You've Angered a "Superman"

As soon as Jackie Chan finished speaking, his gaze inadvertently swept across the room and he saw Sheriff Black lying in a pool of blood.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Jackie Chan, who had previously appeared honest and simple, visibly exuded a sharp and menacing aura. He instinctively clenched his fist and crushed the cube he was holding into pieces.

He looked him over again and again until his gaze settled on "Peter," whose hands were clearly stained with blood. At that moment, Jackie Chan's usually smiling eyes turned completely cold.

"You guys aren't Spider-Man, are you...? Did you do this? What did you do to Sheriff Black?!"

"Who knows—"

Since joining District 13, Uncle Jackie Chan has primarily been busy fighting against Shendu, rarely participating in the fight against crime. Coupled with changes in his life trajectory and his decision not to pursue a career in film, his public profile is virtually indistinguishable from that of the vast majority of anonymous agents within District 13.

This caused "Peter," who had initially tensed up his muscles after realizing the illusion had been easily dispelled and thought some formidable opponent had arrived, to become noticeably more relaxed.

He deliberately dragged out his words, his tone undisguisedly mocking, directly sarcastically remarking to her face.

"If that's what you really want to know, since I'm in a good mood right now, I might send you to reunite with that trash?"

Well, of course, that's why those few members of the Black Hand Gang weren't there.

If they were there, and saw "Peter" dare to be so sarcastic and disrespectful, they would definitely give this guy a thumbs up!

You dare to mock even Superman? Dude, you're really brave!

Upon hearing this, the veins on Jackie Chan's face bulged even more noticeably.

Then, while waving his hand to signal the agents to protect Sheriff Black first, he slowly assumed the starting stance.

He lowered his center of gravity, placed his fists one in front of the other, and stared intently at "Peter".

Then, in an extremely calm tone that sent chills down the spines of the three people opposite him, he spoke slowly and deliberately.

"So that means you admit it? Very good..."

The moment the words left his mouth, just as he was about to retort with a "Peter" to save face, his pupils suddenly contracted.

fast!

too fast!

Despite being just an unknown "minion," his speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, his iron fist, the size of a sandbag, slammed into "Peter's" face, sending him flying without giving him any time to react!

The cracking sound of his nasal bone breaking was particularly jarring in the quiet command post. As he saw stars, Peter felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding jet!

That terrifying power, so pure it was irrational, traveled along his bones all the way to his shoulder blades, blasting him back several steps before he could barely regain his balance.

But before he could readjust his posture, with his eyes full of saline solution, he instinctively looked up.

Jackie Chan's second punch followed immediately!

It was a powerful Russian swing punch, infused with the rotational force of the waist and abdomen, that slammed into Peter's left ribs. Instantly, Peter let out a muffled groan, his body involuntarily bending over, clutching his stomach, looking just like a boiled shrimp.

Even though he looked so miserable and seemed to have lost the ability to resist, Jackie Chan, who was always gentle and forgiving, was like a different person at this moment. He grabbed "Peter's" head and slammed it hard against his knee, knocking Peter off the ground!

Immediately afterwards, he interlaced his fingers and clenched them tightly together, raised his hands high above his head, and aimed at the back of Peter's neck, delivering a powerful and heavy blow!

After a series of punches, "Peter," who was arrogant and mocking just a second ago, collapsed to the ground like a dead dog.

His masked face was completely twisted to one side, and blood kept seeping from under the mask, dripping onto the spider symbol on his chest.

So much so that their attack was so fast that no one had time to provide support...

Such a terrifying and violent aura made "Gwen" and "Harry" momentarily see the familiar figure of the black demon in Jackie Chan. While inwardly cursing "Peter" for being such a terrible teammate and always daring to dance in dangerous areas, although they wanted to step forward to stop him, their bodies betrayed them, and they instinctively took a half step back.

When "Peter" struggled to get up again, Jackie Chan kicked him in the chin, causing him to roll uncontrollably several times before stepping on his chest.

The force was just right, not too light, not too heavy, enough to immobilize him.

Along with Jackie Chan's ferocious and twisted face, which had already entered the second stage of berserk mode, he looked down at "Peter" and questioned him in a cold voice.

"Who did you just call trash?"

The ferocious demeanor Jackie Chan displayed at this moment was completely different from his usual fighting style, which focused on blocking and dodging, with defeating the enemy as a secondary objective, and was often more inclined to "self-defense."

However, this is not surprising...

Although Jackie Chan has never admitted it, Sheriff Black is indeed his best friend.

Now, his best friend has been betrayed and is on the verge of death, and he may never see him again...

The thought of this instantly ignited Jackie Chan's anger, even though he was known for his easygoing nature. For the first time in his life, he truly felt the urge to kill!

"What are you all standing there for! Attack! Do you think that just because I'm dead, this monster will let you accomplices go?!"

Although this was Peter's first encounter with Jackie Chan, and he knew nothing about his previous fighting style, the targeted and undisguised killing intent still terrified Peter, causing him to lose all color in his face. He disregarded his personal image and roared through gritted teeth at Harry and Gwen, who were shrinking back as if sharing pain, but dared not step forward to help.

Peter's hoarse roar, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, completely threw the two of them into a panic.

They originally thought that, no matter what, the only one who would stab Sheriff Black with a knife was "Peter," and they hadn't done anything at all.

Therefore, while "Peter" was being beaten up, both of them tried their best to keep a low profile, hoping that Jackie Chan would forget about their existence. Or that after beating up "Peter" and venting his anger, he would go easy on them.

But now, Peter's words are like an invisible knife, shattering their illusion of self-preservation.

Because they know very well that people in this state of rage will never stop to listen to their explanations, nor will they differentiate between murderers and accomplices.

From the moment Jackie Chan heard "Peter" calling out and instinctively turned his head, locking his eyes on them with those chillingly cold gazes, they were already in the same boat.

Either we all leave alive, or we all perish here!

"...That good-for-nothing bastard!"

Having figured this out, Gwen couldn't help but curse Peter from head to toe in her mind. But in order to survive, her body had no choice but to react.

He drew his sidearm from his waist with a backhand motion, his finger on the trigger, and the muzzle quickly locked onto Jackie Chan.

However, a scene that shattered Gwen's worldview unfolded...

In just one second, "Gwen" fired six shots at Jackie Chan in rapid succession, each shot aimed at a different vital point!

Just when Gwen thought that such close-range shooting would be enough to kill Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan casually tilted his head, raised his leg, bent over, and leaped... a series of fluid movements that not only allowed him to easily dodge all the attacks like a cat puffing out a sieve, but also landed directly in front of Gwen, grabbing her gun barrel before the stunned Gwen could react.

At first, "Gwen" thought Jackie Chan was coming to take the gun and fight back, and instinctively wanted to pull the trigger and shoot Jackie Chan's hand.

Unexpectedly, Jackie Chan's next move made Gwen's eyes almost pop out!

Jackie Chan clenched his fists right in front of Gwen. Fueled by his rage, he managed to bend the meticulously crafted gun barrel a full 180 degrees, as if squeezing a straw, and pointed the muzzle at Gwen herself!

Immediately afterwards, Jackie Chan twisted his hand, and the gun flew out of his hand, smashing against the wall and shattering into pieces on the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he used his other hand to deliver a powerful punch to Gwen's chest, sending her flying!