Drifting in the endless vacuum of space, his entire body bathed in the Sun's intense radiation, Zhou Yi felt a deep and overwhelming sense of satisfaction wash over him—like a man exhausted from a full day sinking into a hot spring. His whole body relaxed in indescribable comfort.
If not for the Dawn-Type-I armor's energy panel continuously showing energy overflow and blaring warning messages, Zhou Yi might have actually fallen asleep.
Soon, though, Medusa's voice interrupted his bliss.
"Sir, there's an armed bank robbery happening in the Manhattan district. I believe you should take a look."
"Medusa, it's just a robbery. The cops can handle something that small," Zhou Yi replied impatiently. He had no intention of becoming a full-time Superman who dealt with every trivial matter.
Robberies, thefts—anything regular police could deal with—he saw no reason to get involved. It wasted time, and worse, would earn resentment. If he handled every little thing, it was basically smashing the rice bowl of the police force.
"Sir, these robbers have extremely heavy firepower. And they've hijacked a school bus full of elementary students. The police can only contain them for now, and casualties are not low."
Medusa continued her report. This was no longer a trivial matter—this was something that required his intervention.
"Give me their location."
"The target is heading toward the Brooklyn Bridge. Estimated time before police encirclement: five minutes and seventeen seconds."
Zhou Yi said nothing more. He dove straight into the atmosphere, a blazing red streak erupting across the sky.
Brooklyn Bridge
A yellow school bus was rampaging wildly across the bridge. Behind it, five or six police cars chased at full speed, sirens shrieking.
The bus, driven into hysteria by the pursuit, crashed straight through whatever vehicle or obstacle dared appear in its path. Several cars suffered heavily—some smashed inward, others completely overturned.
Inevitably, the bus slowed down from all the collisions. Seeing its speed drop, the police cars attempted to move in closer.
But the moment a police car approached too much, one or two masked men would lean out the bus windows and unleash a hail of bullets at the pursuing officers.
Each time gunfire erupted, terrified screams of children echoed from inside the bus. The message was clear—these robbers had more than enough hostages to make the police hesitate.
Police officers, after all, were not special forces nor robotic soldiers. Facing such brutal firepower, they wisely pulled back beyond the danger zone. The bus continued its insane charge until it reached the center of the Brooklyn Bridge and finally stopped.
"Baal! What the hell happened?!"A masked man holding an M4A1 shouted toward the driver's seat while spraying bullets at the police behind them.
Beside him, another masked brute with an AK-74 spat fire nonstop. With just the two of them, they suppressed an entire line of officers so thoroughly the police couldn't even lift their heads.
At the driver's seat, a scrawny masked man slapped the wheel in frustration, grabbed his own rifle, and fired toward the police blockade ahead, shouting:
"Damn cops! Boss—they blocked the road! This bus can't break through!"
With the front sealed and the rear held in check by police cars, a deadlock formed.
The robbers didn't like this at all.
The leader stomped forward, glanced out the front window, and saw over a dozen police cars forming a barrier, reinforced with roadblocks. Busting through was impossible.
"Andrew, watch the cops behind us! Baal, keep an eye on those brats!"
The leader dragged up a pale, bleeding middle-aged woman—the bus driver—and yanked her to the doorway.
"Listen up, you idiot cops!" he shouted. "You have five minutes to clear a path for us! Otherwise, I start killing hostages! This woman dies first! Then every minute after, one kid. There are over twenty little brats here—think carefully!"
Chaos swept through the police line. After a short moment, a stern-looking, rugged middle-aged officer raised a bullhorn and replied:
"Robbers on the bus, listen up! I am Captain Stacy of the NYPD. You are already surrounded. There is no escape. The Rapid Response Unit is already en route. I order you to surrender immediately or—"
RATATATATTA!
A wave of bullets forced him to dive behind cover mid-sentence.
When the gunfire paused, another officer rushed to him."Chief, what do we do now?"
Captain Stacy had no idea either. Over twenty child hostages—this wasn't a small case. That was why he rushed here personally. But now, he had no workable solution.
He could only ask:"What are the snipers saying?"
"The suspects are extremely skilled. Our snipers say they can't guarantee a kill shot. Judging by their behavior, these three are probably ex-military."
"That's exactly what I hate," Stacy growled. "People who're better with guns than the police."
He ordered his men to maintain containment and try to pressure the robbers into surrendering.But realistically? Nobody who becomes a robber expects to surrender.
Moments later, seeing the police still refusing to clear a path, the leader shouted again:
"You useless cops! What the hell do you want?! Two minutes left!"
Sweat dripped down Captain Stacy's forehead. He recognized that the robbers had no intention of surrendering. And once they began killing hostages, the situation would spiral out of control.
He tried buying time."Hey! Look, clearing a path isn't that simple! Give me a little more—"
The robber leader's survival instincts kicked in. He scanned around and spotted a sniper perched atop the bridge.
"You're stalling!"
He opened fire on the police again.
"DON'T SHOOT! HOLD FIRE!" Stacy roared.
But not everyone heard him—specifically, the snipers did not.
Rapid Response Unit snipers had the authority to fire based on their own judgment—and one of them chose that moment to shoot.
He was an excellent marksman. But the leader's battlefield-honed instincts saved him—he jerked left, the bullet grazing his shoulder. The woman in his grasp tumbled free and scrambled toward the police.
The situation immediately worsened.
Police hesitated to return fire due to hostages, but the robbers did not share this concern. They unleashed indiscriminate gunfire—at fleeing hostages, at officers, at anything that moved.
Bullets travel faster than people.The unlucky woman was hit in the thigh and collapsed, still far from the police. Unable to receive aid, she would soon bleed out.
The leader noticed her and—without a trace of mercy—aimed his gun at her.
"No—no, please… please don't kill me…" she sobbed.
He pulled the trigger.
Captain Stacy shut his eyes in anguish—But suddenly, a blast of pressure and wind forced them open again.
"What… what in God's name…?"
At the center of the standoff, a half-transparent, warped energy shield enveloped the fallen woman. Bullets froze at the edge of the barrier as if time itself had stopped.
Above the shield, a dark-armored figure floated in the air, arms folded, descending slowly.
"What the hell is that?" both sides murmured.
The "thing" they spoke of was Zhou Yi in his Dawn-Type-I nano-armor.
Zhou Yi landed. His armor's medical scanners swept the injured hostage, and Medusa promptly delivered an assessment:
"Sir, this woman has a penetrating wound in her arm, a ruptured femoral artery in her left leg, and shrapnel embedded. Immediate medical transport recommended."
Zhou Yi gently picked up the stunned woman and walked—slowly—toward the police line. Not flying, not running. He didn't want to startle the police into opening fire.
His gesture worked.
"Hold fire! Let him through!" Stacy ordered. This time, everyone obeyed.
Once Zhou Yi reached the police formation, Stacy and several officers stepped forward. They took the woman from him and rushed her to an ambulance.
Then Stacy asked the question on everyone's mind:
"Who are you?"
"Chief Stacy, who I am is unimportant. Consider me a knight who upholds chivalry—and happened to be passing by. In any case, you need my help."
Zhou Yi spoke plainly. Too plainly for Stacy's liking.
"I won't seek help from someone who won't even show his face," Stacy snapped.
"Then the situation will only get worse, Chief. Since you've run out of options, let me handle it. I will save the children."
With that, Zhou Yi turned and walked toward the bus.
A veteran officer whispered, "Chief… what now?"
"Damn it," Stacy growled, "give the order—watch the hostages, no one fires without my command. Right now, that guy is our only hope."
Zhou Yi stepped forward steadily.
The robber leader swallowed hard."Hey! Weird guy! Stop right there!"
Zhou Yi kept walking.
The slow, deliberate steps seemed to pressure the robbers even more. Panic drove them to open fire.
Three rifles unleashed a torrent of bullets—but sparks flickered harmlessly off Zhou Yi's armor. Bullets bounced away or flattened against his suit, clattering onto the ground.
The armor remained immaculate. His pace unchanged.
"What… what kind of monster is this?!"The leader's voice trembled as Zhou Yi approached within danger range.
The other two robbers panicked as well.
"Boss! What do we do?! Our bullets can't hurt him!"
"Baal, hold him off! Andrew—come with me! Grab the big one!"
The leader handed his rifle to Baal and retreated to the back with Andrew.
Baal kept firing desperately.
Zhou Yi strode through the hail of bullets as if walking through rain. He watched the bus door, waiting for the right moment to strike.
He refrained from rushing the robbers at supersonic speed—Partly to avoid exposing his full capabilities before SHIELD or HYDRA.But more importantly, to avoid collateral damage.
Supersonic movement created sonic booms like explosions, plus violent shockwaves. If he charged recklessly, several children would likely end up hospitalized.
He wondered how Quicksilver managed it—did that guy have a special running technique?
He continued to advance.When he was within 200 feet of the bus, the leader appeared again—this time holding an RPG.
"MONSTER! GO TO HELL!" he screamed, firing the rocket.
The 40mm warhead streaked toward Zhou Yi in a trail of smoke.
Zhou Yi raised his hand—
—and caught the rocket.
The warhead detonated, fire erupting violently. The explosion shook the bridge, blasting debris everywhere. Even the bus shuddered.
The robbers exhaled in relief.The police stared, stunned.Some even crossed themselves.
To all of them, Zhou Yi had certainly been blown into pieces.
But reality, as always, had a dramatic twist.
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