Next to the Ninth District store, in the alley.
In the narrow spaces between these towering buildings of steel and concrete, even the benevolent sun's rays couldn't reach during the day, and at night, the light from street lamps couldn't extend into these sinister corners of the bustling city.
Alleys like this, along with places like sewers, were perfect for criminals to carry out their nefarious activities.
Amidst a chorus of unpleasant laughter and cries of struggle...
Two burly men dragged Anne into the alley. Although Anne resisted desperately throughout the ordeal, there was little chance of her breaking free on her own. Her high heels had been discarded during the journey from the restaurant, and her perfectly formed legs, wrapped in torn black stockings, were exposed.
"Help! Is anyone there?" Anne's cries were hoarse, but before she could make much noise, the Boss skillfully stuffed a napkin from the restaurant into her mouth, reducing her cries to mere whimpering.
"Behave yourself, and let us brothers have some fun. Otherwise, you'll regret it," The second man said, pushing Anne against the alley wall.
"Yeah," The Boss chuckled sinisterly, reaching for Anne's skirt.
Tears streamed down Anne's face as she struggled even harder, her resistance becoming increasingly futile. As she faced the prospect of being violated by the thugs in the alley, her beautiful and delicate face was filled with despair.
Just then, a voice as if from heaven echoed coldly, "Leave that girl alone!"
Under the light of the street lamp outside the alley, a gigantic shadow enveloped Boss and the second man, startling them both and sobering them up slightly, causing them to halt their wicked actions.
Anne opened her eyes once again, her heart leaping with hope as she, along with the two criminals, looked toward the end of the alley.
In the next moment, all three of them were stunned.
Outside the alley stood a child barely a year old, not even old enough to wean, standing barefoot on the concrete ground, sucking on a lollipop, his hands casually tucked into the cute pockets of his overalls.
Previously, due to the angle of the street lamp, Caesar's shadow had constantly elongated and enlarged, making him appear tall and monstrous.
"Boss, am I seeing things?"
"No, it shouldn't be. It's actually a little hero!"
"Yeah, no wonder there's a strong smell of milk, hahaha!"
Seeing that it was just a child, the Boss and the second man dropped their guard completely, mockingly laughing and taunting the child.
Meanwhile, Anne's heart sank into endless despair once again. Now, not only was she in trouble, but she also risked implicating an innocent child.
"Hey, little one, were you the one speaking just now?" The second man sneered, standing up and casually removing his jacket and shirt, revealing his thin, scar-covered chest. He gestured towards his still relatively sturdy arms.
"That's right. Release that girl, and I might spare your lives," Caesar said seriously, but his childish voice, though firm, sounded as threatening as a kitten's meow, failing to intimidate.
"On whose authority? Your parents, or yours?" The second man laughed heartily, casually approaching Caesar, who was less than a fifth his size.
The Boss watched silently, coldly observing. Dealing with a lost child was easier than dealing with a kitten.
Anne cried out desperately, blinking rapidly, trying to signal Caesar to run away, but Caesar remained motionless, calmly watching the second man approach.
"Get lost already, kid, and stop bothering us!"
As the second man thought about the beautiful woman behind him, his footsteps quickened. When he reached Caesar, he lifted his left foot to kick, intending to send the annoying child flying like a football.
Caesar narrowed his eyes dangerously, and with a slight tilt of his toe, he jumped nearly a meter into the air, narrowly avoiding the second man's kick, and suspended himself in front of him.
Forming a tiny fist, seemingly light and breezy, Caesar delivered a straight punch to the second man's chest.
*Crack
The sound of bones fracturing rang out as the chest noticeably caved in.
The second man's eyes widened, blood spurting from his mouth as he felt like he had been struck by a ton of impact force. His body couldn't withstand the onslaught, collapsing like a deflated balloon, flying backward.
Rolling continuously, he finally stopped at the feet of Boss, the leader of the gang.
The Boss looked down in horror, his eyes wide open. The second man's eyes were shut, his breath gone, showing no signs of life.
While he had seen his fair share of killings, the sight of someone being killed with a single punch was rare, let alone by a toddler.
"Monster, alien monster!" The Boss remembered the alien rumors from New York, and with the restaurant named District Nine, he instantly associated Caesar with extraterrestrial beings.
And as it turned out, he was right. Caesar's body was indeed of Kryptonian descent.
Boss drew the pistol from his waist, aiming it at Caesar, his voice trembling with fear. "Stay back! If you come any closer, I'll shoot!"
Caesar cocked his head, ignoring the warning, stepping forward with his small feet.
Five meters, four meters, three meters...
Boss's forehead was covered in cold sweat, hands gripping the pistol tightly. Driven by fear, he pulled the trigger three times in rapid succession.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As the sound of gunfire rang out, or rather, from the moment his fingers pulled the trigger, the bullets were charged in the gun chamber, ready to be fired.
Caesar squinted slightly, the patterns in his pupils expanding. After activating his extraordinary senses and willpower, the world he saw was different from that of ordinary people.
Time flowed at a significantly slower pace.
The trajectories of the three copper bullets were clearly visible to Caesar's eyes. Three meters away, for the bullets, was just a split second, but for him, it seemed to slow down just a bit, giving him ample reaction time.
Not to mention dodging, even if he took them head-on, it wouldn't be a big deal.
Caesar did as he pleased, not bothering to dodge, extending his hand to grab the three bullets flying towards him. The moment his fingers touched the bullet heads, there was a slight resistance and a bit of pain from the impact energy, but before they could harm his skin, the bullets' momentum ended.
Well, they were just pistols.
Caesar lowered his head, examining the three bullets lying in the palm of his hand, achieving his first achievement - catching bullets barehanded.
Despite taking a long time in human perception, in reality, it was less than half a second.
"I must be drunk! Or dreaming!" Boss's mouth hung open in shock, a cold sweat breaking out as he looked at Caesar, unable to say a word.
Seeing this, Caesar was stunned for a moment, before shaking his head and sighing, "Pity those who haven't seen Inception. You should get a spinning top first, otherwise, like now, you won't even know how you died."
(End of Chapter)
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