The captain of the Public Security Department came to Jiangbei and said with a smile.
"Thanks to you. NND, these idiots are really unexpected. God knows where they got such powerful equipment. Oh, of course, it may be as good as a bubble gun to you, hahaha."
He took out cigarettes and a lighter from the inner pocket of his jacket, and lit one leisurely. Then he gestured to Jiangbei: "Want one?"
"No, I won't use it." Jiang Bei refused.
The captain himself took a nice puff, blew out a transparent smoke ring, and showed a satisfied expression.
"I hope you don't mind, but this is the only chance I have to have fun for a while. My daughter will scold me when I go back. She has been telling me to quit smoking. She started to control her father just after college. It's incredible, right? Haha.
"
At this time, the shackled kidnapper Li Zheng passed by the two men. Two special forces members held guns on him and escorted him and the arrested boys toward the transport truck.
Kidnapper Li stopped in his tracks, narrowed his eyes and looked towards Jiangbei.
"You must be feeling complacent about doing a good thing, right?" He snorted, "That's right. For a guy like you, who is so high above us and flying around in the clouds, the people below us are nothing to you.
of ants.
Yes, you fought crime and caught us, you were awesome. The news will brag about your exploits like crazy, after all, a guy like you is worthy of special mention even for saving a cat from a tree.
Then you flew away gracefully, who will care about the rest of us? Who can save the rest of us from the quagmire called life?"
"Okay, let's go."
The barrel of the gun was pressed against him.
Kidnapper Li was forced to move forward limping. But when he reached the car, he stretched his head and said to Jiangbei: "You won't understand. This town, the people who live here, we have no choice. Because of this
It’s Black Cape Town, the town that chose us to become like this. You won’t understand!”
The car door closed and the drug lord left with the escort car.
"Don't take it to heart," the captain said to Jiang Bei, "They are just incompetent and furious beasts."
Jiangbei doesn't matter.
Maybe Kidnapper Li is right, maybe what he said is indeed the truth. But if he expects this to put moral pressure on Jiangbei, it would be too funny.
After all, Jiangbei is essentially just for earning inventory points, extending lives and upgrading to become stronger. As for improving people's livelihood, if it can be done better, there is no need to force it if it can't be done.
He clearly knows that he is not a real god, and he does not have the compassion and compassion of a real superman. Using super powers to save one person counts as one, and it is impossible to take all the responsibilities of the world's economy, politics, people's livelihood, science and technology on his shoulders.
Bar?
Seeing that the incident was over and there should be no more disturbances, Jiang Bei was also ready to leave.
However, he noticed that a guy in black robes squeezed out from the crowd of onlookers nearby and headed towards Jiangbei.
Then he bowed his head and bowed.
Jiangbei: "?"
"Great Superman God!" The man worshiped so devoutly that his head even banged on the concrete floor, "Save your devout believers!"
Jiangbei: "???"
When he was confused, he discovered that he was not the only one.
More guys wearing similar uniforms and similar clothes to him sprang out from nowhere and surrounded him from all directions, just like they were on a pilgrimage.
Everyone fell to their knees.
"Save us"
"The God of Superman."
"Almighty God"
Jiangbei: "."
Is this a violation of one’s own sect?
In fact, he also knew that similar religious groups had emerged in many regions, but he had only heard about them on the Internet and had never seen them in person.
It makes sense if you think about it carefully. Religious worship is the instinctive need of many people. Even if some people don't really believe it deep down, they will use it to find psychological sustenance for themselves.
Even if the object is a fictional existence.
But now, they have an object that is not fictitious, but a real object. A god who is omnipotent, shows miracles everywhere, walks in the world, and really responds to prayers and is active in various natural and man-made disasters.
Rather, it would be strange if no relevant religious activities could be derived from this situation.
Jiang Bei lightly avoided the direction where they were kneeling: "Stop worshiping. I'm not a god, I'm just a passerby."
Before I finished speaking, I didn't expect that instead of trying to persuade these guys dressed as believers, the people who were watching from a distance with awe were also brought to the rhythm and rushed forward.
"Superman! I need help!"
"I also need!"
"I lost my job and I have a child."
"My dad is in the hospital and the doctor says he won't make it this week. Please."
"I tried hard, but I really can't hold on anymore. Please."
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The security captain led his team members forward and began to control the situation: "Keep your distance, this is still a crime scene, and your behavior is obstructing official business."
As he spoke, he showed an apologetic expression to Jiang Bei: "I'm sorry, this ghost place is like this. Everyone stays at home all day long and prays that one day a savior will come down from the sky."
"fine."
Jiangbei waved his hand.
Surrounded by the crowd, he slowly rose into the sky, disappearing like a red flag that was gradually receding among countless longing eyes and outstretched arms.
The figure was sitting at the window of a messy room in a certain residence, watching the red cloak disappearing outside the window, and smiled softly.
"They seem to think the red cloak is the savior of this town. Do you think it's funny?"
The apartment was dark, with no lights on. A faint musty smell permeated the room, which had not been cleaned for a long time. The furniture and furnishings were old and moldy.
Paint peeled off the walls, exposing blackened bricks. Takeout bags and unpacked clothes made the floor look like a dump.
"Actually, let me tell you, they don't recognize this town. There is no savior here, not even redemption. There is no essential difference between Superman and those black-hearted guys under the banner of charity. They are just more sanctimonious and have a red cape.
In the end, people still have to rely on themselves. If you don't rob, others will rob. If you don't plunder, you will be stepped on. That's all.
Ah, by the way, you should know this best and don’t need me to talk nonsense.”
He narrowed his eyes and looked aside.
It turned out that there was actually someone lying on the messy bed next to him.
There was a person who looked shriveled, as if he had almost been sucked dry, with two eyeballs protruding from the sockets horribly, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.
The man opened his mouth and made a vague sound. It seemed that just doing this made him squeeze out the last of his strength in pain.
"Please."
The figure looked at the withered man, ignored his pain, and grinned: "Do you think I am right, father?"