"Good morning, New York."
Listening to the cheerful voice of the radio host through his earpiece, the lobby manager of Huaqi Bank walked into his office with a freshly bought cup of coffee.
Opening the window, the manager closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasant sensation of the morning breeze against his face.
Just then, gunfire suddenly erupted outside.
For a second or two, the manager thought he had misheard, until a robber wearing a clown mask pushed open the door with a shotgun in hand.
The coffee in his hand immediately spilled all over the floor.
Before long, the Brooklyn Police Department, having received the emergency call, immediately dispatched officers.
In just three to five minutes, police cars had surrounded the bank.
A sheriff switched on the loudspeaker of a patrol car and called out to the robbers.
"People inside, listen up. You're surrounded."
"Don't entertain any illusions. Surrender now, and I'll plead your case before the judge."
Bang!
The red and blue lights atop the police cars suddenly shattered. Then, a robber rushed out of the bank entrance, wielding an automatic rifle and roaring as he sprayed bullets at the police!
The officers hurriedly ducked behind their vehicles, holding down their hats as they returned fire.
The robber neither dodged nor evaded. His skin simply turned iron-gray.
Bullets struck his body with a chorus of clangs, and deformed bullet heads fell all over the ground.
The robber burst into laughter. "Useless! Your puny bullets are only good for scratching this Lord Tin Man's itch!"
The sheriff's expression changed drastically. "Damn it, he's a Super."
"Quick, notify The Seven!"
Inside Seven Tower, Angelina saw Azu standing motionlessly and could not help asking, "Master, what's wrong?"
Azu came back to his senses. His hand trembled slightly as,