National Superpowers: Something Is Wrong With Your Superpowers

In a corner of a street near No. 3 Middle School, three people were squatting. One of them was staring at his phone for a long time.

"Second brother, please pay attention carefully. This is the first time we have received a mission. We must not make any mistakes." The person who spoke was a little gangster with yellow hair.

"This is also the first shot for our team, so cheer up. Did you look carefully at the photo?"

"Don't worry, brother, we are professionals. I can recognize them even if they turn into ashes." A young man with red hair said.

"Lao San, are you ready to record the video?" Huang Mao reminded again.

"Don't worry, brother, I'm always ready. We are professionals." The green-haired young man in the corner responded.

Huang Mao took his cell phone and looked at the time: "It's coming soon, everyone, be ready."

Hongmao put his phone in his pocket and looked at the street intently.

"Whenever the target appears later, second brother, go and attack him secretly. Remember to put on a sack and don't let the target recognize us." Huang Mao ordered.

"I understand, brother, we are professionals."

A young man appeared on the street, muttering something as he walked.

Hongmao quietly walked behind a tree in the middle of the street, which happened to be a blind spot. Maybe the people walking by were thinking about something and didn't notice the person behind him.

There was a muffled sound of "dong", and then a sack was put on the young man.

Hong Mao gestured toward the corner, and Huang Mao and Green Mao flashed out, quickly putting the person into a sack. Red Mao picked him up and ran away. At this speed, Bolt would cry when he saw it.

In a dilapidated warehouse, the red, green and yellow trio tied the newly knocked unconscious man to a pillar, with a sack still on his head.

"Second brother, are you right?" Huang Mao asked cautiously.

"Don't worry, brother, we are professionals and can never make mistakes." Hong Mao said confidently.

"Third brother, get ready to record. What is the client's request? Break the legs or remove the arms?"

Lu Mao picked up the phone and read what was written in the memo, "Brother, the client's request is to beat him so hard that he won't be able to get out of bed for a month."

Huang Mao walked up to the tied man, carrying a bucket, and splashed a bucket of water on him.

"Who? Who are you?" After the tied man woke up, he couldn't see anything because he had a sack on his head, so he shouted loudly.

"Don't talk nonsense. You've offended someone you shouldn't have offended, my second son. Go and shut his mouth."

I saw Hong Mao squeezing a piece of thin iron sheet behind him in his hands, and then shaped it into a round ball. He directly tore a hole in the sack, pinched open the man's mouth, and stuffed the iron ball in.

"Woo..." After his mouth was gagged, he could only make a whimpering sound.

Huang Mao picked up a baseball bat and hit the man on the chest, "Dang~".

When the baseball bat came into contact with the man's chest, it made a crisp metallic sound.

"Boy, how dare you resist?" Huang Mao said fiercely when he took off the man's clothes and saw a layer of golden light on the surface of his skin.

"Put it on his head and let me see how long his powers can last. If he can't hold on for a while, his brain will blossom."

"Second brother, come here and see how long he can hold on."

Hong Mao took the baseball bat and raised it to swing it.

"Wu...wu..." The person who was beaten seemed to be scared and whined something.

Visible to the naked eye, the metallic luster on the skin disappeared.

"That's right, let me beat you so hard that you won't be able to get out of bed for a month. It will make it easier for you and for us to work together." Huang Mao said in a pleasant tone when he saw that this man was so sensible and no longer as fierce as before.

The trio of red, green and yellow took turns beating each other for about ten minutes.

The man's chest was bloody and bloody, but he was still breathing. It looked like he had several broken ribs.

"Okay, take off this man's clothes and throw them on the side of the road." Seeing that he was almost done, Huang Mao ordered the following two people.

"This is also the customer's request. Second child, remember to record a video with your mobile phone and send it to me when the time comes." Huang Mao added.

"Brother, what should I do with these things on him?" Hong Mao searched a wallet and a mobile phone from this man.

"This phone is not bad." Huang Mao took it and opened the phone to look at it.

"Take away the money in the wallet, find a place with the phone, and see if you can crack the password. As for the cards in the wallet, return them to him. We are moral."

"Okay." Hong Mao put the man in the sack again and disappeared into the distance.

After coming back not long after, Hongmao cursed: "Ma De, it turns out you are a poor guy. You still want to make some extra money, but you don't have a dime in your wallet. Bah~"

"Lao San, how was the recording? Have you recorded everything?"

"Don't worry, brother, we are professionals, and I have opened beauty treatments for us." Lu Mao took out his mobile phone and played the video of the beating to Huang Mao.

"Well done. Call the customer, send the video, and ask him to call us the balance." Huang Mao patted Lu Mao on the shoulder and praised him.

Lu Mao picked up the phone and dialed the number.

While Lu Mao was on the phone, Huang Mao's cell phone rang, and he quickly signaled Lu Mao not to call yet.

"Brother, turn off your phone quickly. I heard that some of the more advanced mobile phones now have positioning functions. If you answer the phone, someone may track you to us." Lu Mao stared at the mobile phone in Huang Mao's hand and said.

"Brother, did you notice what number just called?"

"No, it only shows an unknown number. Brother, you lost this phone. Remember to turn it off before throwing it away to avoid being located." The phone is like a hot potato.

"Brother, isn't it a pity to lose it like this? My mobile phone is almost broken and can no longer be used. Why don't we find someone to repair this mobile phone?" Hong Mao looked at the brand new mobile phone and was a little reluctant to lose it.

"Pa", Huang Mao slapped Hong Mao on the head and said, "Do you have any potential? When our order is completed, I will buy you a new one. This phone may have been located. Throw it away quickly. What's wrong? Throw it as far as you can."

"Lao San, it's not safe here now. Let's find a safe place to call the customer." Huang Mao ordered.

Hongmao took his cell phone and disappeared quickly, and the remaining two people also left the warehouse and disappeared into the night.

At one end of the pedestrian street, there was a naked man who was stripped naked and had a sack on his head. A group of people gathered around him.

"This kid is so white. It's a pity that he was beaten so badly that he looked disfigured." An aunt saw the person lying on the ground.

"Hey, superpower bureau? There is a naked man here, at the west end of the pedestrian street. Come over and have a look." A kind person saw this and picked up the phone to call the police.