Hancock did not appear after such a big incident today. The Los Angeles gang leader was inflating his ambitions. He was vaguely confronted the police chief while not restraining his subordinates.

The next week, Los Angeles people felt the real chaos. The drug dealings on the streets were blatant. When they saw the police, they just turned around. Once a young policeman came up to interrogate, they would get out their guns and kill them and run away.

All valuable jewelry stores were closed, and they even went to other cities to hire bodyguards to guard their warehouses. Anyone who did not do this was robbed.

The media and the public condemned the police's incompetence, and some tabloids began to miss Hancock when they were there, and they wrote: "Although Hancock was not doing well, he could always complete the task."

Gradually, mainstream media began to sing Hancock's hymns, overturning all the news from their own few weeks ago, but they didn't care at all, but instead felt like they were turning their hands around for the clouds and rain.

Hancock saw the news on TV, but he didn't want to do anything. For him, the behaviors of saving people in the past were just a fun and a game in meaningless life. Now that people don't want to play with him, why should he ask for trouble?

Three weeks passed in a row, and the TV, radio and newspapers were calling for Hancock, and the title was changed to - "Superhero, where are you?"

It has no effect, the crime continues, and it is even more crazy, as if it is to vent all the horrors that have been shocked over the past years.

The people were a little desperate. They dared not go out at night or walk to the slums; a large number of entertainment venues closed because there were no guests; the economy in Los Angeles fell sharply, almost catching up with the economic crisis of the 1930s.

Just at this dark time, some changes finally occurred.

On the streets of Los Angeles that day, there was a lot of sunshine. A drug dealer was driving to deliver goods. He was going to three areas today and made a lot of money.

"Bang!" He rear-ended, and made a long mark on a Bentley sedan in front, and even the shield sign with the crossed wings beside the taillights was tilted.

"F*ck, don't you have eyes? How do you park? Are you looking for death?"

In Los Angeles, no matter whether they have money or not, they are afraid of gangsters being rampant.

Mo Tie and Saeko got off the car and saw a short and fat white man wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt pointing at him with a fierce face.

"Is this city sick? Hancock has just disappeared for a few days, and ordinary gangsters are so arrogant." Mo Tie sneered.

The drug dealer ignored what Mo Tie said, but stared at Saeko constantly. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, let alone enjoy it.

"Hmph, boy, if you know the truth, leave your car and woman, get away, I won't bother with you." The short and fat drug dealer pointed at Saeko and said fiercely.

Mo Tie said to Saeko helplessly: "It seems that our plan can be advanced."

As he said that, he gently pushed the drug dealer in front of him, turned around and drove away.

The drug dealer flew hundreds of meters and landed on the city train tracks. His limbs were twisted and he was muddy like a pile of rotten meat in the middle of the rails.

"Woo woo..." The train passed by, and the flesh could not see the human form.

That night, Los Angeles citizens were still hiding at home, ignoring the carnival of motorcycle parties and raging gangsters outside.

However, the city seemed a little quiet tonight, and there were not so many noises, which made many people wonder.

The next morning, people were having breakfast and watching morning news, hoping to see Hancock, but were attracted by another big event, and someone punished the criminal.

But the methods were very cruel. All the criminals who took action last night were cut off and thrown into the trash can on the street corner. There were several photos next to them recording their drug trafficking or robbery.

The media didn't know what title to use to present this matter, and just wrote the word "strange thing".

The second night came, and people still didn't hear the noise of the past.

In the early morning, the trash can on the corner of the street was indeed broken again!

Looking at the corpses of those who had wide eyes and were lying in the garbage, the police who collected the bodies felt a chill. The reporters took out their cameras and pressed the shutter hesitantly.

The third night came and it was still very quiet.

In the early morning, the number of dead people in the trash can was greatly reduced, but some were still there.

Los Angeles police have a headache. They don’t want to face drug trafficking and robbery, nor do they want so many homicides.

But they could not find any clues to the murderer. The police patrolling at night did not hear any shouts, and the bodies appeared in the trash can in the morning.

In just three days, the police station's morgue was full, and I couldn't even wait for the families of these gangsters to claim the bodies.

The police chief was so angry that he threw something in the office, but it was useless. The murderer avoided the patrol police, avoided the hidden cameras and crowds. The police could not find him, and the media actually began to praise the night killer, saying that he had made peace in Los Angeles return again.

In desperation, the police chief called the godfather again, and this time they reached an agreement - committing the crime during the day.

In a crowded place, more than a dozen gangs pretended to rob, and a bunch of police officers were ambushed around them. As long as the murderer dared to appear, they would take him down in one fell swoop and finally declare it to the public that it was an exercise.

This plan full of loopholes was proposed by the police chief. The godfather thought to himself that this guy was indeed a pig. He could not harm him like this in the future. It would be better for this fool to be a director than to replace him with a smart person.

Yes, this plan is very stupid, just like telling others that it is a trap, but the clone sent by Mo Tie took action.

The clone received the order to kill all criminals. No matter what traps and conspiracies, he saw the gangster who robbed passers-by in the square and rushed forward with a punch and kick. Finally, he pulled out a short silver knife from his waist and cut off the gangster's hands and feet in front of the onlookers.

The police rushed out in an instant, pulled out their guns and pointed them at their clones, shouting: "Put down the weapon, raise your hand, and lie on the ground!"

This clone has no loading personality and can only execute commands mechanically.

As soon as he saw the police pulling out his gun, he judged that the police were intervening in the criminal case, so he put away the knives as instructed and left without looking back.

"Bang bang bang!"

The police fired because the clone did not lie down as ordered. In the police manual, this fully meets the standards for shooting.

The bullet hit the clone and was all bounced away. The skin at the shot was damaged slightly, revealing the silver-white armor inside.

However, the skin quickly healed itself, and the clone judged that it was attacked and began to fight back.
Chapter completed!