Peter Parker woke up at seven o'clock on Thursday morning. He rubbed his golden hair, feeling that every muscle in his body was full of power.
What's going on? My physique is like those bodybuilders... Looking at his muscular upper body in the mirror, Peter was shocked.
He made a clumsy boxing pose. He threw two punches with his right hand, and the airflow stirred by his punches even made the full-length mirror in front of him shake slightly.
Although he didn't know the reason for his enhanced physical fitness, he was still excited to adapt to his strengthened body.
At the same time, in the Brooklyn district of New York, George, the director, looked at the three corpses crushed and deformed by the iron gate in front of him, as well as the large S written in blood on the ground. His face became serious.
They had walked up from the main entrance of the villa and found that almost the entire villa, from top to bottom, had been killed. The only survivor was the trembling blonde woman beside him.
"Can you tell me what exactly happened yesterday?" While other police officers were adjusting the surveillance footage, George looked at the only survivor in the entire villa.
As the blonde woman recounted the events in a fragmented manner, George learned that the attacker was a man with a scarred face and a terrifying appearance. Judging from his actions, he was definitely a Mutant, a preliminary assessment.
At this moment, an investigating officer approached, handing over a computer that displayed footage from the nearby surveillance cameras.
George opened the computer and began to review the footage. Indeed, he saw a black-clad man with a disfigured face entering through the main gate without any hesitation, killing everyone who stood in his way.
With his extraordinary speed and strength, the man's attacks were also exceptionally decisive. From bodyguards to hunting dogs, none could offer any decent resistance before meeting their demise.
"George, any thoughts?" At this moment, Deputy Director Mode arrived at the scene and asked George, who was examining the surveillance footage.
George watched the footage and said, "The deceased was a member of a gang. We can't rule out the possibility of a rival gang hiring someone to kill him. Weren't they in conflict with the AK Gang recently? I was even planning to round them up. Let's start the investigation from that angle."
"At the same time, the killer's face was completely disfigured. It's possible that someone who was persecuted by the gang suddenly awakened Mutant abilities and came back to seek revenge. We can start from that point."
"Finally, let's see if the killer left any fingerprints in the villa and check the deceased's recent call records," George proposed.
Mode nodded, then asked, "By the way, the mayor asked you to recruit that young man. Did you take action?"
George shook his head and said, "I asked him, but he didn't agree. Looks like there's no hope for me to be re-elected as the next chief. You better work hard."
"You just gave up like that? Didn't even try?" The deputy chief was speechless. "I saw that you just asked, didn't even make a decent effort. How about I help you? Put some pressure on his school, make joining the Police Academy a graduation requirement. If he doesn't agree, he won't be able to graduate smoothly. Then he'll naturally agree."
Hearing Mode say this, George paused the surveillance and turned back, saying seriously, "I only found out yesterday that my daughter likes him. Although I don't like that guy very much, I can't possibly obstruct my daughter's path to love."
"Uh... So, you mean?"
"New York is a mess right now. Who knows when a police officer will die? It's better for me to step down as the New York chief. Your experience and merits over the years are enough. No matter who the next mayor is, you'll likely be the next chief," George said.
Looking at George's serious expression, Mode could only give up on the idea of continuing to pursue Bai Ye, and couldn't help but say, "I was just thinking that after recruiting that guy, I'd hand this case over to him."
Hearing Mode say this, George laughed, "That's why I don't want him to join the police. New York is getting more and more chaotic. If he really becomes my son-in-law, I don't want my daughter to become a widow at a young age."
While the two were chatting and laughing, a police officer ran over in a panic and said, "Chief, we just received news that another family annihilation case has occurred not far from here."
"What?" George's expression shifted. "Who's the deceased?"
"Linge Murray, the leader of the JK Gang," the officer replied. The two of them stood up, preparing to go to the crime scene.
Inside the club, Bai Ye was currently sizing himself up in the mirror. After a whole night of recovery, his face, which had been burned by acid, had returned to a perfect state. Even his eyebrows and hair had grown back.
It had to be said, for Bai Ye, taking down two gang lairs in one night was a bit rushed.
Because although the description said he'd completely recover in three hours, after two hours, Bai Ye's face had started to take on a human form, forcing him to race against time to complete the mission before the disfigurement buff wore off.
But after going around such a big circle, no one should connect that murderer to me, right? Bai Ye thought.
As long as he wiped out the heads of ten or eight gangs in New York, then mixed Uncle Li's family in there, plus the disfigured disguise, absolutely no one would think he was making the dumplings for Uncle Li's vinegar! It was perfect!
"Click!" Just as Bai Ye was looking at himself in the mirror, Smith, who had gotten up early, opened the gym door and walked in.
"Bai, the new fitness equipment you asked me to order last night has arrived; it's outside now," Smith said.
"Oh, take me to see it," Bai Ye's eyes lit up. He turned around and went outside with Smith. They saw several iron blocks loaded on a forklift.
On the outside were two cubes, each about 0.5 meters in side length and weighing a ton. On top of each cube was a handle modeled after a stone lock, allowing someone to grab and lift it with one hand.
This was the fitness equipment Bai Ye had specifically asked Smith to have the foundry customize yesterday. Because of its extremely simple design, it was completed and delivered in just one day with extra money.
Now, these iron blocks, each weighing over a ton, perfectly matched his current progress, allowing him to exercise with one in each hand.
And he didn't need to worry about his physical fitness increasing further. He could simply create a larger, hollow iron block and nest the current iron block inside to continue his training.
With these new tools, he wouldn't have to worry about his training facilities falling behind for a considerable amount of time.
Bending down, he grabbed the two iron blocks in front of him, feeling their heavy weight. Bai Ye greeted Smith and then entered the gym.
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