With the appearance of Bai Ye, the atmosphere of the whole venue reached its climax.

Before today, these people didn't even believe in God.

But at this moment they all looked at Bai Ye with eyes like fanatics, and some even knelt down to worship Bai Ye.

It can be predicted that if Bai Ye raises his arms at this moment, he may be able to establish a large religion with considerable membership around the world.

"White night! White night! White night!"

At the scene, cheers were deafening and everyone was chanting his name, but Bai Ye did not answer. He just looked at these people quietly, as if a teacher was looking at noisy students in the classroom.

Slowly, with Bai Ye's indifference, the sound became smaller and smaller, and finally faded into nothingness.

"Thank you very much for your love for me." Seeing that everyone finally quieted down, Bai Ye smiled and said, "But your love for me should be based on not violating the law and order."

"Because of your arrival, no one can pass nearby, whether it is vehicles or pedestrians. What you need to do now is to calm down, return home and be a useful person to society."

As he spoke, Bai Ye looked through the reporters at the scene and picked a female reporter carrying a live broadcast device and asked, "Excuse me, ma'am, is there time in the next two hours?"

"Ah, are you talking about me?" The female reporter carrying the camera equipment was a little flustered, but under Bai Ye's encouraging gaze, she nodded firmly and said, "Of course I have time. What do you want me to do?"

"Since I'm advising them to be useful to society, I naturally have to set an example myself." Bai Ye said righteously, "So I want to issue a challenge."

"challenge?"

"In the next two hours, I will crack down on any criminal activities in New York." Bai Ye looked at the female reporter and said, "And then, if you don't mind, can your camera follow me throughout the process?"

"Of course I have no problem with that." The female reporter nodded hurriedly. The editor-in-chief's death order had already come through her earphones. If she messed up, she would just be fired.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation."

Bai Ye smiled slightly, looked at Chief George who just hurried down the stairs and said: "Chief, the rest of these people are up to you. Remember to clean up the battlefield after I fight crime."

"Me? Me what?"

George, who had just come down, was confused, but the next moment Bai Ye waved his hand lightly, and amid the exclamation of the female reporter, he wrapped the reporter with his internal force, and flew into the air in the gaze of everyone, ascending to the sky.

"What did he say just now?" George, who had just come downstairs and knew nothing, looked confusedly at the policeman who was ensuring public order.

Because of Bai Ye's departure, the crowd that had gathered at the scene also left not long after, preparing to see Bai Ye again through the live broadcast.

…

Thousands of meters in the air, Bai Ye used his inner strength to protect the reporters as they soared in the air, focusing a lot of his five senses on hearing, which he had previously neglected.

Previously, Daredevil 2.9's mental attributes allowed him to create images of the surroundings in his mind based on sound alone, and at this moment, the white night would only be even more terrifying.

The sounds of blood flowing, heart beating, breathing, walking, and even blinking.

In an instant, all sounds within several kilometers around him were clearly transmitted to his ears, and after being processed by his brain, their specific sources were analyzed.

"Found it!" Bai Ye's eyes instantly aimed in one direction, and his hands slightly clasped together. In the gap between his palms, a purple gas ball the size of a longan was constantly shrinking and expanding.

"Depending on the difference in the flow of internal energy between different meridians, the combination of internal energy and internal energy can make the internal energy released or strengthened in one's body show different effects."

"So theoretically, we can use exhaustive methods to test out the best martial arts in all aspects."

Bai Ye said calmly to the live broadcast: "This move is my own creation, let's call it Eighteen Dragons Subduing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ye suddenly pushed his palms forward, and the purple sphere in his palms suddenly exploded, emitting a loud dragon roar, and turned into eighteen purple streams of light flying in all directions.

On the street, a man was running forward desperately, clutching an expensive bag tightly in his hand.

Behind the man, a woman was shouting, trying to ask for help.

Seeing the man running farther and farther, the next moment, a stream of light fell from the sky and hit the man's back in an instant. The horrible power instantly blew the man's vest apart and pushed him to the ground.

By the time the woman whose bag was snatched behind him reacted, the man was already vomiting blood and unconscious.

And things like this happened simultaneously within several kilometers around at the same moment. The eighteen streams of light that exploded from Bai Ye's hands accurately brought the crimes committed nearby to justice.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Listening to the explosions coming from below, Bai Ye looked at the confused female reporter and said, "The public security in the city center is still good. The crime in this area has been completely cleared. Let's go to Brooklyn next."

"Oh, okay." The female reporter nodded, and the next moment she was dragged by Bai Ye towards Brooklyn.

During these two hours, the entire criminal enterprise in New York was hit hard, and more than 300 serious crimes were eliminated in just half an hour.

Because they acted too quickly and did not distinguish between friend and foe, they even wiped out some of Jin Bing's men, leaving Jin Bing speechless when he learned the news later.

Two hours later, after killing time, Bai Ye politely said goodbye to the female reporter who was reluctant to exchange contact information, and his figure turned into a residual image and disappeared from the live broadcast view.

At the same time, on the way back to the academy, Jean Grey and Professor X were ambushed by Stryker's officers and fell into a coma due to the stun bomb. They were being secretly sent to a military base.

A day later, Charles woke up from his coma and saw a middle-aged man in front of him looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Charles, nice to see you again." Stryker greeted Charles gently, "When was the last time we met? Oh, it was when you refused to treat my son."

"Stryker? You caught me." Professor X realized what happened in an instant and his face looked a little ugly.

At this moment, he wanted to use his psychic ability, but found that there was a metal helmet on his head, isolating his spirit from his brain and preventing it from being released.

"Don't try it. The helmets made by the Soviets were really good. They can effectively restrain psychics."

Stryker said, crossing his arms across his chest, and said confidently: "Next, I will treat you to a good show."

"What are you looking at?"

"Of course, I'll let you mutants assassinate the president in full view of everyone."

(End of this chapter)