Throwing Knives That Could Turn!

Facing a gunman with a handgun, they had no power to resist at all.

Just as the five of them trembled in fear and the gunman prepared to circle around the bookshelves to hunt down those pitiful prey, a flash of silver suddenly shot toward him from behind. The smile on his face as he was about to discover his prey froze abruptly. He involuntarily lowered his head, only to see a streak of silver light fly out from his chest, arc through the air before him, and fly back behind him.

He wanted to turn around and see what that silver light was, but all the strength in his body had already drained away in that brief instant. The madness in his eyes gradually faded, and he finally collapsed limply to the floor. Bright red blood gushed from the wound that had pierced through his chest and back, quickly pooling beneath him, just like the people he had killed earlier.

The five people huddled together behind the bookshelf heard the sound of a body falling outside and jumped in fright. After waiting for a long time without hearing any further movement, they watched the pool of blood spread past the bookshelf and reach them, their pupils shrinking.

At last, one man could no longer endure the torment. He gathered his courage and cautiously poked his head out, only to see that the vicious gunman had already fallen in a pool of blood. He looked around but found nothing.

Had he slipped and fallen to his death by accident?

Just as An Ran and the other two quietly discussed the Super Hero "Black Man," a flash of black light appeared, and "Iron Man," who had only just left, reappeared beside them.

"All right, the gunmen have all been dealt with.