Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

"Borrow money?"

It seemed that the keyword switch had been triggered. The gang member looked Lincoln carefully up and down, and then looked at the crowd who had not noticed the situation at all, and suddenly became aware of it.

Borrow money? Expect an Asian to repay the money? It's better to sell the person directly. You can get money quickly without risk, so why bother to borrow money?

Just as Lincoln was ready to take advantage of the enemy, the local gang he found was also ready to take advantage of others.

When the door behind him clicked shut, the originally peaceful room was immediately filled with the smell of ghosts and ghosts.

Looking at the gangsters approaching him without good intentions, Lincoln immediately realized what they wanted to do.

He was going to play black and white, and these people were going to engage in business without capital. It was a head-to-head confrontation, and they ran into each other directly.

Lincoln moved his steps quietly twice to ensure that everyone was within his observation range. He loosened his clothes and looked at the crowd in the room calmly: "Before we take action, does anyone else want to go out?"

"Get out of here, Mom!" Someone shouted, and then the originally peaceful room became noisy, with crowds of people rushing toward Lincoln from different corners.

In a closed environment, they were confident and had no intention of using guns. Instead, they rushed forward with simple 'repair' tools such as crowbars, wrenches, and steel pipes.

In their opinion, two fists are no match for four hands. Even if Lincoln is an Asian who is proficient in kung fu, he will be defeated by them today.

They are determined to take advantage of this no-cost transaction!

On the table behind the crowd, seeing Lincoln's figure being obscured by the swarming crowd, gang leader Josh couldn't help but laugh: "Want to take a gamble, how long can that guy last?"

When the boss spoke, there was no reason why the younger brother wouldn't follow suit: "For one dollar, I bet he'll be lying on the ground like a dead dog in less than half a minute."

"Half a minute, too long, I bet ten seconds. Ten...nine..."

Bang!

A few people were talking and laughing when a figure fell down from a distance and smashed the table in front of them with a bang.

Looking at the little brother on the ground vomiting blood among the debris, Josh knew that this man would not survive.

He looked at the crowd with a frosty face, and then he saw that Lincoln, who he had expected to be vulnerable, was now like a god descending from heaven.

Each of his punches and kicks are extremely powerful. A casual punch or palm strike can easily knock an unlucky guy to the ground. Whether he can get up or not depends entirely on whether the God of Death is on duty or not.

On the other hand, although the men under their command wielded steel pipes, crowbars and even wrenches with great force, they could not break through the defense of Lincoln, who was made of steel, and could not even make him frown.

In less than half a minute, the ground was indeed covered with bleeding and groaning people, but Lincoln was not among them.

Looking at Lincoln with a calm expression, the corners of Josh's eyes twitched rapidly. He had thoughts of retreating, but when his body moved, the heavy weight on his waist made him feel more at ease.

His palm quietly touched the handle of the gun, and he looked at Lincoln with a sneer: "Whoever breaks into my place and beats me, you will die today. I will pour you into cement and sink to the bottom of the sea."

"Really?" The perspective allowed Lincoln to clearly see Josh pulling out a gun in the dark, but this did not make him fearful at all: "Come and try."

"snort!"

Josh snorted coldly and stood up with a cry. At this moment, he took out his pistol and pointed it at Lincoln: "I said you are dead, you are dead. Now kneel down and surrender, maybe

I can leave you a whole body."

Greed and the confidence brought by the gun blinded Josh's eyes. He felt that Lincoln, who knew kung fu, would be able to sell it at a better price!

However, what he didn't expect was that the barrier he relied on would not make Lincoln feel afraid at all.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Lincoln smiled slightly, looked around, picked up a wrench from the ground, weighed it twice in his hand, and then looked at the gang leader: "I think you are out of your mind, and I happen to have a tool in my hand.

Come, let me help you fix it."

With that said, he took a step forward and walked towards the muzzle of the gun.

"I don't know whether to live or die." A cold look flashed in Josh's eyes, and then without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunfire roared, echoing louder in the room.

The gunfire and gunfire stimulated Lincoln's nerves, and in an instant, the world slowed down.

With Superman's reaction speed, he could clearly see the orange bullets spinning out of the muzzle of the gun and slowly coming towards him in a straight line.

"Too slow." With a confident smile on his lips, Lincoln stretched out his hand, pinched it with two fingers, and easily picked the bullet from the air into his hand.

The threat is removed, and the world returns to its normal speed.

There was a clanging sound, and Josh was completely stunned as he watched the bullets dropped by Lincoln falling to the ground.

He looked blankly at the warhead, then at Lincoln, with clearly visible panic in his eyes.

He was afraid, he was really afraid.

It was the first time he met someone who could catch bullets with his bare hands. This was completely beyond his expectations.

He felt that he should have met Superman in the comics, and maybe he had become the target of Superman's heroic deeds. But he couldn't figure out why Superman was Asian?

Thoughts flashed through his mind many times. With fear and despair in his heart, as if struggling to his death, he pulled the trigger one after another and fired all the bullets in a swarm.

But just like before, no! Even worse!

Josh watched helplessly as Lincoln waved his palm like a phantom, a clanging sound was heard, and the bullet was ejected as if it had hit a steel plate.

In the dark, he seemed to hear the sound of 'the attack failed to penetrate the enemy's armor'.

He threw away the 'iron block' that had been drained of bullets and tried to find a weapon again, but he heard a sound of wind and Lincoln's figure stood in front of him in an instant.

In the last second of his life, he only saw the shiny wrench getting closer and closer.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind - I should have lent him money if I had known. Although the money might not come back, at least his life would not be lost.

Bang!

Skull exploded!

"It's cured!"

Wiping the bloody wrench in his hand clean, Lincoln showed a knowing smile as he looked at the messy but unexpectedly 'clean' room.

Picking up the bullet stained with his fingerprints on the ground, Lincoln left the room through the back door with the repair payment given to him by the gang members.

This is a perfect maintenance operation. No one can expose it. Please call him a maintenance expert!