Yes, he was Lone Star, one of the 'Dual Cowboys,' a famous superhero in Texas before Superman and Supergirl had even appeared.
Norman was considered one of the more old-school superheroes; he still maintained a private identity.
When performing missions, he would wear a futuristic silver mask to cover the lower half of his face.
In his everyday life, he was just an ordinary small-town uncle who liked drinking, watching games, gambling, and rodeos.
The cool breeze blowing through the car window carried away his fatigue.
Norman lit a cigarette for himself; as the nicotine entered his lungs, he sighed comfortably, gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and slammed on the gas pedal.
'Vroom~!'
The car began to race down the country road.
For a renowned hero with marksmanship and super hearing, he could easily handle the car even if the road conditions were poor.
Five or six minutes later, the car made a turn and entered the neighborhood where he lived.
Just as Norman was about to buy himself some bread before heading back, as he usually did, a dozen or so vagrants were gathered mysteriously on the side of the road not far away.
"Can't you trade somewhere else? I just got off work; it's best if you don't cause trouble for me."
Norman rolled his eyes, got out of the car on his own, and pretended not to see them.
He didn't want to bother; such punks weren't worth his effort, and they didn't look like they were about to cause trouble immediately.
If he arrested every suspicious person he saw, the dampers in San Antonio wouldn't be enough, and the prison would have been packed full long ago.
He passed by this group and entered the bakery.
Before he had even finished picking out his bread.
'Bang, bang, bang~!'
Gunshots rang out outside the door.
There was no need to think to know what was going on; someone among that group was having a shootout in the street.
"Give me a break..."
Norman sighed helplessly, slapped his thigh, and turned around, preparing to teach those idle gang members an unforgettable lesson.
Suddenly, his expression tightened.
Lone Star's ears twitched; he heard a faint humming sound in the air.
'Hum——!'
He looked out through the transparent floor-to-ceiling window.
Sure enough, high above, a young superhero wearing a bright combat suit and a streamlined black visor was flying over rapidly.
Lone Star's eyes widened in shock, because he actually knew the person who had arrived; he had even taught him a lesson a few times.
But the other person's entrance was too cool, completely different from before, so much so that Lone Star was a bit unsure if it was still him.
Lone Star couldn't believe it, "Supersonic?!"
'Bang, bang, bang~!'
It turned out that the gang members outside, after getting the goods, wanted to double-cross each other and were pulling out handguns to shoot; street corners and cars by the road had become their trenches.
Supersonic descended from the sky, with invisible sound waves seemingly vibrating on his body.
A slight roaring sound interrupted the gunfight between the two gangs.
"Why is a superhero appearing here?"
The gang members were stunned. They were conducting shady business here; did the answer even need to be said?
As soon as they saw it was a superhero, they subconsciously felt guilty, and many of them scrambled away with their heads in their hands.
'Really think they're a savior...'
There were also those who weren't afraid of Death; they turned their guns and fired continuously at Supersonic.
The gunfire was more intense than before, with bullets spraying out as if they were free.
The previous Supersonic, having trained under Mr. Superman for nearly a year, had seen his physical strength transform to a level capable of withstanding firearms.
And now.
'Bang, bang, bang——!'
Bullets kept hitting him continuously, yet there wasn't even a single spark from the impact.
A layer of invisible vibration waves wrapped around Supersonic; the closer they got to his skin, the stronger the vibration became.
All the bullets, whether near or far, stopped just a short distance from Supersonic, as if a pause button had been pressed on the scene.
A moment later, the bullets clattered and fell all over the ground.
"What the hell?!!"
"Son of a bitch!!"
"How did he do that?!"
All the gang members who witnessed this scene were incredibly shocked and stood frozen on the spot; some were breaking out in cold sweats, almost wetting their pants in fear.
"Is, is this fucking human?!"
...
"Hey, guys, thanks for the warm welcome."
Blocking the bullets nonchalantly, Supersonic's expression remained unchanged as he brushed off his shoulders.
He walked calmly toward the terrified group.
"There is one thing I need your help with."
He said, "I heard that the goods in the south all flow out from here? Do you mind introducing me to your boss?"
Supersonic's pace was fast.
A big guy who had been shooting the most fiercely just a moment ago was now the closest; beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his forehead, and he felt as if he could smell the scent of Death.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Supersonic walked up to him and patted his shoulder with a serious expression.
"Ah..."
The big guy shuddered all over, completing his mental preparation in 0.1 seconds.
He said very straightforwardly, "O-our boss is waiting for the goods at the villa; I can take you there right now!"
"Thanks, you're very polite."
Supersonic nodded with satisfaction and didn't hold back his praise: "Behave well in prison; God will bless you."
"I will, Boss Supersonic; actually, you're my idol."
The big guy was very obedient and revealed a smile that looked worse than crying.
Supersonic: "Shut up."
The big guy: "Okay."
In the back, a small guy, seeing Supersonic with his back turned to them and completely unguarded, secretly raised his gun again.
The people in front saw this and looked terrified.
'Hum~~!!'
Supersonic sensed something; without turning his head, he waved his hand backward, and a wave-like sonic current shot out.
It was a thin layer, like an invisibly accelerated frisbee, passing over that guy in the blink of an eye.
'Plop~'
The gun fell to the ground, and so did the small guy's arm.
The small guy's expression suddenly turned to terror; he tried to move his body.
Then.
His feet wouldn't listen to him, and his upper body slowly slid off.
The sonic current had already sliced him in two as it passed.
Now, as he struggled, the two halves of his body fell to the ground, and blood sprayed like a fountain.
"Ahhh! Save me, save me..."
The small guy only just realized; his upper body was shouting, his hands still propped up to crawl twice, but he soon stopped breathing and died.
Everyone, facing such a terrifying scene, shook like chaff.
The big guy even wet his pants directly.
"Sigh, I gave you a chance."
Supersonic frowned unhappily and looked at the remaining group: "Resisting arrest and attacking a superhero—this reason will be written on your Death warrants."
Everyone could feel that something was wrong.
Today, Supersonic was very angry.
"No, no..."
"Supersonic, please don't kill me!!"
"I beg you, this is my first time; I still have a wife and kids!"
"Please give me a chance; I'm willing to cooperate with whatever you say!"
...
Some shouted in panic, some scrambled to escape in a panic, and some were scared to the point of losing control of their bowels, collapsing on the ground.
'Hum——!!!'
Supersonic extended one hand, and oscillating sound waves spread out from it.
Waves of sound transmitted outward from Supersonic; the surrounding cars were affected, and their alarms rang non-stop.
"Get down."
Supersonic wasn't actually a bloodthirsty person; he had his own principles and had politely given notice before attacking.
Then.
'Hum~~~!!'
The humming sound increased sharply.
"Mommy, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
The big guy from the beginning had already collapsed; he was terrified to the point of prostrating himself, hugging his head with both hands and praying.
A few followed instinctively and also lay on the ground; they were fine.
As for those who tried to flee, or those who tried to raise their guns to attack him at the last moment.
'Pop!' 'Pop!' 'Pop!'
At the moment the sonic wave expansion circle widened, they exploded like balloons, one after another, without exception.
A dozen seconds later.
The sound waves ceased, and half of the entire street was dyed red.
Supersonic stood alone on the street; only the sound of car alarms continued to echo rhythmically on the street.
"Hiss..."
Lone Star saw this scene from afar, and his heart went cold. 'Is this fucking Supersonic?'
With such a display of force, he would believe it if someone told him this was 'The Seven.'
In Lone Star's memory, Supersonic was supposed to be a relatively well-behaved, underage rookie hero, the kind who wouldn't even swear after being humiliated by him a few times.
As for the Supersonic before his eyes.
Who was he?!
Just as Lone Star was suspicious and uncertain, outside the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, Supersonic sensed something, and from dozens of meters away, he tilted his head and looked at him.
Supersonic was indeed not a person who slaughtered at will.
On the way here earlier, he had saved a mother and daughter along the way and learned about this gang's inhuman behavior from them, which was why he had fire in his heart.
'Murder, arson, forcing prostitution, selling drugs...'
'Mr. Superman is right; being kind to bad people is being cruel to good people. You must eradicate evil completely, otherwise, it will leave behind future troubles.'
Alex rarely got truly angry.
But at this moment in his heart, this gang leader and the main members had all been added to his Death blacklist.
Of course, that was a matter for later.
"How are you, Mr. Lone Star."
Supersonic turned his head and smiled as he greeted the figure inside the floor-to-ceiling window not far away: "Any interest in solving this bunch of trash together?"
Whether it was an invitation or not, only he and Lone Star knew.
"Lone Star?"
Several staff members inside the bakery looked at Supersonic outside the window and then at Norman, suddenly understanding something.
One of the clerks looked shocked: "Oh my god! I'm seeing two superheroes from different factions at once!!"
"Listen, if you don't want to die, lock the doors and close the shop."
Norman's expression became grim; he thought the Supersonic in front of him was in a very dangerous state.
After leaving a sentence behind, he slowly walked out of the bakery.
He took out a folded silver mask from his pocket and put it on his face.
At this moment, there was no Norman, only Vought's superhero, Lone Star.
Lone Star stared coldly at Supersonic, "You've crossed the line."
"Haha, sorry sir, but I still have to say, you were just buying bread, right?"
Supersonic twisted his neck and looked at Lone Star, his eyes behind the visor shining brightly: "How ridiculous; a whole bunch of scum double-crossing each other right under your nose, guns blazing, and you chose to turn a blind eye."
"And now you blame me? Blame me, someone who was just passing by, for solving them? Is that what you mean?"
He had long been dissatisfied with the inaction of these Vought lackeys.
It was just that he couldn't beat them back then; Supersonic and Gecko had suffered losses a few times and could only hold it in.
Now, though.
Supersonic smiled coldly: "Your name shouldn't be Lone Star, but Vought Star; Texas is not your territory."
Lone Star said nothing, pulling out the hidden whip from behind his waist.
Based on past experience, he thought he wasn't without a chance.
House of Superman VS Vought.
This was a confrontation between two major factions.
'Hum~!'
The air began to vibrate.
No one knew that he had come specifically for this.
Supersonic smiled with deep meaning: "Remember the scene last time? I'll give you the chance to strike first!"
...
One minute later.
Lone Star's eyes rolled back, and he fell unconscious onto the roof of his beat-up pickup truck.
"That'll teach you to be arrogant..."
Supersonic vented his anger fiercely. In the end, he didn't choose to kill him; the other party's desperate struggle now posed no threat to him at all.
"Congratulations."
He turned to the few surviving gang members who hadn't dared to escape from the beginning, and smiled gently: "Lead the way; if you behave well, you'll have a chance to go to jail."
In the eyes of the others, this smile was like a demon's.
"Yes."
The few survivors were trembling and didn't dare to resist at all: "Please follow us."
Supersonic walked away with them.
Two staff members from the bakery came out cautiously, swallowed hard as they looked at the stretch of street filled with blurred flesh and blood, and after hesitating for a moment, still called the police for the unconscious Lone Star on the other side.
One clerk whispered: "God, I hope this is the last bloodshed on Cross Street..."
The other clerk looked in the direction where Supersonic had disappeared.
"That's how it should be done."
He thought to himself, finally, another rampant gang had met its end.
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