Superman in Black Robe

After Jupiter said goodbye to Dr. Genos, he began to search for the location of the zombie man...

Inside the dark warehouse.

A man in a trench coat was hiding in the dark and secretly observing everything.

"Are there thirty enemies?"

After determining the number of enemies, the man took out two axes from under his windbreaker.

"Hey! You'd better just surrender!"

The man walked openly and openly towards the group of villains who were busy unloading the goods.

"ha?"

"Who are you? Don't meddle in other people's business!"

When the man in the trench coat appeared in front of everyone, a gangster who couldn't stand it looked a bit unhappy and walked up to the man in the trench coat.

"Please stop your behavior of transporting prohibited items, otherwise I will intervene with force to stop their illegal behavior."

Facing the threat from the gangster, the man in the trench coat looked extremely calm and spoke coldly.

"Do you know where this is?"

The gangster boy took out a pistol from his trouser pocket, put it against the man in the trench coat and shouted loudly.

"It seems there is no way to talk. In that case..."

The man in the trench coat was a little helpless. If possible, he didn't want to go to the step of interfering with human beings by force.

"bump!"

Just when the man in the trench coat was about to take action, the roar of a bullet fired from the barrel of the gun reached everyone's ears.

Along with a string of bright red, the bullet shot directly through the head of the man in the trench coat.

"Forehead……"

For a time, countless gangsters were dumbfounded. They didn't expect that someone would shoot directly, and it would be a headshot.

"You guys are too slow. What's the point of talking nonsense with a guy like this?"

"Just kill him with one shot."

Just when everyone was stunned, a man in a black suit with a cigar in his mouth walked out of the room and shouted loudly at the gangsters.

"Big, big brother!"

The gangsters looked at the man who fired the gun, stood up straight, and bowed respectfully.

"Stop talking nonsense and get rid of this guy's body quickly."

The gangster brother spoke coldly.

"As you command!"

All the gangster boys continued to face the gangster brother, bowing and preaching.

"Really, it's so embarrassing."

The gangster brother cursed and turned around.

"ah!!!"

The moment the gangster brother turned around, there was a burst of screams behind him.

"Tsk~"

The gangster brother, who was already a little impatient, suddenly became angry when he heard the screams behind him, and turned away unhappily.

"You bastards, what do you call them?"

"Give me some time to calm down, uh..."

The gangster brother, who was originally in a bad mood, turned around and looked at everything in front of him. His eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he saw.

The man who had been shot in the head by him was now standing on the spot without any injuries, while several of his men had their hands and feet cut off and were lying on the ground.

"Hey! That hit you just made hurt me so much!"

The man in the trench coat wiped the blood on his body and showed a scary smile towards the gangster brother.

"Damn monster!"

The gangster brother's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his hands were moving slowly.

"Pa bang bang..."

He pressed the trigger continuously against the man in the trench coat, shooting bullets through the body of the man in the trench coat.

"hehe……"

However, these bullets are completely useless to the man in the trench coat.

The man in the trench coat just withstood the attack of the gangster brother and walked towards the gangster brother step by step.

"Asshole! Come on, help me!"

Seeing that he was defeated, the gangster brother immediately greeted him loudly.

"We are here, brother!"

Following the gangster's greeting, black-clad gangsters armed with sticks, knives and guns swarmed out of the house and surrounded the immortal man in trench coat.

"Hahaha……"

The gangster brother slowly breathed a sigh of relief after his younger brothers all walked out.

"You are alone, even if you are immortal, how can you fight with more than 20 of us?"

The gangster brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and started strategizing again.

"More than twenty people?"

When the man in the trench coat heard this, his expression remained unchanged. He held an ax in one hand and a sword in the other, and just faced off with everyone.

"Hey hey hey..."

"I advise you to give up! I am a former B-class hero! You cannot beat me as a current quasi-A-class criminal."

Among the gangster boys, one of them held a throwing knife in his hand. From time to time, he stuck out his tongue and licked the knife in his hand. The man with a serious aura said with a lewd smile.

"That's right, that's right!"

The others all agreed with the man's words.

"Quasi-Class A criminal?"

After hearing what everyone said, the man in the windbreaker's face darkened and seemed a little unhappy.

"Hey hey hey~"

"That's right! Now you know the gap in our strength, right?"

The man who claimed to be a quasi-A-class criminal smiled and licked the throwing knife in his hand.

"gap?"

The man in the windbreaker's face remained unchanged. He muttered and got into a scuffle with a group of gangster boys.

In an instant, the man in the trench coat had several stab wounds on his body, but the man in the trench coat didn't care at all. He traded injuries for injuries like a madman.

"Neuropathy."

The gangster brother was a little scared when he saw the man in the trench coat who kept swinging the blade, and cursed in a low voice.

It has to be said that the man in the trench coat's fighting method of ignoring the pain is really powerful, and soon someone fell to his hands.

I saw a man in a trench coat cutting off a person's legs and feet with a knife.

"Forehead……"

Everyone looked at the miserable appearance of the man who had lost his legs and feet, and suddenly felt a little frightened. They all stopped their movements, fearing that they might be one of them and damage the people here. They were fighting for tens of thousands of dollars a month.

The salary is not worth fighting for.

"Who else?"

The man in the trench coat returned to his original state again and spoke coldly.

Everyone looked at the man in the trench coat who was not afraid of life or death and would immediately recover from any injuries. They felt frightened and frightened. For a while, no one dared to go up.

"Whoa!"

Just when everyone was afraid, several flying knives cut through the air and landed on the man in the trench coat.

"puff!"

The man in the trench coat exploded instantly and fell to the ground.

"Look at your ugly looks. The other party is just a useless piece of trash except that it can't be killed."

The person who threw the knife was the self-proclaimed quasi-A-level criminal.

"Instant kill!"

A group of underworld gangsters looked at the man who looked like a god of war and was actually killed like this. Their mouths were wide open and their eyes were full of disbelief.

"So, as a quasi-A-class criminal, there is an essential gap between you and me."

The quasi-A-class criminal holding a throwing knife said with a ferocious smile.

"Does it really hurt me to death?"

At that moment when the would-be Class A criminal was grinning ferociously, the man who was lying on the ground stood up from the ground again.

"You guy..."

The quasi-A-class criminal looked at the man in the trench coat, whose pupils trembled as he stood up from the ground again. He seemed to have thought of something.

"You are not the S-class hero zombie man from the Hero Association, are you?"

The quasi-A-class criminal always thought that the man in the trench coat was just a bastard hero with such extraordinary regeneration ability. However, when the man in the trench coat died and was reborn again and again, no matter what kind of damage he suffered, it completely violated the law of regeneration.

After repeated resurrections, the would-be Class A criminal finally recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

"Did you finally recognize me? Unfortunately, it's a bit late."

The zombie man said, waving the ax and sword in his hands and walking towards the quasi-A-class criminal.

"ah!!!"

The screams that followed in the next second kept coming to mind in this warehouse.

It took four hours for the zombie man to subdue everyone here.

"call……"

The zombie man breathed out slowly, today is also a day for justice to be carried out.

"Click~"

Just when the zombie man was about to destroy the contraband, a flash of light attracted the zombie man's attention.

"Um?"

The zombie man turned around and looked at the man in white who didn't know when he appeared behind him, showing a puzzled expression.

"Ah, yes, that's it. It's better to smile."

"Evidence of the S-class hero zombie man who killed superheroes and secretly smuggled contraband was obtained."

The man in white took the evidence with his camera and gently placed it on the ground.

"Wait, no, I..."

"you misunderstood!"

After hearing what the man in white said, the zombie man kept explaining.

"Snapped!"

Before the zombie man could finish speaking, the man in white came to the zombie man in an instant and locked his throat with one hand.

"There is no misunderstanding..."

"Now that the evidence is conclusive, as a superhero, I can only 'execute justice'. The evil weirdo zombie man must die~"

The man in white lifted the zombie man from the ground.

"Tell me, are you really not going to die?"

The man in white asked, while the zombie man's throat was locked with constant force.

The next second, the watermelon exploded! The white and red flesh shattered to pieces.