Damn, Serven is Still Chasing Me

Accompanied by a piercing strange laughter, this gang of motorcycle thugs drove their motorcycles wildly, racing ahead with glee. They carried fully automatic rifles with erased serial numbers on their backs, which was their reliance in this countryside.

"Hahaha! This is so much fun!" The leader of the biker gang shouted towards the night sky as he rode at the front.

"Long live the boss!!!"

The other henchmen followed suit, shouting loudly.

Just as the four of them were immersed in their joy, an unexpected guest suddenly appeared.

The henchman at the back saw through his rearview mirror that a motorcycle was flashing its lights at them, which seemed like a challenge.

"Boss, someone wants to race with us!" The henchman shouted.

"What? Someone wants to race with us? They really don't know their place!" The gang leader sneered disdainfully and then twisted the throttle, pushing the needle on the speedometer to its limits.

They continued driving for nearly half an hour, and the gang leader thought they had left the pursuer behind. He laughed heartily, "They thought they could race us? How foolish! Keep accelerating, boys!"

"What are you talking about?" A voice appeared by the gang leader's ear.

Hearing this, the gang leader abruptly turned his head and saw a person wearing red armor riding a large motorcycle side by side with them.

Although the appearance was slightly different from what he had seen on TV, the gang leader recognized this person. His pupils shrank, and the speed at which he twisted the throttle slowed.

"Ultraman..."

In the black night, specks of starlight fell on Jero's new armor. This armor was heavier than the previous two, entirely red with silver on the thighs, hands, and helmet. There was a protrusion on top of the helmet with a round green core on the forehead. The V-shaped orange-yellow optical visor stared at the biker gang.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

With Jero's appearance, this night was no longer a happy one for the biker gang.

They frantically twisted their throttles, hoping to bury Jero's figure in their exhaust fumes.

And Jero followed them, steadily riding his large motorcycle alongside. Wherever they went, Jero was right behind them, like a ghost.

The gang leader glanced at the dashboard and realized they were running out of fuel. He saw Jero still tailing them through the rearview mirror. His frustration grew, "Damn, Ultraman is still chasing us!"

As the gang leader's words fell, Jero leaped from his motorcycle and three curved darts appeared in his hand.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh

With three breaking sounds, Jero threw the darts at three of the gang members.

Enhanced by Ultraman's power, the three darts hit the gang members' gas tanks, causing their motorcycles to explode.

The figures of the gang members were instantly engulfed in the explosions, and cries of pain echoed from the flames.

Seeing this, the gang leader panicked and desperately hit the brakes. He left his motorcycle on the road, "Come on! You think you're tough? Let's have a final showdown!"

He yelled furiously at Jero, his mouth dripping with blood, and his eyes filled with veins, making him look ferocious.

At this moment, Jero had already landed on the ground. He walked slowly toward the gang leader, not saying a word.

"You despicable scoundrel!"

Seeing this, the gang leader grew even more furious. His skin began to change, shifting from the normal white complexion of a Caucasian to a red-green color. He sprouted another pair of eyes on his forehead and grew larger in size.

"Oh? You're an alien..." Jero glanced at him and recalled the information about this species he had read in the extraterrestrial database at the Fortress of Solitude.

Debarians were a species in the universe that enjoyed hunting. They had average technological capabilities, and most of them had a violent disposition.

Their physical abilities weren't much different from ordinary Earthlings, and they were typically weak and loved playing around.

The Ultraman Tiga didn't contain any data related to creatures other than Ultramen, so Jero had asked Superman for some information about extraterrestrial beings.

"Die, Ultraman!" The Debarian took out two objects from his pants pocket, resembling water guns, and pulled the triggers, sending electromagnetic spheres flying toward Jero.

Seeing these electromagnetic spheres, Jero drew the straight-blade long knife hanging from his waist. With a few quick slashes, he cut through the spheres, then pointed the blade at the Debarian and said coldly:

"What's wrong? Weren't you acting all tough in that little shop? Why don't you put up a decent fight against me?"

"I'll..." The Debarian wanted to continue his attack, but the next moment, he couldn't say anything.

"Return your life to God." Jero complained about the Debarian's irritability while a thin bloodline appeared on the Debarian's forehead, slowly seeping into his entire body, ultimately splitting him in half.

Snap

The Debarian's body, now in two pieces, fell to the ground, and Jero calmly sheathed his knife.

Superman, draped in a red cape, landed gently on the ground, watching the Debarian's corpse. Memories of the past surfaced in his mind.

"Jero, you did the right thing this time. When I first started, I also had to deal with these extraterrestrials. They have no concept of goodness whatsoever. No matter how kindly you treat them, Debarians will only respond with slaughter. But remember, Jero, no matter what, don't let hatred blind you. Killing will never solve all problems. Don't let anger dominate you completely. For both you and me, staying true to ourselves is the most challenging thing."

Jero removed the V-shaped optical visor from his face and looked at the Debarian's corpse. He felt no regret.

"For those who depart in pain, I hope this brings them some consolation."

In the past few days, there had been multiple robbery cases in the outskirts of the city, with most victims dying after being tortured. The old man and his grandson were considered fortunate.

The actions of these evil extraterrestrials sent shivers down Jero's spine. Despite his efforts to restrain his powers, his attacks were still ruthless. These extraterrestrial scum deserved to stay in hell forever.

After resolving everything, Jero rode his large motorcycle, named "Uyingdam," and prepared to leave.

Just then, a figure suddenly called out to Jero and Superman.

"Hello, Superman, and Ultraman." A brightly dressed figure appeared behind the two, wearing a mask and greeting them.

(End of this chapter)

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