0p0 Chapter 150 Easy as Hands
Chapter 150 Easy as Hands
Chapter 150 Easy as Hands
Even during the joyous Christmas season, this strong white man didn't forget to keep his business open.
Making one's own contribution to New York's extremely high crime rate is commendable...: Bullshit.
Anyone who frequently commits robbery knows just how unprofessional this guy is.
Listen, man.
Joey pretended to shield Starfire behind him, then, under the threat of the enemy's dark gun barrel, he raised his hands as instructed:
"If you ask us to raise our hands, then we won't be able to take out our wallets."
The petty thief in front of him suddenly realized that what Joey said made a lot of sense, and he was speechless for a moment:
"Yes! Then... then take out your wallet first, then raise your hands!"
"I'll do as you say."
Joey stared nervously at the trembling muzzle of the gun, slowly lowering his hands. As his right hand reached inside his shirt, he suddenly asked:
"Oh, right, I just remembered something—what if I pulled out a handgun instead of a wallet? What would you do then?"
This is North America, a country where guns can be sold directly in Walmart. Anyone who puts their hand in their pocket could pull out something deadly the next moment.
As a local resident, the thief was naturally aware of this, and upon hearing this, he was so frightened that his hand holding the gun almost pulled the trigger:
"No! Then raise your hands first!"
"All right."
Joey raised his hands again: "Then I can't take out my wallet anymore."
"Alright—" Starfire, standing behind him, couldn't stand it any longer. With a sizzle, the green light ring on her hand materialized into pliers and a wrench, instantly dismantling the gunman's handgun into scrap metal.
"Stop teasing him!"
The two people whose good time had been interrupted could tell that the robber lacked the courage to commit evil deeds; otherwise, given the two times Joey teased him earlier, he would probably have been shot long ago.
Not using excessive force doesn't mean the two should let each other off the hook; attempted crime is still a crime.
"Are you going to the police station yourself, or should I take you?"
"Please have mercy!"
Having witnessed Xinghuo's incomprehensible methods, the man before him knew he was completely defeated, and gave up struggling, immediately kneeling down to beg for mercy.
"I can't go to jail, please!"
"You can't just rob people! But they still did!"
Joey rolled up his sleeves, preparing to take the other person to a patrol car two blocks away:
"You should be glad you ran into us. The sentencing for illegal possession of a firearm in an attempted crime is much different from that for direct armed robbery!"
As Joey approached with an air of nonchalance, the man, while pleading for mercy, suddenly had a glint in his eyes, sprang up, and delivered a powerful punch to Joey's chin:
"Ouch!"
The robber clutched the back of his hand and groaned in pain—"What the hell? Is this guy's chin made of iron?"
"Like I said, you should really be glad you met us."
Joey cracked his knuckles, intending to punch the other man, but remembering how he had previously punched him and caused blood to fly everywhere, he hesitated for a long time and decided against it. Instead, he grabbed the other man by the collar and raised him high.
"If it were some guy who always wears black and likes to stay out all night, you'd have several broken bones by now."
"Please, let me go! My name is Flint Marko, and I had no choice but to rob someone on Christmas Day!"
Seeing that his struggles were futile, the man who called himself Flint Marko began to beg for mercy again:
"I have a daughter who is sick and needs money! Please let me go, otherwise she will have no one to take care of her if I go to prison!"
In Chinese context, it would be something like, "It's almost Chinese New Year, and I have elderly parents and young children to support. Could you please let me go?"
"Your very first sentence was a lie, how can I believe you?"
Joey didn't even need to listen to the other person's heartbeat to detect this complete lie:
"Marco is a typical Latin surname, and you, my friend, don't look Italian or Latino at all. Your features are clearly Irish, or Briton?"
"Flint Marko" is obviously lying. Who robs someone while giving their real name?
"Please, although my name is fake, my daughter's story is real!"
"Okay, then tell me your daughter's name."
To verify that this guy was indeed talking nonsense, and to convince him to go and wait for the oranges, Joey decided to conduct a live verification:
"You don't want to say? That's normal. Just tell me the hospital she's in, okay? Flushing Medical Center?"
Using his super vision, Joey scanned the interior of the hospital ten kilometers away, examining the inpatient roster page by page. He read out the most likely names one by one, observing the patients' reactions:
"Casey? Emily? Anya? Penny?... Oh, it's Penny. I heard your heartbeat slow down a bit."
Upon hearing this, Flint's face, which had previously displayed a mixture of panic and ingratiation, immediately turned cold.
"What are you? I swear, if you dare to hurt her, I will..."
Before the man could finish his threats, two policemen crept out from around the corner of the alley. This was the nearest patrol team that had been called after a kind-hearted person reported the incident outside the alley.
"Don't move, police! Everyone, put your hands behind your heads and lean against the wall, where we can see you!"
"Officer, the robbers have been subdued!"
Joey winked at the two patrol officers in the distance, and Xinghuo's fingers twitched slightly as he reassembled the pistol that had been disassembled into parts, except for the firing mechanism.
Joey released Flint, waiting for the police to come and detain him: "No matter what, you're going to jail."
The tense police officer breathed a sigh of relief after recognizing the people in the alley and their skin color.
He stepped forward, kicked the pistol off the ground, pulled out his hand, and pinned Flint to the spot.
"Well done, citizen. Would it be convenient for you to come with us to the police station...?"
"No, it's not convenient at all."
Just as the police were searching Flint, Joey had already pulled Starfire away and retreated to the alley exit, disappearing without a trace in a flash.
"Merry Christmas, officer!"
Nobody wants to go to the police station on Christmas Day for a long, tedious statement.
As Xinghuo followed Joey back into the dense crowd, she worriedly grabbed Joey's hand, unwilling to go any further.
"He just went in like that, what about his daughter?"
For people like Xinghuo and Joey, being robbed at gunpoint was just a minor incident, but for the arrested robber and his now-unattended daughter, it was the sum of all the misfortunes in the world.
"What that girl needs right now is money, not a father who is an armed robber and might even kill someone in the future."
Joey, who had been pulled by Xinghuo and had a wing-like tug, had no choice but to explain to the other party:
"So we need to get some money first."
Although Joey will still need Tony, a big spender, to help him expand his war forces on Earth in Flashpoint, he can't afford to bother him with this kind of thing now.
Fortunately, money has never been a problem for Joey.
Joey glanced around and picked up a piece of coal from the ground.
It's Christmas now, and Santa Claus usually gives beautiful gifts to obedient and sensible children. But what do disobedient and naughty children receive?
The answer is the piece of coal in Joey's hand.
This was clearly left on the ground by some careless "Santa Claus" in a family.
Joey placed the black coal in his palm, rubbed it slowly between his hands, and after a few seconds, he opened his palm again, blew away the outer layer of carbon dust, and an irregularly shaped transparent diamond appeared in his palm.
He proudly showed the diamond to Xinghuo:
"Simple molecular physics—to be honest, I've never understood why this stuff is so valuable."
Diamonds, whose main structure is carbon, shouldn't be considered rare. To obtain diamonds, you essentially just need to rearrange and recombine carbon atoms in the correct way.
For Joey, it was something anyone with hands could do.