The clone perfectly demonstrates the tutorial on cold weapons against hot weapons. First of all, you have to find a way not to be shot to death!

The metal impact sound of "dingding ding..." indicates that the clone has solved this problem.

Then you need to move quickly, kill the two policemen in front with one left and one right, so as to achieve the purpose of deterrence.

If it does not serve as a deterrent effect, it will be besieged by more powerful firepower like a clone. The person in charge present quickly picked up the communicator on the car and called for air support.

The police helicopter was dispatched, with a machine gunner and a sniper standing by in the cabin, staring at the clone from above, not only preventing him from escaping, but also taking necessary measures.

The ground manager held the communicator and continued to call: "No, it's not enough, the gun cannot kill him, Director, we need more powerful firepower."

The police chief yelled in anger: "Fart? Do you want me to drive the tank to Sunset Avenue? I will give you two helicopters at most, so you can do it yourself."

Of course, the helicopter cannot cause harm to the clone, but will instead arouse his counterattack plan in emergency procedures, such as cracking the back and extending a surface-to-air missile launcher.

"Holyshit, what the hell is this?" The policemen who were shooting went crazy. They thought they were dreaming.

Fortunately, the pedestrians around had been cleared long ago, and no one took a picture of this terrifying scene.

"Swoosh", "Swoosh"...

The missile was launched, and the helicopter could not avoid it. The wreckage that was blown into charred fell onto the street.

A policeman shouted in despair: "This is not a human at all, only Hancock can kill him."

The person in charge heard the shout and had an idea and contacted the reporters outside the venue.

Soon, a missing person notice appeared in major news outlets in Los Angeles - "We need you, Hancock, we are being killed."

At this time, Hancock was still basking in the sun beside his trailer, and the radio was filled with country music from fifty years ago.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and DJ began to read the manuscript given to him by his boss, and the content was naturally to look for Hancock.

This hastily written manuscript is actually pretty good, which makes others sound very sincere and objectively discusses the future relationship between Hancock and Los Angeles City.

Hancock listened lazily to the broadcast, and he was not interested in most of the content, which made him very moved - if he helped solve this problem, the mayor of Los Angeles would list him as a friend of the city.

In this way, no one shouldn't sell him alcohol, right?

Hancock looked at the empty bottles beside him, lowered his head to ponder for a while, and felt that the whiskey he bought in the past was better.

So he stood up and flew towards the city.

Although the police chief was annoyed that the person in charge of the scene promised too much to the media, he could not jump out and deny it. He could only wait anxiously in the office for the results.

Ten minutes after the news aired, Hancock actually appeared on Sunset Avenue.

As usual, he landed without controlling his speed, smashing a big hole in the street and splashing gravel.

On the field, the clone had already slowly reached the twelfth policeman who shot the most fiercely. He walked towards the thirteenth with a knife in his hand.

Hancock landed in front of him, holding the bottle in his right hand, stretched out his left hand to stop the clone, and said, "Damn it, there are too many white people in this place. I haven't been here a few times and I almost got lost. Man, why are you so irritable?"

When the clone saw the main target appear, he immediately loaded the language system and said mechanically: "Hello, Hancock."

As he said that, he inserted the knife back to his back, looking calm.

"Uh." Hancock pulled off his windproof sunglasses, exposed his eyes, looked at his clone strangely, and said, "Who are you, what the hell?"

The clone replied dumbly: "I am punishing crimes and preventing Los Angeles from being occupied by crime."

"Ah? Is it okay to kill the police?" Hancock said with a smile. He was also annoyed by these waste policemen and always caused trouble when he caught bad people.

"No," the clone took out the camera, pulled out the picture he took, and explained, "The police hindered me from punishing crimes and shot me. I was just defending myself."

Hancock never had the patience to listen to others talk so much, but when he flew over, he noticed his clone's invulnerable defense, and he was a little confused. Could this guy be his kind?

You know, after he woke up in an old Miami clinic eighty years ago, he completely forgot about the past and never met anyone with special abilities like him.

After seeing the photos, Hancock pointed to the body wearing police uniforms on the ground and said, "But why did you kill them? Man, the bullets can't hit my body, but I never took the initiative to hurt others."

The clone searched in the system network for a while and gave an answer: "According to behavioral predictions, if I don't kill them, I will be caught by them and sent to the Los Angeles Secret Institute, which seriously affects my continued operational mission to punish street criminals tonight."

"Oh, man, this is not possible. No one will do this. You can't kill people casually." Hancock became serious. He felt that the person in front of him was not normal. Maybe he was not his kind, but like the powerful villains in American comics.

The onlookers hid behind the police car and looked at the two people in the field, shocked by Hancock's words.

Why is this strange situation? Hancock, known as the "Los Angeles Devil", is actually teaching others to pay attention to standards!

Hancock's answer was sent to the system network, and then searched it again. After a second, he said: "No, in order to save more Los Angeles people, I must smash all obstacles. If you want to stop me, I will be listed as a target for clearance."

Hancock took off the thread cap that he had been wearing for many years, stuffed it into his pocket, and said with a headache: "F*ck, don't you understand human words? You have to force me to take action."

The clone took a step back, put on a defensive posture, and said: "The target has an attack tendency to detect, apply for a strike against special targets... Apply to pass, prepare to take the enemy!"

"KaKaKaKa."

All the skin on the clone disappeared, and mechanical parts appeared on his body surface, constantly changing. Finally, the entire clone turned into a human-shaped steel robot.

Now, Hancock completely understood that this was not his kind. It was probably a high-tech robot created by the country. It ended up losing control and killing people everywhere, just like that movie "Frankenstein"?
Chapter completed!