Super Fighting Capacity！

A few years ago, she had imagined countless endings for her future, but none of them would come so quickly. She never thought that she would be chased to death for stealing a few boxes of canned food, and that she would suffer such desperate humiliation before dying.

She knew she might not be able to break free, as her feet were tied to the legs of the chair and her hands were tied behind her back. The slap she had just received was so powerful that her head was still buzzing. The boss was now untying her belt, and the sound of metal buckles rubbing together, along with the man's heavy breathing, was particularly clear in the dark garage.

I'm so upset.

She felt a darkness in front of her and realized that her consciousness was drifting away from her.

Just then, suddenly, there was a heavy and loud knocking sound coming from the garage's roller gate.

Bang, bang, bang.

It seems that someone is smashing the roller shutter. It's not fast or slow, but it's getting heavier and heavier. The force is so great that it doesn't seem like a human action, but more like someone driving an armored car to hit the door.

It was almost audible that the rolling gate was gradually being smashed into deformation and was about to fall apart.

Finally, with a loud bang, the rolling gate was completely smashed, almost tearing a large hole in the middle. The sunlight outside poured in, and a large beam of light fell on them.

The one who knocked on the door was not an armored car, and everyone's eyes were on the person who came. At this time, there was only a black silhouette, which turned out to be a person with long hair and a slightly thin body. It looked like he was not fully developed, and he always felt like a child.

Finally, Charlotte's eyes adapted to the intense sunlight, and the black silhouette gradually became clear in front of her. She saw the face of the person coming, and there was blood on his face. It seemed that he had a gunshot wound on his forearm, and the blood soaked his sleeve. He clenched his fists, and his hands were also injured, bleeding profusely. It seemed that he had just used his hands and flesh to break open the rolling gate.

His face showed neither pain nor panic, as he stared at the boss and his men, with only indifference and determination in his eyes. It was like the way he looked at the bread and butter:

If he wants to eat you, he won't waste any time.

Charlotte never expected that the person who came to rescue her was her mute, Malone.

But Charlotte had not yet recovered from her joy and shock when she saw the boss leave in front of her, holding the gun that had been on the ground before.

"Little... Wuwu..." But she couldn't speak, and could only make a slurred sound to warn the little mute about the bullet.

Before the words had finished, the boss and his two men pulled the trigger. The submachine guns fired at a high rate of speed, and a loud roar of gunfire filled the small garage with pungent smoke.

A figure approached the group at a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. With a dull thud, one of the men fell down, his head twisted to the opposite side, and a large pool of blood spilled from beneath him onto the ground.

This is not the speed and strength of humans, but the speed and strength of beasts and predators.

The remaining two panicked and fired wildly at Malone. At close range, even if Malone was faster than a rocket, it was impossible to completely avoid the bullets. However, the bullets hit his body and penetrated into his body, filling the air with a faint mist of blood. For a normal person, the amount of damage was enough to die a hundred times, but it seemed like nothing happened to him when he dodged the bullets that shot at his head and chest, even using his hands to block them. The bullets exploded in his limbs, but he seemed to be unaware of the pain and rushed straight towards the two of them.

He came down on them like death, grasping the neck of another subordinate and lifting him up. The sound of crushed bones and the man's screams mixed together as he crushed his neck.

The boss's face turned white. Such speed and strength, it's a monster. And in this world, such a monster can only be...

People like his boss.

He stumbled to pick up the rocket launcher from the ground and was about to blast it at Malone's head. Even for a monster as powerful as his boss, the head was vulnerable. At this distance, one shot would definitely kill him and blow him to pieces.

But Malone had already discovered his intentions. He twisted the head of the man in his hand and smashed it heavily in the direction of the boss. Even though the boss was well-travelled, he had never seen a battlefield where people directly threw human heads as weapons. His hand trembled in fear, and the head struck his chest with great force, almost causing him to vomit blood.

So he released his hand and the rocket launcher blasted into the sky.

A loud bang, the garage was blown to pieces, the ceiling was blown out with a huge hole, and smoke filled the air.

The boss was knocked to the ground by the recoil, and before the smoke cleared, death had already visited him. Malone walked over to him, picked up his own submachine gun from the ground, and placed the cold muzzle against his head. His eyes were devoid of emotion, without anger, joy, or even a hint of pity.

No, no, no, no, don't shoot, don't shoot! It's not me who wants to kill her! Please don't shoot, I beg you! It's my boss who asked me to do this. I have no choice. If I don't kill her, I will die. I can tell you who my boss is!

Charlotte heard the noise from this side and heard that this person was going to confess who his boss was. She was ready to open her ears and listen carefully to the identity of the arch-criminal who was going to harm her.

"My boss is..."