Police chief, Ma Changchun's doorstep.

Ma Changchun received a call. He walked out nervously with a bag of garbage, walked to the garbage dump in the dark alley, looked around, forgot to throw away the garbage, as if looking for someone.

Turning around, a man in black stood in the dark, his voice low: "Long time no see."

Ma Changchun was not surprised to see the flying hero, but instead breathed a sigh of relief: "Long time no see. But if you really treat me as a friend, at least after the news comes out, please contact me."

Zhao Yu walked up to him and stared at him: "The Redeemer will soon come to the Metropolis."

Ma Changchun nodded: "I have been following his news recently. This guy is obviously a lunatic. He aims for you. He seems to be very sure that you are still alive."

Zhao Yu said: "I promised someone else that the flying hero is dead."

"You promised me not to act without permission." Ma Changchun looked around and said, "Have you been injured better?"

"It's OK. But I don't know if I can defeat the Redeemer. I know too little about him. I need your help."

"No one knows him, he seems to suddenly appear from the underground." Ma Changchun said: "I have exchanged information with the police stations in several nearby provinces and agreed to jointly solve the case. Now people from various provinces are gathering here. They all know that there is the last fake flying man here."

"Are there any pictures of him?"

"Yes." Ma Changchun took out a rolled-up file bag from his arms and handed it to Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu took out a few pitiful information and a few photos from it.

In the photo, a person smiled strangely, and his eyes released a crazy light. His face was dark and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only see his fair chin and his creepy and shining pair of pupils.

Zhao Yu was speechless.

"Yes, he is imitating you, he is also a fake flying man." Ma Changchun said: "But he is even more crazy and uncontrollable. He stabbed your mask in his face like a tattoo. Now no one knows what he looks like, and no one knows his origin. He appeared the next day after the news of your death appeared. The only piece of his skin we can see is his chin."

"This person is too dangerous, you must kill him." Zhao Yu looked at Ma Changchun, and his eyes released anger and determination.

Ma Changchun scratched his head: "His criminal method is very strange. He almost never takes action himself. He has many followers around him, all of whom are crazy. This guy has gathered so many people with abnormal mental health, and is not afraid of death. Even when he is shot, he dies with satisfaction."

"I will kill him." Zhao Yu turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey!" Ma Changchun called Zhao Yu: "You were not like this before."

"How did I do before?"

"I don't know.... Before... at least I don't know when you left."

Zhao Yu looked at him and said seriously: "I can't fly anymore."

Zhao Yu raised his hand, and the six-stringed zither device on his arm popped out a string with a whizzing sound, shooting it to several floors high, then suddenly contracted, pulling Zhao Yu to the sky.

Ma Changchun raised his head and watched the guy wearing a black cloak disappear from the rooftop.

Ma Changchun nodded: "At least he even said hello when he left."

A high-end apartment building.

Wang Wei was wearing a nightgown and stood in front of his closet. The speaker was playing beyond heavy metal rock music. He was so excited with red wine that he was so excited. Several parts of his body were still wrapped in bandages.

He has long cheeks, beautiful eyebrows, fashionable hairstyle, and a hint of smugness and frivolity in his eyes.

Holding the red wine glass, he shouted to the music: "Facing with the black wall, it seems to turn everything into gray and turn everything into a nightmare! Stepping towards the black wall, it seems to blow everything up and not let me sigh in my heart..."

Before he finished singing the high notes, he suddenly felt a big hand grabbing his hair and pulling him backwards.

Wang Wei had just fallen to the ground, and before he could stand up, he felt his neck being pinched. Then a heavy knee hit his abdomen. He felt his wounds were cracking, and the snow-white bandage was instantly stained with blood.

Wang Wei knelt on the ground, coughing heavily, covering his stomach, and the pain pierced his heart made him unable to straighten his waist. He stretched out and felt his abdomen spasm.

The tall dark figure pressed the remote control and the music stopped.

Wang Wei smiled. When he saw the figure in an instant, he knew who the other party was. He was sure that the other party would never take his life. Not only did he not get angry, he was happy and very happy. What a great honor to be found by the flying hero!? This shows that he is watching himself and being watched by legends like the flying hero!

"Haha, "Black Wall", isn't it the music you like? How is my audio..."

The flying hero picked up Wang Wei and pushed him out. Wang Wei was thrown up, his feet off the ground, and he slammed the wall with a thump, then fell back to the ground.

"If you dare to pretend to be me, you will definitely die miserably."

"Haha." Wang Wei tried to get up with difficulty. Before he could squat up, the flying hero kicked him in the chest. Wang Wei leaned back and lay on the ground on his back.

This time he couldn't get up, so he simply lay on the ground, looked at the ceiling, and gasped, "What's the difference between me and you? We did the same thing, at best, just the same clothes as you, and you have no right to stop me from doing this!"

"The difference? There is a big difference."

A dark and cold figure appeared in Wang Wei's eyes. He looked down at him tall, mighty and majestic.

The flying hero stepped on Wang Wei's chest with one foot, and his tone was cold: "I will not be beaten by third-rate bandits, nor will I be wrapped in my arms by a cloak, nor will I be able to be pressed on the wall when facing the enemy."

Wang Wei smiled again: "You are so cool, you are my idol."

The flying hero leaned over and carried his collar, and the two looked at each other.

"Someone is chasing the fake flying man, the Redeemer, is it you?"

"Hey, I'm your admirer..."

"Is it!" The flying man pushed him against the wall with a heavy force.

Wang Wei's whole face was distorted and deformed in pain. It took several seconds to get angry: "No, I've heard of that kid and are also trying to deal with him."

"Your dad is not a policeman at all. He is an overseas investment consultant. Your mom is a famous barrister. You are a standard rich second generation. Why pretend to be a flying man?"

"I...you broke my wound." Wang Wei said with difficulty: "I am not an enemy, I am your friend."

"I don't have friends. Say! Why do you lie and why you pretend to be me!"

Wang Wei looked into the flying hero's eyes: "For justice."
Chapter completed!