Chapter 73

After a meal, Hero felt a bit unsatisfied and started to flatter excessively. His sweet talk made Chen Huile laugh heartily. While listening to her son's smooth talk, Chen Huile was tidying up the dishes. Although she was blind, she did this task very efficiently. Seeing this, Hero wanted to help but Chen Huile swatted his hand away, saying, "You, just stay by my side and chat with me. You've never done any housework since you were a child. Do you want to wash the dishes or break them?"

Hero scratched his head, not being overly sentimental, and could only push this woman into the kitchen, chatting with her from the side.

In an old alley.

After lunch, those mischievous children, having nothing to do, gathered in groups to find some fun. A chubby boy suddenly thought of a prank and said with a wicked grin, "Hey, do you know that bastard came back this morning, driving a fancy car to show off. I heard that such bastards, who are not loved by their grandparents, always like to be kept men and spend old ladies' money when they go out."

The other mischievous children, who were also full of mischief, nodded in agreement. One of them scratched his head and looked at the chubby boy, asking, "Lezi, how should we deal with him?"

The chubby boy smiled wickedly, lifted a small bag and shook it in front of everyone, saying, "Yesterday, my dad came back from work and bought me a lot of fun things. We haven't played with firecrackers for a long time. Today, let's give him a hundred different ways to play. After we finish with his car, we'll blow up his cat's butt."

Playing with firecrackers was these mischievous children's forte. Seeing the chubby boy's bulging bag, they all howled excitedly. They didn't care if the reason they found was made up; they just needed an excuse to do what they wanted.

Evil deeds are also a form of righteousness.

On the rooftop of a building a mile away, a red-haired young man used the railing as cover, his eyes focused on the scope while his spiritual senses covered every corner within a hundred steps.

He was a powerful firearms expert with special abilities, never relaxing his vigilance of the surroundings while aiming at his target, unless he wanted to be targeted himself while aiming.

His scope was not an ordinary optical lens but an infrared thermal imaging scope. On the screen, the thermal image of a thatched house a mile away was displayed. He aimed at the head of one of the thermal images and was about to pull the trigger when he suddenly felt his body stiffen.

His body was being controlled by something. He didn't care what was controlling his body; the moment he felt his fingers not responding, the red-haired spider broke free of the restraint, biting his tongue.

The sudden, needle-like pain made his body regain a moment of freedom. The mission was more important than his life. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. At that moment, he felt a crisp sound from his shin bone.

It was as if a large hand was choking him. He instinctively used all his strength to struggle, and a faint sound came from the gun barrel as he fired. But the interference at that moment made his aim go off.

Two minutes earlier.

Hero was in the kitchen helping Chen Mama wash the dishes, while outside the fence, a few mischievous children sneaked up to Hero's parked car. One of the children placed a wooden bucket next to the car, and the yellowish, foul-smelling substance inside almost made them faint.

Then these little rascals laughed wickedly. This wicked laughter made Hero's ears twitch, and he immediately connected with nature, sensing what was happening within dozens of meters. He was stunned: "What the hell, these little bastards are playing with shit!"

At this moment, Hero's temples started to throb, and he felt a slight pain. Hero subconsciously felt that something bad was about to happen, but he couldn't pinpoint it.

He was a man who trusted his intuition.

While Hero was lost in thought, a loud bang came from outside, scaring the chickens and dogs in the yard. Chen Mama wasn't scared; she could tell it was the sound of firecrackers and asked, "Xiong'er, are those naughty kids from next door causing trouble again?"

Seeing that this woman wasn't scared and was asking such a question, he knew these mischievous children often came to cause trouble, which made him furious: "I don't bully the weak, the elderly, women, or the sick, but you little bastards dare to show your limits in front of me. You must be tired of living. Let me see how I'll deal with you."

Thinking this, Hero said to Chen Huile, "Mom, I'll go teach those little bastards a lesson."

Chen Huile shook her head and said, "Forget it, just let them play a bit further away. You were also a naughty kid when you were young."

"Naughty? I specialize in dealing with naughty kids." Hero made up his mind and rolled up his sleeves, saying, "Mom, don't worry. I'm an educated person. I'll reason with them and win them over with virtue."

"That's good, that's good."

As Chen Huile nodded, Hero had already rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the house. He was so angry that his seven orifices were smoking. His new car was splattered with the yellowish, foul-smelling substance.

The mischievous children, having succeeded in their prank, were pointing at the car and laughing. Seeing Hero come out in a rage, they blew their noses and glared at him. Hero was amused: "Playing with shit next to my car and daring to be arrogant in front of me? I'll show you what I can do!"

Reasoning with them was all bullshit; educating the next generation required using fists, especially with these mischievous children.

Seeing Hero coming, these mischievous children scattered, but in front of this human bear, they were just a bunch of little chickens. Hero took one step and was behind them, tapping each of their heads. These mischievous children were like they had been hit by hammers, their testicles shattered.

The pain made these mischievous children hold their heads and rub them on the ground, almost smoking.

Hero looked at his car, which was covered in the foul-smelling substance, and picked up a chubby boy. This guy had a naturally mischievous face and was definitely the ringleader. The chubby boy screamed, "What are you going to do? Do you know who my dad is?"

"I don't care who your dad is. If you dare to bomb my car with shit, I'll use you as a rag." Hero was about to use the chubby boy to clean the car when his eyebrows suddenly twitched, and he subconsciously looked at the rooftop of a building a mile away.

His soul had developed a bit of a connection with nature, allowing him to sense some unknown dangers in advance. But his realm was still weak, and he couldn't figure out many of the omens.

Just as Hero sensed the trajectory of a bullet, he immediately lunged forward, tackling the mischievous children who were squatting on the ground and screaming. As they hit the ground, a bullet grazed Hero's back, scraping a bloody gash!

Even using this weak body of Hua Hero, his physical strength was not something an ordinary sniper bullet could injure.

This was a sniper bullet enhanced with the power of a crest: an armor-piercing bullet.

The one who fired the shot was a firearms expert with special abilities: a mechanic!

If he hadn't lunged quickly, these little guys would have been skewered.

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