearing big pants.

But looking at Matt who was sweating profusely due to the sun, Chen Guang still asked him to go down to the stern of the second deck. This is the stern well with air conditioning and sunshade, which is specially used for entertaining guests.

There are no service personnel employed on this yacht, and all equipment is managed by Tony Stark's own artificial intelligence 'Friday'.

The interior of the yacht is indeed luxurious, equivalent to a sea villa, 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 are you, do you feel the subtle state?"

Matt smiled bitterly and sat down next to him, and said: "At the micro level and so on... When I let myself go, I felt something vaguely, but as soon as the feeling came up, and I quickly concentrated more deeply on the feeling, I returned to the organizational level.

."

He sighed: "Although I can feel a speck of dust falling on my skin, the cells are hundreds of times smaller than a speck of dust. They are really too small."

Chen Guang smiled and said: "Don't worry, just feel it. You are already very good. In fact, I didn't just start thinking about this idea recently. I thought about it as early as more than ten years ago. It took me two years to stabilize it.

I entered the microscopic level, but at that time I didn’t have the conditions for cultivation, so I was left behind again.”

It can be considered that Chen Guang had a subtle experience when he was a national advisor in the Wu Dynasty, and he was able to get into the state so quickly with the help of the Power Stone to supply energy to his brain during the battle with Odin.

It's a pity that absolute martial arts didn't exist at that time.

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

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

Secondly, the cells themselves are not that resistant to manipulation. The cell membrane is cracked, the cell matrix flows out, and the genetic material is broken. If any of the above accidents occur, it will also lead to physical and mental destruction.

However, these physical upper limits of the physical body, which were originally like a divine punishment, are not worth mentioning in front of the absolute martial body!

…

Chen Guang signed the purchase agreement for the yacht, and the official handover was concluded.

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

Chen Guang picked up the glass, drank the watermelon juice through a straw, and then asked: "I see that you are a little uneasy. Did something happen to you?"

Matt was silent for a moment and told Chen Guang the entire conversation between him and the gang killer.

Chen Guang immediately heard that this was someone who was being punished.

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 does lie with you."

Matt suddenly frowned and said hastily: "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 thought in their heart. Killing them is just

Eradicate this tiny possibility!"

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

Matt was stunned.

He has become invincible in Hell's Kitchen, and any gang member, drug dealer, or thug hired by a shady businessman is no match for him.

What he usually needs to consider is how to defeat a large group of enemies without damaging their lives, or to avoid a head-on confrontation with enemies armed with heavy firepower.

And the master said that this kind of me... is too weak?

Seeing Matt's confused look, 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 is vulnerable to a well-trained boxer. But if he is facing his one or two-year-old child, he is simply too strong to defeat. Without a reference,

It makes no sense to say this.”

He sat up, looked at Matt, and said seriously: "What I mean is real strength and weakness - that is, when you are in an environment that you hate, can you act according to your own will, and can you take the initiative to

Transform the environment into what you want it to be, and ultimately achieve success.”

"I think only such people can be considered truly strong."

Matt said blankly: "I...I don't have one?"

He used to only sleep less than four hours a day, but now it is reduced to one hour. As a lawyer during the day, he handles various cases for free for neighbors, and at night he works as a vigilante to protect people's safety.

Isn’t this enough for me?

Chen Guang smiled and patted his shoulder: "You have put in practical actions and efforts, and you have already surpassed many people. So what I say 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 will not be able to benefit from criminal activities after they come out, and they can only find serious jobs. In the long run, they will not be able to

Did you achieve your goal?”

"Remember, the smallest unit of strength is to implement your own will!"

Buzz!

These words struck Matt's heart like a bell, making him tremble both physically and mentally.

Change the hated environment and implement your own will...

Did you really do it?

We have done some, right? But not enough, far from enough.

Because if it were enough, New York should be a harmonious and pure land now. There would be no more discarded syringes in the gutter, no civilians who were shot in need of emergency treatment in the hospital, and no people on the streets who owed gang loan sharks.

A wandering warbler standing on the street.

That killer who hated gang members so much would never come to New York!

Because here, there will no longer be a target for him to attack.

A boundless desire suddenly arose in his heart...

He hopes that his sensory radar can cover every corner of the city!

He wants to hear everything people have to say!

He wants to know all the machinations being hatched in the shadows!

He wants to stop all the evil that is happening and is about to happen!!

In this exciting emotion and willpower, true energy crazily poured into my mind.

Suddenly, Matt entered into a strange feeling.

Countless cells are constantly rubbing against each other in the torrent of true energy, and positive and negative charges impact each other, eventually integrating into the bioelectricity of the body itself.

An invisible electric field spread out, covering a twenty-meter radius.

A brand new sense appeared in front of Matt's eyes.

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

But calm and composed, not just on the surface, but including the internal mechanical structure of the hull, all angular and clear in light blue!

Matt's whole body trembled with excitement.

Suddenly, he could feel the image of everything containing static electricity within twenty meters around him! Including the internal structure of it!

Chen Guang felt the electrostatic field around him keenly and was slightly startled.

Then, he showed a satisfied smile.

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 one who is my teacher.

I didn’t expect that my teacher would gain something so quickly!

The next second, there is a bigger, stronger, more intense one, with this yacht as the center of the circle.

The invisible electric field that directly enveloped the entire New York Island spread!

(End of chapter)