"Superman?!" Bat-Freak was stunned. Perhaps he had been too intoxicated by the hunt; he hadn't even noticed the other's approach just now.
He was all too familiar with this look. It was the gaze of someone who held the power of life and death, someone who didn't take him seriously in the slightest!
Bat-Freak reacted, flying into a rage: "Who do you think you are? Jesus? God? Just because you tell me to let go, I have to let go?!"
He was no longer the loser he used to be; he was a super-criminal who gave the FBI headaches and struck terror into the hearts of countless ordinary people and even superheroes!
Shawn slowly descended from the air and said coldly: "You are welcome to try."
"Try it, I will!"
Bat-Freak watched the news too. He knew that Superman had risen to fame over the past six months and that his strength was far beyond that of ordinary superheroes, but he simply refused to believe in this superstition.
He had been a hunter for a long time; no matter how powerful the prey, it was nothing more than a meal on his plate!
Bat-Freak let out a sharp screech, preparing to tear the police officer in two without hesitation, but unfortunately, he did not succeed.
Another, much stronger arm was firmly gripping his wrist.
From Bat-Freak's perspective, he only saw the red-cloaked figure that had been in the distance suddenly zoom in, arriving right beside him in an instant.
Super Speed? What kind of Super Speed was this?!
"Ahhhhh!!!!" Before the feeling of shock could even rise, excruciating pain shot through Bat-Freak's hand. His arm, which had been resting on the police officer's shoulder, was crushed and snapped at the wrist in the blink of an eye!
His combat armor was meticulously designed, and his body had been strengthened through training, yet at this moment, it felt as if it were made of paper. Bright red blood splattered.
Superman's voice rang out again: "There is one more."
Bat-Freak was terrified. At this moment, he felt like an ant being toyed with and trampled on at will. But Superman was too fast—so fast that he couldn't react in time.
With a scream, as his arm was twisted and torn off like a pretzel, his abdomen suffered a heavy blow simultaneously. "Bang!!"
An indescribably massive force sent Bat-Freak flying, embedding him into the wall in the distance. Bricks and wall dust fell continuously.
Bat-Freak struggled and fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and coughing up blood; he no longer had his previous composure.
"You have a lot of courage." He tossed the severed arm, which was still bleeding, onto the ground casually.
Superman's expression was indifferent: "Your heart rate has been three times faster since just now, but it's not because you fear me. It seems you still have some tricks hidden up your sleeve?"
On the side, Drummer Boy struggled to turn over. He tilted his head back, witnessing everything that had happened. His mouth was wide open, and his heart was beating uncontrollably fast. He was too strong.
What exactly was Superman's background, and what was his strength?! Bat-Freak, who had been composed and elegant just moments ago, enjoying the pleasure of the hunt, was completely powerless in his hands!!
Superman's power seemed to come from another planet—strong enough to make his opponents despair, strong enough to strike fear into the heart of a boy who had never seen much of the world.
"Oh hahaha..." Bat-Freak knelt on the ground, hysterical: "Superman, you really are different from the other superheroes. Only a super-human who can injure me is worthy of being with me!!"
Superman looked at this pervert, his brows furrowed. Based on his observations, Bat-Freak didn't seem like someone who was ready to face death without fear, so what did he have to rely on?
With 'Super Senses' and 'Super Brain' pushed to their maximum, Shawn quickly discovered something special.
"Hehe~" Shawn chuckled, pointing his index finger at the air. "Hmm, is it because of this? No way?!"
"..." Behind his mask, Bat-Freak's face could not hide his astonishment. He regretted talking too much just now. Before he could react—
Shawn took a deep breath of the air, his chest slightly expanding, and then blew hard at the kneeling Bat-Freak!
"Whoosh~~!!!!" Air was released from his mouth, transforming into a destructive hurricane!
He didn't need extreme cold; he just needed to increase the wind force to sweep everything away. Even so, the distant Drummer Boy felt the temperature around him drop. He widened his eyes as he watched the hurricane wreak havoc, sending gravel flying wherever it passed, and the steel-reinforced sheds on top of several buildings were directly collapsed and blown away!!
The gray mist that had been lingering in the air, shrouding the streets and alleys, was also blown away completely.
Shawn grinned and looked at Bat-Freak, who was lying on the ground: "What other tricks do you have now?"
Bat-Freak couldn't even lift his head under the pressure of the hurricane. His head and clothes were covered in a thin layer of frost, looking as if he had just come out of a freezer.
"Oh haha~~! Cough..." He looked up, staring straight at Shawn, his narrow eyes filled with madness: "That's it, that's it! The stronger you are, the better, Superman... I absolutely love you to death!!!"
As he spoke, he sprang up suddenly; his strengthened body granted him outstanding speed. He charged forward, his cape whipping through the air with a snapping sound. With an astonishing leap, like a giant bat demon, he lunged at Superman in an instant.
Shawn's eyes glowed red. "Wrong answer!"
"Sizzzz—" Two red laser beams shot from his eyes, sharper than any blade in the world. In the blink of an eye, they struck Bat-Freak's abdomen, slicing through his heavy armor and cutting him in half at the waist!
A corner of a wall further away slid down slowly, as if it had been a block of tofu cut neatly.
"It hurts! Oh hahaha~~~" Bat-Freak's lower body fell straight to the ground, but his upper body, with intestines spilling out and covered in gore, was still laughing wildly as if nothing had happened.
He continued to lunge, reaching out with both hands and grabbing Shawn's neck. Bat-Freak grinned, letting the blood gush out: "I've got you! Now you are mine, Superman!"
As he finished speaking, the veins on his face bulged, and he squeezed tightly with both hands. Shawn remained expressionless, though he felt a bit of disgust when sensing the other's aura at such close range: "You can hijack my body?"
Bat-Freak rolled his eyes back, laughing triumphantly: "Oh hahaha~! You found out too late."
"Sizzzz—" The red light reappeared, blowing up the head of the hideous Bat-Freak. The world finally quieted down completely.
Shawn frowned. The headless corpse's arms were still tightly gripping his neck. A dark green mist poured out from the spurting neck and every part of the corpse's skin, forming a bizarre bat shape that lunged into Shawn's mouth and nose.
"Bang!" The arms finally fell limp, and the corpse hit the ground, turning into ashes like a burning piece of paper!
Superman stood in the cold wind, letting his cape flutter, looking like a statue.
"Superman... Superman, are you okay?!" Not far away, Drummer Boy struggled to get up and shouted with some uncertainty.
It was only then that he noticed something wrong. The corpse had disappeared, and the bloodstains on the ground no longer existed.
He touched his cheeks and chest; apart from being exhausted, all the serious injuries on his body were gone.
Nearby, the patrol officers Dalton, Brad, and Marcus were unconscious, but they were not in any life-threatening danger.
Further away, in the alley, the four police officers who were previously believed to have sacrificed themselves were all lying on the ground, unharmed, curled up and snoring softly.
Drummer Boy was stunned. 'Weren't they dismembered? How could they still be alive?!' Before, it was as if they had all just had an incredibly realistic nightmare.
Now the nightmare was over, but what awaited them might be an even worse outcome.
"Oh hahaha~~~!!!" A familiar, sharp voice came from the deepest part of the alley. The same black robe and black cape, the same bat mask; the only difference was that the thin body was far less burly and robust than before.
Another Bat-Freak, or perhaps the real Bat-Freak, walked out slowly from inside with a sprawled gait.
When passing by the four sleeping police officers, seemingly annoyed by them being in the way, Bat-Freak gave one a hard kick, but the officer didn't move at all, sleeping like a log.
He cursed in a low voice: "Wasting my pheromones; I'll come back to deal with you later!"
The lower half of his exposed face looked like a completely different person from before, looking like a drug addict who could end up in a coffin at any moment, but the voice was the same.
Drummer Boy finally understood the whole story. The murder case was real, Superman's rescue was real; if they had both failed, then the scenes in the nightmare would have been real too!
Drummer Boy looked at the approaching Bat-Freak, anger surging in his heart, and questioned him loudly: "You still dare to come out?!"
"Hehe~! Boy, you are very interesting. Why wouldn't I dare?"
Bat-Freak's thin shoulders looked frail, but his tone was more arrogant than anyone's: "The long-term preparations were all worth it. I have obtained the thing I dreamed of most, and I no longer have to hide and run!"
Drummer Boy seemed to think of something, his face turning pale.
Bat-Freak turned his head to look at the motionless Shawn, pointed at the boy, and ordered loudly: "Superman! Come here quickly and kill them!"
'It's over...' Drummer Boy swallowed subconsciously.
Shawn still stood there, like a piece of wood.
[Name]: Ezra Barrett (Bat-Freak) [Gender]: Male [Age]: 38 [Ability]: Pheromone Manipulation · LV5, Mind Invasion · LV4
[Evaluation]: National level. Sweat glands and breath can secrete special biological pheromones, causing the inhaler's brain to fall into hallucinations; possesses the ability to invade minds, and after killing the spirit, can operate the opponent's body. A vicious criminal with national-level strength.
This was probably the strongest super-human Shawn had encountered besides The Seven, and a rare "silver coin" type at that. No wonder he was able to run circles around the FBI and Vought International after committing multiple murders.
Didn't hear me? Bat-Freak frowned and raised his volume again: "I told you to come over, did you hear me?!"
This time, Superman finally reacted. He turned his head gently, his eyes slowly glowing red. "How pitiful... hiding inside for so long, only to create such a small range of gray mist. It must have been very hard, right?"
"Uh..." Bat-Freak trembled all over. He hadn't ordered the other party to use Heat Vision, nor had he manipulated Superman to speak.
'I've been seen through by him.' Is it too late to beg for mercy now?
Feeling the mental connection being completely severed in an instant, Bat-Freak's mouth opened wide, preparing to talk about his miserable past life, but the red light had already shot over.
"Sizzzz—!" This time, Superman's beam of justice came from above, splitting him straight in two! The smell of burning filled the air, and his internal organs were scattered all over the ground.
Real blood is just different; it was still steaming.
Shawn looked at the only conscious, terrified boy, adjusted his state of mind, and revealed a warm smile: "You are very good, Drummer Boy. Love and courage are the hymns of humanity, and I admire you."
Facing Superman's sudden praise, not knowing if it was because he was too flattered, Drummer Boy shuddered all over.
"Th-thank you, it's my honor..." Meeting Shawn's gaze, his pale face revealed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Superman, you are my idol."
The nightmare was over. Although it was still night, looking at Superman standing in front, Drummer Boy felt as if he had seen the sun.
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