New York, New Brooklyn
At night, several drug addicts emerged from the alley and dispersed hastily.
A short while later, one of the Black men returned to his tent and pulled a bright green syringe from his pocket.
"That Old Neil actually said this thing is a new product that lets people experience what it's like to be Superman! Tsk tsk!"
"Luckily I managed to snag some goods yesterday, otherwise I really wouldn't have had a chance to try out this new stuff!"
The Black man stared intently at the bright green syringe in his hand, then skillfully rolled up his sleeve and injected himself into his arm.
The bright green medicine was quickly injected into his body, and the black man reacted instantly.
His whole body was convulsing, and his blood vessels were bulging!
Starting from the injection site, the medicine flows along the blood vessels towards the heart, causing all the blood vessels in the skin to contract and tighten inch by inch.
Soon, the drug reached the heart and was then pumped throughout the body, where the super-energy substances it contained began to transform the body.
The convulsions gradually stopped, and the black man fell into a deep sleep, while his body underwent dramatic changes.
The body, which was originally somewhat bloated, began to become robust, with all the fat turning into fuel for physical evolution. The brain was also affected by the drug, and certain tissues that govern emotions began to change.
Two hours later, the Black man suddenly opened his eyes.
Looking at the dilapidated and filthy tent, the guy suddenly started shouting and cursing angrily:
"Damn it! Why should I live in a place like this?!"
"I want a mansion! I want money! I want women!!"
Despite living in this kind of place every day, Ailson was unusually sensitive and irritable today.
He thought of the luxury cars and wealthy people on the street!
They can be heavily pregnant, in their fifties or sixties, still arm in arm with beautiful girls of sixteen or seventeen; they can live in mansions and enjoy all the good things in the world.
He was only in his twenties, yet he had to live in this filthy, doghouse-like place, and he didn't even have a job.
"Shit!"
Growing angrier by the thought, the agitated Ailson suddenly slammed his fist on the floor. Crack!
The floorboards beneath the tent were easily crushed like biscuits.
Ailson paused for two seconds, then, overjoyed, continued to Riot Games again.
'Snap!' 'Snap!'
The wooden planks used to level the tent floor were smashed to pieces by his Riot Games, yet Ailson felt completely at ease.
"Damn it! It's true, Old Neil was telling the truth, I really do have Superman strength!"
Even with his not-so-bright mind, Ailson realized what had happened to him, and then a strong desire rose from the bottom of his heart!
"I have power! I want money! I want women! I want to be the best of the best!!"
With a roar, the black man, who had just gained superpowers, ran out of the dilapidated tent.
He then chose a wealthy neighborhood based on his memory, and subsequently used his superior strength to carry out an illegal baptism.
He robbed them of their property and, incidentally, indulged his lust, then, driven by his raging desires, he murdered the entire unfortunate family.
Ailson felt little remorse for this; his mind kept reminding him that now that he possessed power, he should do whatever he wanted.
It wasn't until the sound of police sirens blared from outside the block that the crazed black man began to feel some fear.
But soon, this fear was overwhelmed by the surging desire in his mind.
"Why should I be afraid of them? These sons of bitches, they always arrest me, beat me, and extort money from me!!"
"I have power now, I will take them down!"
Ailson recalled how, in the past, when petty thieves were caught by the neighborhood police, they were usually beaten and imprisoned, which fueled his anger.
With power, he naturally wanted to retaliate against these enemies.
Without much hesitation, Ailson found two of the previous owner's handguns in the room and headed straight for the direction from which the sirens were coming.
As he turned a corner, he saw two police cars approaching from one side and the other from the other. Ailson raised his hand and fired two shots.
With his superior physical abilities, he fired two shots directly into the heads of the police officers sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger seat.
Then, before the police could react, he approached and deftly pulled the trigger.
He managed to make the two pistols look like automatic rifles.
The bullets were quickly exhausted. Of the six police officers in the two police cars, four were dead, and the remaining two were too frightened to look up.
Then they heard a creaking sound, the vehicle shook, and then a black man appeared next to the police car, pressing his hands firmly against the vehicle.
"Damn it! What are you doing?!"
Before the police could even fire, their bodies swayed, followed by a series of tumbling and collisions.
Ailson used brute force to lift a police car over his head and then easily threw it dozens of meters away.
"It's an intoxicating power, I love this feeling!"
Ailson murmured to himself, this sudden surge of power truly made him do everything he had ever thought of before.
But before he could make another move, a noise came from the side, and a white man in plain clothes ran towards him!
"My God! What are you doing? Why are you using this God-given power to do evil?"
The white man was also a recipient of the drug, but his sense of justice and kindness were amplified.
That's why he came to check after hearing the noise; he's practically a carbon copy of the friendly neighbor Spider-Man.
"Damn it! Who are you? How dare you interfere with me?" Ailson was furious and suddenly launched an attack on the white man without warning.
"Damn it! I didn't come here to fight you!"
Unfortunately, the white man's kindness led him to treat everyone with kindness, even those who attacked him first.
Two lucky individuals, both injected with the same drug, got into a fight in the neighborhood, during which many unfortunate people were caught in the crossfire.
Such scenes were playing out in every corner of New York, throwing the entire New York into chaos.
A large number of superhumans have appeared in New York; some commit crimes, some offer help... but most end up making things worse.
Ordinary police officers are completely ineffective against these Superman, and even small groups of military personnel are helpless against them.
Meanwhile, Van der Weil Company was also extremely busy, collecting data on these superhumans everywhere, and simultaneously testing and distributing new drugs.
Everything was carried out under Xu Xiao's will. As long as he could achieve his goal, he didn't care how many people died in the process.
In a parallel universe, some of the same super soldiers also discovered the anomaly in this world.