At nine that night, Marco drove his beloved car into Brooklyn.
Suddenly, two strangers jumped out from the roadside and blocked the street.
Marco slammed on the brakes, chewing gum as he leaned out the window with a cold sneer. "I suggest you'd better have mistaken me for someone else."
He was already preparing to teach the two of them a lesson, but after forcing his car to stop, they turned and ran without any other intention.
"Hm?" Marco froze, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.
Bang! A sniper round suddenly came down from above, shattering the car window and striking him in the chest.
Marco's face changed drastically. This was a premeditated assassination, but the shot had not hit anything vital.
One hand covering his wound, he swiftly flipped out of the car and rolled toward an alley.
At the same time, his tongue flicked and trembled outside his mouth, sensing the situation in the dark alley.
"Someone's there!"
Marco immediately noticed a person standing deep in the dark alley, brimming with vitality and closing in on him.
"Who are you?" Marco shouted.
But the person in the darkness did not answer, throwing a punch instead.
A series of clicking sounds came from Marco's throat, like the winding mechanism of a crossbow turning.
Bang! A wad of gum shot violently from Marco's mouth, even breaking the sound barrier and bursting into an air shockwave before him! Yet the other party seemed to have anticipated this move, charging forward with a shield already raised.
The gum struck the shield with a loud clang and ricocheted away.
The figure in the darkness paused briefly, then shattered the paving stones beneath his feet and blasted forward like a cannonball.
"S2!" Marco instantly judged the other party's strength.
He had already taken a