Before entering the "Bio-hazard Zone," Li Pu mobilized the Qi within his body, constantly emitting it outward to create an air shield that isolated the stench.
The foul smell produced after the garbage truck explosion reminded him of a stupid thing he did as a child.
When he was seven or eight years old, he went back to his hometown for the New Year to play with his little buddies. A few naughty boys went wild, and who knows who lit a Double-kick firework and threw it into the public toilet.
As a result, with a loud "bang," the wall of the old public toilet was directly shaken down. The smell that surged out of the toilet remains fresh in Li Pu's memory to this day.
However, none of the children playing together at the time, including himself, would admit to throwing the firework.
So, every one of those little monkeys playing together had a hearty meal of "bamboo stick stewed meat"—a good thrashing—when they got home that day.
Back then, unlike now, the way adults managed children was actually quite crude.
But the logic they taught seemed even easier to understand.
If you threw it, then this beating certainly wasn't an injustice to you. How can you do something wrong and not be punished?
If you didn't throw it, well, although it's a bit of a pity, the beating is to make you remember that a person shouldn't, or at least shouldn't, blow up shit in a toilet for fun.
"Foreigners just lack this kind of upbringing; I have to give you all a good lesson today."
Thinking of this, Li Pu looked at Kross, who was clearly prepared and had already put on an industrial mask, and then at the beautiful Fox, who was first dazed by the explosion's Impact and then began to gag repeatedly after inhaling a large amount of foul air.
"Alright, first of all, let's be fair..."
Li Pu appeared in front of Kross like a lightning bolt and snatched the mask off the face of the man wearing the garbage collector uniform.
The opponent was clearly no ordinary person. Despite his unremarkable bulk, his speed and strength were far superior to an average human's.
When Li Pu snatched his mask, he was even able to react, raising his hand to counterattack with the pistol in his grip.
However, his reaction was merely "some."
Before Kross could pull the trigger, his two guns were snatched away by Li Pu.
Moreover, Li Pu's two fingers lightly pressed against his diaphragm, giving a gentle "massage" to that heart, which was beating several times faster than a normal person's.
Kross nearly suffered cardiac arrest and instantly lost all strength. His eyes rolled back, and he almost collapsed directly onto the ground.
But at that moment, gunshots rang out behind Li Pu. The beautiful Fox used curved shooting again, firing three consecutive shots at Kross.
At the critical moment, Li Pu extended two fingers.
Swish, swish, swish... Three times in a row, Li Pu struck with precision, catching the three bullet heads out of the air between his two fingers.
"I'm glad you knew to have the bullets avoid me; but I really don't like a young... lady like you playing with guns."
After Li Pu finished speaking, he gave a light toss, and the three bullet heads fell into his palm.
With a slight squeeze and then a release, a die-cast metal ball fell to the ground with a "ding."
With just a slight move, Li Pu defused the tense situation.
After all, whether it was adrenaline flowing through the veins or curved shooting, it was all somewhat inadequate in the face of someone who could catch bullets with his bare hands and possessed grip strength comparable to a hydraulic press.
"Now, while I'm still easy to talk to, can we have a proper chat?"
It turned out that as long as one mastered the correct method of communication, even arrogant and stubborn Americans could be easily handled.
Without even using "please," Li Pu simply said "Get in the car," and then invited both Fox and Kross onto his food truck.
However, at Kross's strong insistence, the young man who had previously been stuffed into the trunk of the Dodge Viper as a hostage was also brought into the carriage.
Then, regardless of whether they were willing or not—they couldn't object anyway—Li Pu found a hemp rope woven with beef tendon from somewhere in the food truck and tied up Fox and Kross in short order, making it temporarily impossible for them to kill each other.
As for that young hostage, seeing Li Pu's actions, a look of terror immediately appeared in his eyes.
"Hey, buddy! I used to be an excellent hunter. Isn't it normal to know how to tie up prey with rope?"
After saying that, he stopped paying attention to this guy who looked like "Bambi."
Actually, Li Pu had originally wanted to untie him, but that look in his eyes made Li Pu a bit unhappy—what kind of person do you take me for?
So, Li Pu deliberately ignored the fact that this person's hands and feet were tied with plastic zip ties and his mouth was covered with thick tape.
He threw the three of them into the carriage, which smelled of a mix of food and garbage. Then Li Pu drove off, picked up his two sons waiting for him at the intersection, and sped away from this place of trouble with a stomp on the gas.
This place was Wall Street.
If a pedestrian accidentally tripped on flat ground, it could potentially cause a global stock market earthquake.
The gunfight just now had already caused the New York Police Department's emergency lines to be overwhelmed by taxpayers worried about their assets being damaged.
Fortunately, Li Pu's actions were very swift.
And despite all that was said, from the first shot fired to "Little Red" starting up, only four or five minutes had passed in total.
Even if the NYPD deployed police helicopters within ten minutes, Li Pu had already driven several blocks away.
Furthermore, smartphones hadn't been invented yet, so there were no enthusiastic citizens posting photos and locations on social networks for no reason.
Therefore, after Li Pu left the scene, it would be difficult for the NYPD to find him for a while.
Even if they wanted to look, there were still three fresh corpses left at the scene. Based on them, the NYPD would only find other people.
Li Pu wasn't panicked at all.
He was just a little angry.
Driving the car back to the second-hand factory in Hells Kitchen, Li Pu let the two children go play with Alfred first.
Then, he began to get busy himself.
"Talk, you guys. What the hell is going on? And, which of you can be responsible for compensating my losses?"
He hauled the three people, who were about to vomit from the stench, out of the carriage. Pointing at his food truck, which needed repairs and a thorough cleaning, he issued a Soul-searching question.
Except for the young hostage named Wesley, who was a bit scared, Fox and Kross both had expressions of disbelief on their faces upon hearing this.
No way, buddy?
They had originally thought Li Pu was a secret weapon or super soldier cultivated by some major organization specifically to target super assassins like them.
But now, from the meaning of Li Pu's words, this tall Asian youth, who didn't fit the stereotype, was very likely just a complete bystander.
They, super assassins who had received rigorous training since childhood and could stir up international turmoil with the pull of a trigger, had actually been kidnapped by a random passerby?
And the reason this person kidnapped them was actually just to seek compensation for a food truck dirtied by garbage?
Where is the justice in this!