"Drummer Boy?"
"Oh, oh, oh~! I know you, boy, the lead singer of an has-been boy band. Are you sure you want to meddle in other people's business?"
A sharp, grating voice came from the darkness.
"My songs are ranked number one."
Drummer Boy had a cold face and originally didn't intend to respond, but when he saw the several police officers lying in pools of blood, anger flared in his eyes: "Destruction, chaos, playing with lives—what kind of trash are you?!"
It seemed not to have expected his attitude to be so firm.
"Trash? Who is trash?"
The dark shadow was silent for a moment, its disdainful voice echoing between the walls: "These stupid and weak ordinary people are the real trash! They are selfish, greedy, and blinded by profit; they would sell out others for the smallest benefit. They are the trash, the real trash! Killing them is merely cleaning up the filth and purifying the world."
"Drummer Boy, since you are also a Superhuman, are you sure you want to help them against me?!"
"Superhumans are also people; we aren't a cut above ordinary people!"
Drummer Boy was filled with righteous indignation. He roared at the darkness in a slightly youthful voice: "Stop hiding! Let me see what you bastard really look like!"
"Oh, oh, oh... Very good, very good~"
The killer hiding in the darkness seemed to be completely enraged: "Another self-destructive idiot. Boy, since you want to help them, then leave your life here too!!"
The sharp voice echoed through the alley.
The entire alley entrance seemed to come alive at that moment; gray-black mist seeped out from within, transforming into huge, translucent tentacles that swarmed out.
Dalton and the others had already stood up. Witnessing this scene, their pupils trembled, and their faces were filled with terror. "Is this... really a Superpower a human can possess?"
Drummer Boy shouted in a low voice to those behind him: "Get out of here!!"
"Hee hee~ No one is getting away!!"
Along with the overwhelming gray mist came that eerie, bat-like dark shadow.
Drummer Boy stepped forward, put his hands together, and clapped rapidly.
"Wooooom~~~!!"
A powerful shockwave was emitted from his hands, spreading several dozen meters forward.
'Crash—'
Most of the gray mist tentacles were dispersed by the sound wave, but a few stubborn ones didn't disappear; they became much smaller and continued to surge forward.
"Dodge!"
Brad's scream came from behind.
Drummer Boy's expression was ugly. He dodged repeatedly, but accidentally had his arm pulled, and his whole body was sent flying into the air.
His face turned even paler. Gritting his teeth, he prepared to clap again to disperse the gray mist tentacles on his body, but his other arm was suddenly grabbed by that dark shadow!!
The cloak transformed into bat wings. The dark shadow looked down from above with a smug and disdainful tone: "And here I thought you were so tough. Gotcha~"
He gave a light tug and threw Drummer Boy to the ground.
'Bang!'
The hard ground cracked, leaving several fissures.
"Cough, cough..." The immense force made Drummer Boy uncontrollably cough up a mouthful of blood.
Such an encounter would have already killed an ordinary person.
Drummer Boy struggled to get up, but failed.
Because his thin back was already pinned down by a pair of large feet, the suppressive force leaving him unable to move.
A sharp pain shot through him, and Drummer Boy spat out another mouthful of blood.
The dark shadow stood in the open space, stepping on its enemy. The black mist all over its body slowly dissipated, and the moonlight fell. Only now did people clearly see its attire.
Bulky build, dressed in all-black, wearing a cloak like bat wings, half of its head shrouded in a mask, with two pointed ears sticking up, like an ugly and vicious giant bat.
Bat-Freak stared at the disheveled boy on the ground and laughed shrilly: "I thought you needed help. Is this your help? Oh, hahahahaha~~~~!!"
Gray mist surged out from the alley entrance behind him, swallowing everything in sight.
Dalton and Brad, who were fleeing in panic, as well as the two police officers, Marcus, suddenly felt the world spinning. Their vision went dark, and the strength in their bodies was rapidly drained.
"The mist is poisonous..."
They swayed, struggled to run two more steps forward, and then collapsed to the ground one after another.
Tentacles locked onto their ankles and slowly dragged them back to the alley entrance.
Bat-Freak tilted his head back and laughed wantonly: "Hahahaha!! Die, all of you die! Today you are all sacrifices for the Bat, becoming the material for my revenge on the world, the stepping stones for this damn Superpower to ascend!"
This was a sick pervert.
A huge panic rose in Drummer Boy's heart. He had fought criminals before, but he had never encountered such a vicious opponent.
Only then did he remember that ever since he became the lead singer of the Vought InternationalSuperpower boy band "Super-Sweet," he hadn't truly faced a criminal in a long time.
"Be afraid, smile..."
Bat-Freak woke from his self-intoxication, looked down at the boy, and smiled cruelly: "Let's start with you, meddlesome brat."
Having said that, he didn't hesitate and used his gloved hand to ruthlessly claw at Drummer Boy's heart!
Drummer Boy closed his eyes in despair, not noticing the strange smile on his own face.
Countless chaotic scenes flashed through his mind—illusory, real, joyful, fearful...
'The opponent is too strong. Am I really going to die here like this?'
'I was never a match for him. If I had been more careful, would things be any different?'
'If I hadn't chosen to step forward when I discovered the danger, but instead turned a blind eye, would I not have to die now?'
...
The final image froze on the expectant eyes of his late parents.
'No, this isn't right!'
'The world shouldn't be like this! Standing here is a heinous murderer!'
'Helping the weak isn't wrong; being weak is!'
Perhaps because he was about to die, Drummer Boy's anxious heart suddenly calmed down.
It was also at this moment that he felt a power he had never experienced before surging from within his body.
He hadn't experienced it before, but he had seen other Superhumans possess such enviable abilities.
That was an awe-inspiring strengthened body, and an incomparable speed that ordinary people could hardly reach!
'Clang~!!'
Bat-Freak's sharp claws dug into Drummer Boy's chest, emitting a dull, grating sound of impact.
Drummer Boy was sent flying by the immense force, sliding several meters across the ground.
The white combat suit was completely ineffective.
His chest was torn open, a shocking laceration causing a large amount of blood to gush out.
Bat-Freak was stunned. He looked at his fingertips, which were still stained with the boy's flesh and blood, and asked a soul-searching question: "This is impossible. Why aren't you dead? Why aren't you afraid of me?!"
Drummer Boy stood up with difficulty and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam: "I am a superhero, not like you."
"Don't act tough, you underdeveloped, disgusting, underage idiot!"
Bat-Freak was furious: "When I was your age, I could already kill famous heroes of Vought International. I'm going to tell you now, you fucking aren't anything!!"
He transformed into a shadow and engaged in close-quarters combat with the reinvigorated Drummer Boy.
This time, both sides were trading blows, engaging in the most primitive brawl.
Drummer Boy was barely able to match him.
Although he had luckily awakened physical enhancement and speed abilities, his sonic attacks were what he was best at. Without training as a prerequisite, stacking two new abilities simply didn't have the effect of one plus one being greater than two.
Other than being a bit more resistant to hits than before, it didn't seem any different.
Soon, he was defeated, covered in wounds.
"Look, look..."
Bat-Freak kicked the boy flying, confirmed that his breathing was weak and he could no longer get up, and then laughed mockingly while panting: "There are times when even superheroes can't beat a villain?"
"You want to save them?"
"Oh, hahaha! You idiot dreaming of being a hero, let me tell you, you were just that close to succeeding, really, just that close..."
Bat-Freak stuck out his tongue, licked a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked step by step toward the sleeping police officers and patrolmen, his eyes completely insane.
"Now, I want you to watch me, yes, watch with your own eyes, how I tear them in half, one by one!!"
The dying Drummer Boy could no longer open his eyes. He lay on the ground with his head turned to the side, vaguely seeing Bat-Freak lift up a police officer.
"St-stop..."
He wanted to shout loudly, but unfortunately, he had no strength left.
If only another superhero would appear right now; he needed a superhero with immense power to prevent Bat-Freak from killing again, he thought.
Bat-Freak held the police officer by the head: "Are you happy?"
The police officer had a strange smile on his face, his eyes hollow: "Happy to Death."
"Oh, hahaha~!"
Bat-Freak trembled all over, so happy he nearly fainted. He grabbed the policeman's arm with his other hand, preparing to tear him apart, when a cold voice suddenly came from behind.
"Put him down."
There's another helper?!
Bat-Freak turned his head sharply to look.
He saw a tall figure wearing a deep blue combat suit and a bright red cloak, hovering in mid-air.
His cape fluttered without wind, looking down from above, his blue eyes as bright as stars: "A murderer? Sorry, your villain time is up."
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