An ordinary-looking car was driving on the road.

Chief George Stacy hasn't been in a good mood lately.

Ever since he took over the Big Apple Police Department, the increasing crime rate has become a major concern for him, especially Hell's Kitchen, which is simply the cancer of the Big Apple!

In addition to Hell's Kitchen, there is also Kingpin. Commissioner George knows that nearly half of the criminal activities in the Big Apple are operated by this fat guy, but he just can't deal with him.

Because the big guys above them have countless interests entangled with this fat guy. They need this guy! Damn it!

When Chief George thought about how the core members of Kingpin, whom he had just captured, were taken away by a group of lawyers sent by that fat guy, he felt his blood pressure surge to his forehead.

Gwen, who was sitting in the back seat, noticed that her father's face seemed a little strange, so she asked with concern.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Gwen's clear and pleasant voice, like pearls falling on a jade plate, made Director George feel a little better. He turned around and tried to put on a stiff smile to comfort his daughter.

"It's okay. It's okay."

After comforting his daughter twice, Chief George turned around and drove the car to turn a corner. In a few bushes not far away, a mysterious man wearing black clothes, a black mask, and holding a sniper rifle raised his gun and blew up the front tire of the car.

Bang! The gunshots rang out, and Chief George's heart was alarmed. Just as he turned the steering wheel to turn, the front tire suddenly exploded, and the whole vehicle seemed to be out of control.

Chief George stepped on the brake pads lightly and orderly, and tried to stabilize the steering wheel to keep the car as straight as possible. The car's hazard lights were also turned on. Chief George was dealing with this accident in a textbook way.

Gwen, who was sitting in the back seat, had never seen such a scene. She only heard a loud bang, and then the vehicle began to lose control. Gwen's face was pale, and her eyes were filled with tears. She covered her mouth tightly, trying not to make any sound to avoid disturbing her father.

Unfortunately, even though Chief George used all his tricks, Gwen was unable to influence his father's performance. However, given the special situation that the front tire of the car exploded when turning, the car overturned due to inertia and directly fell into the garden in front of a nearby house.

After the car rolled over, Gwen's head hit the windshield hard and she fainted. Chief George had a big cut on his head, his lower body was stuck in place, his left hand was broken, and only his right hand was still trying to reach his unconscious daughter in the back seat.

The gunman in the dark saw the car emitting thick smoke, put away his sniper rifle, put on his sunglasses, took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the front and sent it to an unknown contact.

Photo jpg. Then a transfer notification popped up on the phone. The gunman nodded with satisfaction, put away the tools in his hand, destroyed the surrounding environment, erased his own traces, and then turned and left.

He takes money from people and helps them get rid of their troubles. As a professional gunman, he doesn't care who he targets.

Not installing a silencer was also the client's request. It seemed that the client wanted to use this direct gunshot to alert anyone who tried to sanction him.

Really arrogant.

The place where Chief George's car overturned was in Queens. If it was an ordinary traffic accident, people in Queens might come out to check it out, and if there were kind people, they would come out to help.

But if gunshots are heard, everyone will stay in their homes obediently, turn off the lights, and wait quietly for the accident to pass until the next day when perhaps someone will come out. This is their wisdom in dealing with the world.

However, there was a new resident in the area whose lights were still on.

Taylor, who was half lying on the animal skin sofa and reading a book carefully, suddenly frowned, stuck out his pheromone and began to distinguish the pheromone smells around him.

As soon as Taylor spit out his tongue, he could sense hundreds of different pheromones and smells around him.

After a conscious screening, the faint smell of gunpowder, gasoline, burning, the smell of overheated tires and a hint of blood were transmitted to Taylor's brain through the tongue.

When he pushed open the door and went out, a small car that had overturned with thick smoke billowing came into Taylor's sight. Some small sculptures that Taylor had just placed in the garden in front of him and a row of trimmed bushes were also smashed.

Where is my tree? "…………"

Would something happen to me even though I didn't do anything? "Ah..."

Snap! Taylor snapped his fingers, and a heavily armored figure appeared behind him. This was the construct puppet Hawks that he had transferred back from the zombie plane during this period.

Now, under Taylor's modification, Hawks has combined the knowledge of the wizard plane's composition and elemental puppetry, enchantment knowledge and witchcraft runes, as well as a series of knowledge such as the zombie plane's magic mechanical body, individual enchantment and long-range weapon combination enchantment. He has been reborn and looks brand new.

Hawks now has two thick shoulder armors on his left and right shoulders, a mark of a three-headed evil dragon with wings spread on his chest armor, a dragon head mark on each shoulder blade, and a seven-pointed star mark on the special magic alloy belt in the middle.

From a distance, he looks like an indestructible heavy-armored knight, a living tin can. The lower leg armor is extremely thick, and there is still the Ghidorah dragon head logo at the leg joint, which symbolizes Taylor's identity.

The special backpack with three exhaust holes on the back is actually made up of highly concentrated magic ore. Its purpose is to allow Hawks to continue to operate and have powerful combat power in an environment without magic elements.

Hawks' construct body is made entirely of precious magic metals. In order to create this metal body that can perfectly exert its combat effectiveness, Taylor did not hesitate to spend a large amount of metal exchange resources mined from the zombie plane, and also used the original production of serpentine steel, magic copper, obsidian and other magic metals.

Hawks climbed up the wall directly, pinched the deformed car door with his broad palm, crushed it into a solid iron ball and threw it aside. He first rescued Gwen who was unconscious in the back seat, then tore the front half of the car in half with his bare hands and rescued Chief George who was stuck.

Taylor held out a finger, and two breezes lifted the father and daughter up, then followed Taylor and Hawks through the illusion back to their "house".

As for whether he and Hawks would be discovered, Taylor had no idea in this regard at all. On this planet, he had the protection of Ancient One, and any supernatural power beyond the standard could do nothing to him unless they could defeat Ancient One.

As for S.H.I.E.L.D., some brainless politicians, and the military that overestimates their own capabilities, if they dare to attack him, he will naturally fight back. He can transform into Ghidorah mode and spit magma and gravity rays from his mouth. There is basically no opponent for him on this planet.

If you have the guts, throw a nuclear bomb at me. If you throw a nuclear bomb, I will immediately open a portal and run away. If you make me angry, I will open a portal and send the nuclear bomb to your hometown.

As long as that damn boiled egg is not mentally retarded, he would not rashly attack him. Since he has the strength and ability, why should he pretend to be an ordinary person and make himself uncomfortable?

First two chapters, there are three more chapters to come 　　 　 (end of this chapter)