Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 122 Blue Owl, Making an Entrance (Part Three)

Just as the truck was about to crash into Blue Owl, Li Fu suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils contracting to the extreme.

In his field of vision, Blue Owl abruptly vanished from the spot, not even leaving a residual image behind. Instead, Lester appeared right in the middle of the intersection!

Li Fu wasn't sure whether he was hallucinating. His brain froze for a second, and in the end, he couldn't even spare the time to turn his head to look at the passenger seat, but instead, relying on instinct, he forcefully stepped on the brakes in that second.

It was already too late!

Amidst the piercing sound of the brakes, the brightly lit front of the truck slammed into Lester.

Then, under Lester's desperate resistance, the entire truck shuddered violently as if it had hit an immovable wall of bronze and iron. Yet, despite this, Lester only managed to hold on for a second before the truck, with its advantage of size, weight, and the kinetic energy of its full-speed motion, flipped his body to the ground.

Bang——!

In the deafening roar, the rolling wheels pressed Lester's figure underneath them.

Right after that, the "crack crack" sounds of metal bursting open spread.

A full two seconds later, the truck finally stopped under the urging of the braking system.

Without a doubt, Lester's entire body must have been rolled over by the wheels, and whether he was a mechanically modified being or not, he was either dead or crippled.

Sitting in the driver's seat, under the effect of inertia, Li Fu was forced to bend forward, his hands resting on top of the steering wheel. His fingers were slightly crooked, and his fingertips and back were soaked with cold sweat.

His eyes widened as he stared into the pitch-black intersection, pondering blankly.

What just happened?

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Where did that superhero go?

Why did Lester suddenly appear in front of the truck—was it the superpower of position manipulation?

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

As expected, the reaction was too slow. If they had listened to me and left earlier, they wouldn't have gotten entangled.

Li Fu violently slapped the steering wheel, reached out to open the door, and decided to check on Lester's condition.

At this moment, as the signal interference device ceased to function, the LED screens and electronic billboards near the intersection lit up.

The fashion billboards on skyscrapers unanimously displayed the same symbol: "A red exclamation mark above two crossed longswords"—this was the warning sign for "Superhuman Crime Events."

The emergency evacuation broadcasts engulfed the streets, and every pedestrian turned their eyes toward the center of the intersection.

As the world in his field of vision was once again illuminated by neon lights, Li Fu realized that sitting in the passenger seat was a figure in red and blue.

Bizarrely, this person was playing Minesweeper on a Nokia phone, and the sound effect of stepping on a mine came from the phone, stimulating every nerve in Li Fu's ear.

At that moment, Li Fu's pupils shivered slightly.

He was well aware that he had no chance of resisting a Superhuman from such a close distance, so he swallowed hard and asked in a hoarse voice,

"Before we start, may I ask, who are you? I've never seen you before."

He was trying to divert the other person's attention with words, while his right hand slowly moved away from the car door handle, reaching for the Ak-47 under the seat.

In the passenger seat, the red and blue figure kept his head down, playing on his phone, and responded calmly.

"Blue Owl."

As the opponent's indifferent voice dropped, Li Fu's right hand just touched the Ak-47.

He gripped the handle and was about to turn and rise up when a fist wrapped in a metal glove smashed into his temple.

The force of this blow would have started with a concussion on an ordinary person. Blood-stained teeth shattered outwards, hitting the car window, and slowly fell to the floor with a drip-drip sound.

Li Fu passed out on the spot and slumped onto the seat with his body bent, the firearm falling to the floor of the cabin.

Blue Owl sighed, lifted his head, felt the beak on his helmet, and then casually placed Lester's Nokia phone back on the seat, muttering,

"Please, how on earth does dad play with a phone wearing a similar helmet? Every time I look down, the beak almost pokes the screen, absolutely ludicrous..."

At this very moment, in the cargo area of the truck.

The two large doors of the cargo area were wide open, and the ubiquitous neon light, like a colorful giant hand, reached inside, covering the bodies of the six armed gangsters.

These six armed gangsters were hiding at the very back of the cargo area, lifting their rifles with the muzzles aimed at the entrance.

Their gaze was fixed directly on the intersection ahead.

The situation was not quite as they had expected; not a single figure entered their line of sight as the pedestrians on the street had already evacuated after receiving the refuge broadcast.

The gangsters looked at each other. They could distinctly feel that the truck had seemed to hit something earlier, and then the next moment, the entire vehicle stopped and has not restarted since.

A partition blocked the view between the cargo area and the driver's seat, so they could not see the scene on the driver's side, but they didn't dare to jump off the truck rashly for fear that the truck would suddenly start moving, leaving them behind,

Or that the red and blue Superhuman wasn't dead yet and might suddenly rise from outside their field of vision and capture them.

So, they only dared to crouch apprehensively inside the cargo area, keeping their muzzles aimed at the entrance.

Only then did they feel a semblance of safety.

It was as if they were playing the biohazard mode in an FPS game, where six players squat at a stronghold with their guns aimed at the entrance, waiting for the arrival of the bio-zombies.