I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 198 Strong Support Only One Requirement

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All gang members immediately raised their weapons and aimed at the armored giant who suddenly broke in.

Hearing the familiar voice coming from the armor, Mario, who was lying on the ground, tried hard to open his eyes and looked at the armored giant in surprise.

"Osside?"

"Dad, are you okay?"

The armored giant turned his head and looked at Mario. He couldn't see the person inside the fully enclosed power armor, but the voice that came out was indeed Osside himself.

Seeing Mario's miserable appearance, an extremely angry voice came from inside the armor.

"You fat bastard, you actually hurt my dad! I'm going to kill you!"

The armored giant held O'Neal in his left hand, and the mechanism of his right glove deformed and suddenly turned into a huge black cannon that was big enough to fit into an adult's head. It emitted a creepy buzzing sound and aimed at O'Neal.

O'Neill suddenly felt creepy and his hair stood on end.

【will die! 】

The destructive energy fluctuations emanating from the muzzle of the gun made him clearly realize that if he was hit by a shot, even just a touch, he would surely die!

"Let me go! Do you want them to be buried with me?"

O'Neill screamed in panic.

"Let go of the boss!"

The members of the Iron Hand Gang also reacted, some pointed their weapons at the hostages, and some pointed their weapons at Mario who was unable to move on the ground.

"You are a bunch of despicable people!"

The young man in the armor sounded unwilling, but he still put O'Neal down tremblingly.

O'Neill, who had escaped death, breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the armor worn by Osside with burning eyes.

Threatening: "Boy, take off this power armor!"

O'Neal had just seen clearly the powerful performance of this power armor. It rushed through the hail of bullets without any damage, and its huge force easily broke through the concrete wall.

Naturally I am very jealous.

“…I don’t know how to take it off.”

Osside said helplessly. He was forced to be the duck on the shelf, and he hasn't figured out how to control it yet.

"Are you kidding me?!"

O'Neill thought he was refusing and said angrily.

Just then, gunshots and screams were heard outside again.

O'Neal was startled and subconsciously became nervous: Are reinforcements coming again?

I hope there won’t be another iron-clad fool like this.

"Go and see what's going on!"

A leader spoke up, and a dozen elite gang members rushed out with guns in hand.

Before they returned, the noise outside had died down, and even the spies they had just sent out had lost their advice.

——It was as quiet as if everyone outside had died.

[Fuck! What the hell! What the hell is going on?! ]

The gang leaders inside have already begun to regret getting involved in this mess.

The situation is getting weirder and weirder.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

There was the sound of iron boots hitting the ground, someone was approaching.

The door of the shop creaked open from the outside, and a short figure with eight metal tentacles on his back and several fist-sized machines hovering around him walked in.

The gang thugs subconsciously pointed their guns at the newcomers, then quickly put them down in panic.

Cold sweat broke out on the gang leaders' foreheads.

The Iron Hand Gang leader O'Neill even had a look of regret on his face, and his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

[Damn it! Why is the madman from the Adeptus Mechanicus here too?!]

[Oh, it must be for the ancient technology that Mario dug up! ]

When Osside saw the person coming, he shouted in surprise and joy.

"Clark?!"

Then he realized that this place was very dangerous and said anxiously: "Go quickly! It's dangerous here!"

Clark laughed and said, "It's not dangerous. The danger has been eliminated by me."

He snapped his fingers, and the drone next to him projected a series of light screens, showing that all the gang members surrounding the store had fallen to the ground.

"Damn it! You killed so many of my people!"

Seeing the heavy losses of the gang's elite members, the gang leaders became furious, anger overcame fear, and they couldn't help but roar.

If the bosses had not been afraid of the other side's methods, they would have taken revenge already.

The black-haired boy shook his head. "They just fainted. Don't worry, I didn't use any lethal weapons."

No one died?

The bosses were very surprised, and then they became even more wary of this young man who seemed to be a priest of the Mechanicus.

How on earth was this guy able to subdue so many armed gang members with rich experience in live ammunition combat using non-lethal means within a few minutes?

(Clark: Of course it’s cheating.)

The black-haired boy walked towards Mario's position, and everyone automatically made way for him; no one dared to stop him.

Clark squatted down next to Mario and took out a fortune-telling device to scan it. "It's not a serious injury. Uncle Mario, just bear with it, it will be fine soon."

After saying that, he took out a syringe as thick as his forearm, filled it with green solution, and injected it into Mario's neck.

The mechanism in the syringe automatically pumped, quickly injecting the medicine into Mario's body.

Mario groaned, the blood vessels on his skin bulged and twitched, granulation tissue grew at the wound, and it healed in the blink of an eye.

Half a minute later, Mario suddenly vomited a large mouthful of smelly black blood. His complexion turned rosy. He stood up and moved his body in surprise.

"What did you inject me with?"

O'Neal, who saw the whole thing clearly, widened his eyes.

Holy shit! It’s healed so quickly?!

This guy was almost beaten to death by me just now.

Damn it! This guy is untouchable!

Seeing Clark's gaze turned to him, O'Neal showed a harmless and innocent smile, scratched his big bald head, and said embarrassedly: "Well, I was a little too heavy just now. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... I was wrong, I will definitely compensate you!"

"Ha ha……"

Clark ignored him and turned around to scan the gang members present with a sharp gaze.

He had the aura of a person in a high position, and the gang leaders all lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Everyone," Clark spoke, calmly, "I know what you want. Yes, the Mutual Aid Society does have a new technology for producing high-quality food. The inventor of this technology is me."

"I can share my technology with you for free. I have only one condition."

"You produce food, so you can't hoard it and raise the price. I hope all the people in the bottom nest can enjoy affordable food."

"If anyone violates this, I will personally take back the technology."

The black-haired boy waved his hand, and all the gang members present suddenly felt a chill on their necks. A spider-like micro-machine suddenly appeared and attached itself to their necks.

Everyone was shocked and subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab it.

"do not move!"

The shout made them stop.

The black-haired boy said indifferently: "This is an assassination spider. It contains a bomb and can also release a powerful electric shock to make people lose their ability to move."

The young man waved his hand, and the spiders on everyone's neck flew up and combined into floating balls in the air.

Then the surface flashed a few times and disappeared out of thin air in full view of everyone.

[Fuck! This thing can also become invisible?! ]

The gang leaders were shocked and immediately understood why their thousands of men were taken down without a single word.

This thing is small, fast, and invisible, it's impossible to defend against!

"I hope that from now on, no one in the hive will starve to death. That's all I ask."

The young man's clear voice was like a thunderclap, which shocked everyone. Many people couldn't help but recall the hard times when they had fought desperately for a living.

"Woo woo woo, this is so great..."

A sudden sobbing sound was heard nearby. The big guy O'Neal shrugged his shoulders, wiped his tears, looked at Clark and said solemnly: "Father, your idea is so great. I, O'Neal Shaq, absolutely support you!"

"Don't worry, just leave the technology to me. I will make sure everyone in the bottom nest has enough food to eat!"

The other gang leaders immediately gnashed their teeth.

You are so good, O'Neal with your thick eyebrows and big eyes. You are the one who dragged everyone into the fire pit, and you are also the first one to turn against us!

You even took the opportunity to show your loyalty and make friends with the new strong man. You fat guy are quite good at acting!