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Chapter 15

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Li Jie seemed to be able to easily defeat three D- level opponents. This was because he had worked hard in the past three days. For three days, Li Jie spent five hours a day training in the training room provided by the training card.

Five hours a day did not seem like much time, but in fact, it was not short. This was because most battles would not last very long. Most of the time, a battle would end in five or even three minutes. The opponents with special abilities would either quickly kill Li Jie or be killed by Li Jie.

On the first day of training, Li Jie was killed more than 30 times. He was almost numb to death. On the battlefield, a soldier who could survive one kill was no longer a rookie. If he could survive three times, he was a veteran. If he could survive ten times, he was likely to be an ace.

The advantage of virtual training was that although the simulation was very realistic, it would not really hurt or kill Li Jie, although the pain was very real. Li Jie could constantly absorb experience from death, and his progress was very fast. Now, Li Jie's pain tolerance had greatly increased. He would no longer be distracted by the pain for the first time.

Now, Li Jie could endure the pain and fight until the end of the battle. In today's battle, he could fight a D- level opponent alone, and his winning rate was maintained at 70%. Against three D- level opponents, his winning rate reached 75%.

After taking a shower and finishing today's training, Li Jie went to New York to modify the car king. The interior of the fast food car had been modified, and only needed to be painted. After that, Li Jie went to the restaurant opened by his grandfather, Mr. LI, and had dinner with his grandfather, Li Rong. When night fell, Li Jie once again changed into his Nightcrawler outfit. These days, he did not go out to fight criminals, so he was not on the news. The small website of the Nightcrawler Alliance also did not have any new news. Now that his reputation value had hit rock bottom, he only had ten points left. Now that he knew the benefits of Reputation Points, he was prepared to go out and do something to earn enough Reputation Points to improve himself.

The leader of the Stanton Gang in the Sixth Street, Harson Swinton, has been living a miserable life. Almost a month ago, his number one fighter, Zuo En (the bald man that Li Jie had killed first), had been crippled by someone. Ever since then, he had felt that everything was going wrong for him. First, the deal with a black gang was betrayed, and the black gang believed that he was the one behind it. Harson was speechless at the black uncle's uncivilized brain. His gang had also lost three men! How could it be his own doing?

After that, a so-called Nightcrawler appeared in his neighborhood out of nowhere. Within half a month, he had been fighting criminals in his neighborhood! Many of them were from the Stanton Gang! Every two days, one of his subordinates would be injured by the Nightwalkers, and they were basically crippled. In total, more than ten lackeys were crippled.

The Stanton Gang only had a total of forty people on the Sixth Street and the Fifth Street! But just like that, a third of them were defeated by Nightcrawler! And most importantly, until now, Harson Swinton hadn't seen a single strand of Nightcrawler's hair!

And today was the most exciting day in Harson Swinton's life. News came from the gang that an important member of the Stanich family died on the Sixth Street, which was under Harson Swinton's jurisdiction. Harson was on the verge of tears when he heard the news. What kind of gang was the Stanich family? Which gang in America didn't know about it? If a member of such a large gang died in their jurisdiction, no matter how he died, they would not be able to escape responsibility.

Then Harson Swinton decided to run away. Before Harson Swinton could pack his wallet, his big boss arrived. Murphy Stanton, the boss of the Stanton Gang, controlled five blocks in Queens. His main business was to control the drug trade, sex trade, and a small amount of illegal gun trade in the area.

The entire Stanton Gang had about one hundred members. In the entire gang system of New York, they could only be regarded as a small shrimp. These small shrimp could easily die in the waves of New York, but the Stanton Gang had been established for many years without being eliminated.

The boss of the gang, Murphy Stanton, had always been low-key. He guarded his territory and never expanded outwards. Because Murphy was of Italian descent, there were rumors that he was related to the Stanich family, who were also of Italian descent. Harson Swinton didn't believe it before, but today, he believed it. Because his boss directly brought a member of the Stanich family to him.

"How much do you know about the Nightcrawler that appeared on your block?" The black-shirted man named Hank was sent by the Stanich family to investigate Nightcrawler. "My underlings have fought with him before. They only know that he is very fast and very strong. He may also have other special abilities because people who are hit by him are prone to internal injuries. It's not because of internal injuries caused by external forces, but more like internal damage. So we suspect that he is a mutated human! " Harson Swinton told Hank everything he knew about the situation in detail.

"Under what circumstances does he usually appear?" Hank asked as he played with the ring on his hand. "It's hard to say. Recently, he hasn't appeared. But every time he appears, it's close to midnight. And every time he appears, it's to stop crime. Robbery and sexual assault cases are much less common on Sixth Street now, "Harson Stanton replied.

"I understand, Mr. Murphy Stanton. Mr. Stanich asked me to tell you that he hopes you can help us because you are both Italian, because the opponent is a mutated human. "Hank looked at Murphy Stanton and said sternly. "This time Mr. Stanich is furious because his dear nephew, Mr. Anderson, died. Our Stanich family will participate in the pursuit of Nightcrawler in Sixth Street. "

"I hope you can remember the friendship between you and Mr. Stanich working under General Stryker and do your best to help us." Although Hank's words carried a pleading tone, his tone was an order that could not be refused.

Murphy Stanton, a nearly two-meter-tall man with a poker face, was expressionless until he heard Stryker's name. His pupils contracted violently, and then he said stiffly. "You can tell Mr. Stanich that I will break Nightcrawler's limbs and send them to him." Hank smiled and expressed his gratitude, then strode away, leaving behind only the family members responsible for capturing Nightcrawler in Sixth Street.

At midnight on Sixth Street, Li Jie wore a gray hoodie and hid on the roof of an abandoned house. After not coming here for a while, he suddenly missed the Sixth Street. He kind of liked the days of being a good citizen during the day and the Nightcrawler punishing murderers at night.

During the day, he could achieve the happiness of an ordinary life, but at night, he could break the rules of an ordinary life and pursue excitement that was different from ordinary people. This lifestyle was like taking a strong hallucinogen, addictive to Li Jie. And every time he stopped a crime, it would bring Li Jie a strong sense of achievement. This sense of achievement was like Li Jie invented a new dish, and this new dish won the submission of the world's most picky eaters. This made Li Jie feel intoxicated.

Fighting crime at night was not only a way for Li Jie to gain reputation, but it was also a way of life for him. It turned out that being a hero could really be addictive. Li Jie hid on the roof of the house, his eyes and ears in all directions, paying attention to the movement in the street.

Two suspicious-looking men appeared in Li Jie's sight. They wore dark clothes in the dark, and they also wore sunglasses and baseball caps. They seemed to be purposely hiding their appearance. About twenty meters in front of them walked a lady in a white dress. Although he couldn't see her face clearly from the distance, from her gait and figure, at least the woman was sexy.

Li Jie already guessed what the two men were going to do, and he immediately jumped off the roof. His proficient Eight-Step Cicada Technique allowed him to lean against the wall twice in the air. Li Jie didn't make a sound as he fell from a height of more than ten meters.

The lady walking in front of him didn't notice the two men behind her with ill intentions. Her high heels made a crisp sound on the concrete floor. Just as the lady was about to cross a narrow path to another block, the two men following behind her quickly stepped forward and carried her on their shoulders in one swift stride. They also covered her mouth tightly with their hands to prevent her from making a sound.

The woman was indeed very beautiful, with long chestnut hair, delicate facial features, and brown eyes that had a captivating light. And her slender S-shaped figure easily aroused men's desire. The two men obviously couldn't help it anymore, and they pressed the woman against the corner of the back door of a shop. One of them covered the woman's mouth, and the other was taking off the woman's clothes.

"Hey, hey, I say, you two beasts, stop it. Don't you think it's shameful to treat a woman like this? " Li Jie walked out of the shadows and shouted to stop the two men who were in the middle of violence. He secretly held two throwing knives in his hands. For sexual offenders, he usually chose to confiscate the tools used to commit the crime.

The woman who was being assaulted revealed a look of surprise in her eyes, and the two adult men viciously took out two guns to block the woman. The two men were ready to shoot at Li Jie.

Just when Li Jie's attention was all on the two men, a sudden change occurred!

(Thank you to my book friend GDS Wind for your advice. I have been looking through the information from yesterday afternoon to evening. In the setting, Wolverine's combat power isn't that high, but the protagonist's aura in the movie is quite powerful. I was led astray by the image in the movie. I have made appropriate adjustments to the level of combat power. I also welcome your valuable comments and suggestions on this book.)

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