Hollywood-level live-action shootout between cops and superhero criminals!
Upon hearing Wang Hao’s words, Jiang Huanyu, Ren Xing, and Xiao Wen immediately widened their eyes.
What had been a tense and terrifying scene suddenly turned into the set of a third-rate comedy after Wang Hao spoke...
"Master Wang... there won’t be any trouble, right?" Jiang Huanyu asked, dumbfounded as he watched Wang Hao, donned in such a bizarre outfit, charge forward, saying, "Is he really going to take down those criminals with just that stuff?"
"This... this..." Ren Xing broke out in a sweat and stammered, "Should... maybe... probably... Brother Hao won’t have any trouble, right..."
Xiao Wen then said, "At a time , you still have the mood for jokes... Hey, Little Haoer is taking action!"
Faster said than done, in the blink of an eye, Wang Hao dashed to the inevitable path of the drug traffickers who were chasing Xiao Wen’s father, and suddenly let out a mighty roar!
"Ey!" Wang Hao struck an incredibly cool and impressive pose, pointing at the nine drug traffickers and yelled, "How dare you carry weapons and prepare to commit violence in broad daylight under the clear sky—drop your weapons and surrender now!"
If it had been anyone else who jumped out to block their way at this time, those nine drug traffickers would’ve definitely charged up and minced the person right then and there. But the problem was, Wang Hao’s outfit left the drug traffickers completely dumbfounded.
At that moment, Wang Hao was wearing a black top hat, sunglasses, and had specifically put on a wig. Most conspicuously, draped over his back was none other than a bedsheet cape!
"God damn it, is this guy an idiot?" one of the drug traffickers, who was in the rear as the leader, instructed his subordinates, "What are you staring for? Chase them!"
"Yes!" Two of the drug traffickers wielding baseball bats continued the pursuit, but as soon as they got close to Wang Hao, he stretched out his arms, and with one punch each, bang bang, the two traffickers were sent flying three feet off the ground, hurtling three to four meters away. They smashed onto a parked car at the roadside with a loud crash, rolling several times before lying motionless on the ground.
The car alarm started blaring wildly: "Woo woo woo—!!!!"
Holy crap, what’s happening?!
Seeing such a big commotion, a lot of the passing bystanders, confused about the truth, crowded around at a distance and began to discuss fervently—
"What’s happening here? Are they filming?"
"It looks like it, otherwise who could send a man flying that far with one punch?"
"That makes sense, hey why isn’t there any wirework? Are they shooting ’Domestic Agent 2’?"
Ren Xing, who was hiding and watching the commotion, thought: "..."
I have to bow down to this group’s rich imagination; how do you even connect all this together?!
At this point, the drug trafficker leader, seeing Xiao Wen’s father running far away, realized he had no chance of catching up. He gritted his teeth and glared at Wang Hao, demanding, "Who the hell are you?!"
"Me?" Wang Hao adjusted the black top hat on his head, and then with a swoosh, flicked the bedsheet cape tied around his neck, declaring, "I am the Bedsheet Ranger, ready to draw my sword to right the wrong. Why ask when you already know?"
"Bedsheet... Bedsheet Ranger!" The drug traffickers stared at Wang Hao for a good long while, then suddenly burst out laughing together, "Hahaha, this is too funny! Bedsheet Ranger! Hahaha!"
The surrounding bystanders also covered their mouths and laughed, their discussions buzzing—
"Hahahaha, this is too funny! This film is going to be good, Bedsheet Ranger, haha!"
"Yeah, yeah, I really got an eye-opener today. Are there still heroes ?"
"You don’t understand, in our Heavenly People’s Republic, we’ve always had rangers who act chivalrously for the country and the people. This is a must-watch!"
The people still didn’t realize that this wasn’t a movie being filmed, and they were all excitedly discussing it!
"Chubby brother," Xiao Wen almost got fooled by Wang Hao, "Is Little Hao really the Sheet Ranger?"
"How would I know?" The chubby man watched Wang Hao, who was hogging the limelight in front of the crowd, and muttered, "Whether this guy is the Sheet Ranger or not, I’m not sure, but I can guarantee his experience rolling in the sheets is definitely not as extensive as mine!"
Can we please be serious? Can we please be serious?!
Brother Hao was bravely fighting armed criminals, and you guys are discussing this now?
"Master Wang is just so cool!" Jiang Huanyu sighed, "He really seems like a superhero!"
A few people gave Wang Hao their highest praise. At that moment, the criminals also made a move.
"You ruined our good deed today, I’m going to skin you alive!" The leader of the thugs shouted, "Attack! I won’t be satisfied until he’s dead and my hatred is quenched!"
As he spoke, a few drug dealers with weapons charged at him.
After all, these were real desperados, who certainly wouldn’t exercise the restraint of average street thugs when they fought.
Even though Wang Hao’s physical condition was superhuman by now and he had the added bonus of the luck dice, for the moment he still didn’t dare to face them head-on— at least, not without a handy weapon, right?
"In broad daylight, you actually dare to lift a hand!" Wang Hao instantly grabbed a bicycle nearby and began swinging it around, "Witness my Bicycle Beating Mastery!"
The bicycle must have weighed about thirty or forty pounds, but in Wang Hao’s hands, it was as easy to wield as a small stool. As he swung it, with a couple of thwacks, he sent the foremost thugs flying!
"Damn, that’s tricky, watch out!" Seeing that Wang Hao had already taken down four men, the remaining drug dealers became even more cautious, circling around Wang Hao but hesitating to make a move.
"Hehe, scared, huh?" Wang Hao chuckled, grabbed the bicycle, and hurled it at one of them, "Take this secret weapon!"
His shout was like thunder on a clear day. The drug dealer hadn’t even had time to react when he saw a bicycle massively enlarging before his eyes. Then with a "bang," the bicycle smashed right onto his forehead!
The thug instantly collapsed to the ground with a "plop."
No sooner had the bicycle left his hands than Wang Hao picked up the steel pipe from the hand of the fallen drug dealer. He charged into the crowd and truly embodied the phrase "fists flying at Nanshan Nursing Home, feet kicking at Beihai Kindergarten." Amidst the flurry of pit-a-pats, drug dealers dropped to the ground howling in seconds.
"Ah! My hand!" "My foot!" "My...my..."
One drug dealer suffered the worst, as Wang Hao swept the stick between his legs, making him spit up froth and collapse, convulsing on the ground!
"Wow! That’s some really realistic action! Amazing!"
"Yeah, yeah, the way he swung that bicycle!"
"That actor’s got some serious arm strength, and his moves are slick. He’s too amazing! Whether it’s a TV series or a movie, I’ve got to watch it!"