43 Chapter 43: Dr. CampbellRecommendation Ticket, Collection (2/2)

”of course.”

Under everyone's gazes, Cyb walked into the guard room and said calmly: ”I'm just a passing superhero.”

”Super hero?”

Campbell thought of the group of guys who had killed all sides in the Battle of New York a year ago, but he had seen enough superpowers, and even dissected a lot, so he was not afraid, and asked: ”We belong to The official company, when is your superhero in charge?”

”Ah.”

Cyber ​​sneered, and said in a deep voice: ”It seems that your understanding of superheroes is not clear enough. Now I tell you that our superheroes will solve the cases that the police cannot solve. We kill those who dare not kill. We take care of things.”

After a pause, he continued: ”In a word, we have to take care of the things that the police can manage, and we have to take care of the things that cannot be taken care of. Punish and suppress evil, edit the franchise, this is a superhero.”

'It seems there is no way to be kind today.'

Hearing Cyber's explanation, Campbell's eyes condensed, and he secretly broke the capsule hidden under his tongue.

This is one of his experimental results, a special genetic medicine extracted and synthesized from mutant humans, which can temporarily give users the ability of mutants.

However, due to the lack of a special amino acid binder, the side effects are extremely great, which is not a last resort, and he would not choose to use it.

”you……”

Feeling the power emerging from the depths of the cells, Campbell's mouth curled up, and he was about to say something to delay time.

After sensing Campbell's small movements, Cyber ​​didn't want to be extravagant, and took the lead. A triangle dart shot out and took Campbell's throat.

Then, before the guards could react, a lunge rushed in front of them, using both hands and feet, starting their journey to hell.

In the end, apart from the three yellow names lying on the ground unconscious, the other dozen people all lost their lives.

”I remember that your superheroes don't like killing people, why are you so decisive?”

Playing with the triangle dart in his hand, Campbell was indifferent to the death of his men, Noyer said.

”Who said they don't kill people, they just didn't show you in front of the camera.”

Withdrawing the long blade, Cyber ​​turned his head and said coldly: ”Besides, didn't your mother tell you not to pick the enemy's arrows or darts with your hands?”

'Boom!'

The blazing air wave spewed and spread from the little dart, flying out Campbell, which was close at hand, and slammed into the row of display screens.

The smoke has not dispersed.

A vague figure rushed out of the pit and punched Cyber ​​on the chest, knocking him back by two steps.

Subconsciously grabbed his chest, but grabbed a void. Cyber's eyes condensed, and he looked at Campbell, who was unscathed on the other side, with his upper body naked, and said in doubt: ”Are you also a mutant?”

The data that Alita has just calculated shows that the opponent is not only thirteen times faster than an ordinary person, but also has a strength of about 30 tons, which is not something a normal human can have.

”No, this is the power of technology.”

Campbell smiled and shook, arrogantly.