Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

The sentence "Really?" immediately made the thief feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. He grabbed the banknotes and stuffed them into his arms, and then looked outside warily: "Who! Come out and speak!"

"Shouldn't you be the one to speak out?"

He held the thief in the hospital by the throat with one hand, preventing him from making any rash move. Lincoln looked calm, as if he was not the one surrounded by the crowd.

Hearing this, the thief finally came to his senses.

Realizing that he had lost his composure in front of his men, the thief angrily kicked open the door and walked out. He saw Lincoln surrounded by a group of people and immediately became angry: "Is it you, a blind thing, who broke into my territory?

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"You took my things, how can you say that I broke into your territory? I just came to get my things back."

Lincoln chuckled and waved his hand casually, and the thief who was strangled by the neck was thrown out of the air, smashing a pile of junk in the corner of the courtyard with a bang.

One of the thieves in the group stepped forward and tried to breathe, and then looked at the leader: "Head, he's still alive."

Hearing that his men were still alive, the thief's face looked a little better, but only a little. Faced with Lincoln who rushed to his home, he could not be willing to turn silk into brocade with Lincoln because of this.

The little strength Lincoln showed made the thieves take a high look, but now that the courtyard is full of his people, how could he lose!

Thinking of this, the thief didn't feel anxious for a moment: "Looking at your posture, you are a martial arts practitioner, with a background in martial arts?"

Lian Jia Zi? Martial Arts?

After hearing what the thief said, Lincoln couldn't help but fell silent, but his silent attitude made the thief strengthen his suspicions, and his whole spirit became excited.

"I've long heard that all of you martial artists are good at fighting. I didn't have the chance before, but this time I want to see how good they are! You guys, get on top and kill him!"

A low-level thief and a high-level warrior, what an exciting ambition! Just thinking about it makes the thief tremble all over.

However, being completely immersed in his own world, he completely failed to notice the change in Lincoln's eyes.

Strength should be limited. Lincoln agreed with this statement, so he has always placed this limit on himself to prevent himself from completely degenerating into the superpower in the comics.

But sometimes, this restriction will be lifted, such as now, when a group of people want to surround and kill him.

The thieves thought he was a martial artist, but to be blunt, those martial arts practitioners who practiced martial arts were not taken seriously by Lincoln at all.

Who is he, Superman! Still a Superman who has been exposed to so much sun!

Over such a long time, his body has been strengthened to an incredible degree, which refers to more than just physical fitness.

Human body structure is destined to have their weaknesses and strengths. The so-called martial arts are just routines and techniques to attack weaknesses.

As a superman with a super brain, Lincoln can crush ordinary humans by blocking the opponent's attacks and attacking weak points, even if he lets his body's instincts take care of it.

Human beings have limits, but Superman does not.

I don't know whether it was the sticks in their hands or the crowd that gathered around them that gave them courage. After a loud shout, the three hands who only dared to do petty theft on the street rushed towards Lincoln like wild dogs with red eyes.

But the next moment, they understood that there is a difference between humans and non-humans.

Lincoln didn't take any additional actions. He just silently opened the biological force field a little, and then everyone was horrified to see that the swords, guns and sticks that were thrown out were bounced away as if they had hit a transparent head wall and an iron wall.

Under this powerful reaction force, their palms were numb with pain, but Lincoln moved at this time.

His body was as light as a gust of wind. Everyone only saw a flash of phantom, and then everything went dark. He lost all control of his body and fell to the ground.

From the time the thief spoke to the end of the battle, only three seconds passed.

The battle ended so quickly that it would be more appropriate to call it a crushing. It wasn't until the last standing thug staggered to the ground that the thief suddenly got his wits about him.

In front of him were his subordinates who didn't know whether they were alive or dead. The thief's previous anger had been extinguished to the point where not even a spark was left.

Looking at Lincoln, he was trembling, and he had only one thought in his mind - This is fucking martial arts? When did martial arts become so powerful? Have I been abandoned by the times?

"You, you..." The thief looked at Lincoln, feeling so scared that he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

There was an expression on his face that a loved one had passed away, and the forced smile was uglier than crying. He raised his hand and swung it on his face: "I am really blind and blind, I...I

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"Farewell to me." Lincoln looked at the thief with a dull look, as if he were looking at a dead person without any expression: "It's time to pay me back the money you owe me."

"Okay, okay, okay." The thief nodded vigorously, reached out and took out the banknotes and handed them to Lincoln. His feet were so weak that he even knelt down.

"Are you bluffing me?" Lincoln didn't even look at the banknotes in his hand: "This is a 1940 dollar bill. How old is it now? You took my US dollar worth five hundred oceans and now you are fooling me with a fake one."

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"Five, five hundred oceans?!" Hearing Lincoln's words, the thieves were shocked. He looked at the banknotes in Lincoln's hand, and then at Lincoln who looked serious. At this time, he finally came to his senses.

What kind of mistress is getting a big job? This is a trap set up by others, and the first time he opens his mouth, he gets a whole five hundred yuan!

What is the concept of five hundred oceans? In this era, as long as they do not engage in pornography, gambling or drugs, this amount of money is enough for a family of five to live in Beijing for five years.

Even if he is the leader of this group, the wealth he has accumulated over the years is only 500 yuan. The leader even suspected that Lincoln had already set his sights on his family's wealth, so he set up this trap.

He was filled with resentment in his heart, but faced with Lincoln who killed dozens of people with one man's strength, no matter how unwilling and angry he was, he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

He didn't even dare to bargain, lest Lincoln change his mind and beat him to death here, and then there would be no chance of paying for his life.

With blood dripping from his heart, the thief took out all the money he had accumulated over the years, feeling resentful in his heart: Just wait, wait, I will definitely find someone to kill you, and I, Wang Wu, will not be a human being until you are killed!

Wow~Wow~

Five hundred yuan, most of which were deposited in banks, only deposit notes were given, and only a few dozen yuan were given in cash, but even so, the collision sound of these oceans was clear and crisp.

"Thank you."

"No, you're welcome." The thief, who thought he had escaped by chance, couldn't help but relax, and then saw Lincoln shaking his head slightly.

"You misunderstood. When I said thank you, I meant thank you for helping me take out the money so that I wouldn't have to look for it myself."

Hearing this, the thief opened his eyes in horror and pointed at Lincoln in disbelief: "You! You!"

"Those who kill will always be killed." Lincoln's plain voice rang in his ears, and then he heard the sound of his neck bones breaking under the strong pressure, and his vision gradually became chaotic.

"I thought you knew."