In the rain curtain of Queens, several gangsters from Viper Gang were smoking around the off-road vehicle and discussing how to get Eddie's daughter away.
Before they could put out their cigarette butts, there was a heavy and strange sound of footsteps coming from deep in the alley.
Eddie came out.
For the next half minute, this dark street turned into a slaughterhouse.
The bullet hit Eddie's gray-brown scales, not even leaving a white mark, and was all bounced away.
He didn't even use any fighting skills, he just waved his hands that turned into claws.
Easily tear bones and flesh, easily break necks.
The gang leader who usually showed off his power and stepped on Eddie's head to make him call him grandpa was held up in the air by Eddie with one hand.
Green venom dripped down the sharp corners of his head, melting half of the boss's shoulders into blood.
The screams were quickly covered up by the heavy rain.
Eddie gasped and threw the boss's body into the puddle like garbage.
He bent down and took out the thick wad of U. S. dollars from the corpse's arms.
Blood mixed with rain flowed down his paws, soaking the banknotes.
Just ten minutes ago, when he was lying on the verge of death in the alley like a dead dog, all he was thinking about was that as long as he could survive, as long as he could get through this difficulty, he would definitely start a new life, find a serious job, and take good care of his daughter.
But now, when this unparalleled power really surged through his body, his mind changed.
How is it enough to just pay off the loan shark?
He suffered from poverty and being beaten and scolded for half his life.
Now that he is not even afraid of bullets, why should he still be a submissive ordinary person?
Why do you still need to do hard work that doesn't earn you hundreds of dollars a month?
Greed is like this wild grass. Once there is soil to grow, it can grow into a towering tree in an instant.
Anyway, he now looks like a monster with scales and sharp horns, even his own daughter would not be able to recognize him standing in front of him.
Eddie A deep laugh burst from his throat. He turned his head and looked at the jewelry store with neon lights at the end of the street.
That night Queens was destined to be a sleepless night.
Not only Eddie, but a few blocks away, the experimental subjects who were also injected with this toxin-mixed New Compound V were also experiencing the madness brought about by the power.
Some people broke into bank vaults, and some people smashed luxury cars with their fists on the streets.
The desire for violence and destruction is infinitely magnified in the hearts of these marginalized people.
At this time, Benjamin, with his head full of water dripping from the groundwater, pushed open the iron manhole cover at a remote alley.
He climbed up to the ground, replaced the manhole cover, and patted the rust on his hands.
All he could think about now was to go to the corner of the street and take the night bus, go back to Long Island Estate, take a hot bath, and then sleep comfortably.
Just when he pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt and was about to walk out of the alley.
There was a loud bang.
A police car that had been smashed out of shape rolled and crashed into the alley, blocking Benjamin's way.
Immediately afterwards, a monster with gray-brown scales all over its body and poisonous horns on its head walked over in a swaggering manner, carrying two heavy canvas bags filled with cash and jewelry.
This monster is none other than Eddie who grabbed the red eye.
The two met each other in the rain across the abandoned police car.
Benjamin frowned.
He has seen a lot of mutated disgusting things, and Vought International's defective products that failed in the past are a lot uglier than this one.
He was in no mood to meddle in other people's business. The city's security issues were left to those clowns in tights to worry about. It had nothing to do with him, a retired gangster.
Benjamin put his hands in his pockets, turned around and prepared to take a detour from the other end of the alley.
"Wait!"
Eddie stopped, and the pupils that had become vertically elongated due to the mutation shrank suddenly.
Through the dim light of the street lamp, he could clearly see the stubble-y but still chiseled face under the hood.
It was a face he would recognize even if it turned gray.
"Oh my God, you are Soldier Boy!"
Eddie shouted excitedly, "I am your fan! I have been watching your videos since I was a child!"
Benjamin's hands in his pockets froze.
He turned around, his face so gloomy that it could drip water.
Being recognized is not a big deal at first. I think back in Times Square, when tens of thousands of fans lined up to get his autograph, he didn't necessarily give him a good look.
But the problem is, the situation is not right now.
Eddie excitedly pointed to the manhole cover at the feet of Benjamin:
"I really didn't expect to meet you here! But why did you get out of the sewer in the middle of the night? Are you performing some secret mission?"
The air suddenly became quiet.
Rain dripped down Benjamin's chin.
It's not scary to be recognized.
The scary thing is that the other party not only recognized him, but also clearly saw the dignified United States, the greatest Superheroes, crawling out of the smelly sewer like a big rat.
If this spreads out, will Soldier Boy still have his face?
From now on, if Long Island Estate, that dead dog named Buddy, finds out about this, he will be able to laugh at him for half a year.
Face is the last bottom line for an old gangster.
Benjamin sighed, slowly took off the hood on his head, and locked his eyes coldly on the monster fans who were still chattering about their admiration.
"Secret mission? Yes, it's a secret mission."
Benjamin moved his thick neck, making a crackling sound, "Besides, the content of this mission is to shut you up forever."
Before he finished speaking, Benjamin was already like an out-of-arms shell, passing through a distance of more than ten meters in an instant. The fist that was enough to overturn the tank went straight to Eddie's head with the sound of howling wind.
Eddie didn't even realize why the idol suddenly took action.
Bang.
A heart-wrenching muffled sound exploded in the alley.
Eddie's huge body slid back several meters, and his feet plowed two deep marks on the cement floor.
He raised his head. Although his arms were numb from the shock, the scales miraculously did not break.
God, he blocked Soldier Boy's punch.
This newly acquired power made Eddie's arrogance instantly expand to the extreme.
So what about idols? I also have Superpower now.
He roared angrily, and a stream of green acid suddenly spurted out from the sharp horn on his head, and at the same time he rushed towards Benjamin with his sharp claws.
Benjamin turned sideways to avoid the sizzling sound, which corroded the ground into a large pit of venom, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
This ugly monster has quite thick skin.
The moment Eddie rushed over, Benjamin advanced instead of retreating. He ducked under the sharp claws with a short body, and his thick arms locked Eddie's waist like iron clamps, and his waist suddenly exerted force.
A very crisp and clean back throw.
The huge monster was lifted up from the ground by Benjamin and slammed headfirst onto the hard concrete floor.
Accompanied by a crisp sound of neck bones breaking, Eddie didn't even have time to struggle. His huge body twitched twice, and then there was no movement at all.
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Benjamin stood up and dusted himself off.
Although this little fan followed his move, his power was still a dabbler without formal training.
Just when Benjamin had solved this problem and was about to turn around and leave.
At the second-floor window sill of an abandoned building above the alley, there was an almost imperceptible twisting ripple in the air.
The barefooted Duke was standing there quietly.
The lens of his Video Camera not only faithfully recorded the scene of the monster raging, but also clearly captured everything that happened in the alley just now, including the resolute old face of Benjamin.
The rain was still falling, washing away the blood on the ground.
Benjamin wrapped his sweatshirt tightly and walked quickly into the night, thinking about how to use the washing machine to wash off the smell after returning home.