Chapter 5: Girls

National City, morning.

The scorching sun hung over the city, and the golden sun stabbed people with pain. The asphalt pavement made a slight "sizzling" sound in the sun, and it sounded like a burning iron plate.

The black truck dragged the long carriage to the front door of the bank, and several people jumped down from the back door of the carriage. They wore masks with funny animal heads, dressed in shabby costumes that were not much better than homeless men, and rushed into the bank's gate with all kinds of guns in a murderous manner.

The gangster wearing the pink piglet mask swept the surveillance camera at the entrance with a bullet. The guy wearing the zebra mask grabbed the center of the hall and swept out a circle of arc-shaped bullet holes against the ceiling. Crazy voice shouted: "Everyone! Lie on the ground and don't move!"

The people in the hall were panicked for a while, but soon followed quietly under the threat of gunfire. A brave guard subconsciously touched his gun belt, and was swept to the ground by a shuttle bullet by a gangster wearing a piggy mask, and he swallowed in his own blood for a moment.

The hostages were so frightened that they did not dare to come out. The two gangsters threw the wide coarse sack in front of the teller behind the counter and ordered them to stuff as many banknotes as they could. The other two gangsters patrolled the hostages with guns to make sure that no one was doing anything unusual. Finally, one person stayed at the gate of the bank to guard his accomplices.

It will take three minutes for the police in National City to get to the scene at the earliest, enough time for them to get enough banknotes and get away.

Curty Hawkins, just twenty-five years old this year, is a newly recruited police officer at the Nacino Police Station. Like many young people his age, he wears a police badge with passion and ambition. At this moment, he was unlucky enough to be caught up in the hostages being held. He calmly lay down on the floor of the hall and watched the movement, like a dormant hound waiting for the opportunity to take action.

The gangster wearing the zebra mask was yelling dissatisfiedly at a cashier who was frightened with weak hands and feet, and briefly attracted the attention of the two gangsters on tour. He soon realized that it might be him. Only chance. Curty silently reached for the pistol under his coat.

But maybe today is not his lucky day. The gangster wearing the rabbit mask suddenly turned his head and noticed his little movement. The gangster's black muzzle turned around and shouted, "What are you doing? Don't move!"

Everyone's attention was drawn, and Curty had no choice but to stop the action in his hand.

While continuing to point the gun at him, the gangster leaned down cautiously, took out the gun and police badge from his arms, kicked Curty angrily on the face, and shouted: "Here is a hell note. !"

"Hey, calm down." his comrade persuaded, "Don't cause any more trouble, we move quickly to get the money, and then..."

Obviously, the gangster in the rabbit mask was not very mild-tempered. His accomplice had only spoken half of his words, and he had already pulled the trigger without hesitation. The muzzle of the rifle expelled a dazzling fire, and three bullets rushed out of the flame almost indiscriminately, and went straight towards the back of the young policeman.

The shooting at such a distance is almost equivalent to the sentence of death, unless a miracle comes.

Then a miracle really happened. With a red and blue afterimage, she hit the ceiling of the hall like a cannonball, and descended gorgeously faster than the bullet. The curvaceous shadow fell between the young policeman and the flying bullet with a forceful cyclone, using her chest to block the way of three deadly projectiles.

It was a blond girl with white skin and delicate features that made people feel uncontrollably pity. Her upper body was wrapped in a blue tights, her slender legs were wrapped in red boots over the knees, and the red cloak lifted up by the wind pressure brought by the speeding landing flew like a battle flag, highlighting the brazen and heroic posture.

And the most eye-catching is the "s" mark she printed on her chest. Once upon a time, this logo had extraordinary meanings on the entire earth.

The atmosphere in the bank lobby suddenly fell into a weird freeze, and everyone held their breath for the girl's sudden arrival. The bunny-masked gangster flashed a stern look in his eyes, as if determined to fight hard. He yelled and pulled the trigger again, the rifle roared and spit out a long series of tongues of fire, and the rain-like bullets "cracked" on the girl, leaving only a little spark and splashing around. , Part of it splashed beside the hostage lying on the ground, and everyone screamed.

Supergirl, who is also a Kryptonian like Superman, has unreliable gossip that she is Superman's sister. She was active in National City of Superhero six years ago. Her status in National City is the same as that of the Metropolitan Superman, and she was a frequent visitor to the headlines of major newspapers in National City. But like other superheroes, she has rarely appeared in public since the end of the crisis six years ago, and she has never appeared in the media. Although there are rumors that she is still watching the city in the dark, most people feel that this is just a rumor.

The super girl shook her body, as fast as a ghost, and instantly flashed in front of the gangster. She blocked the muzzle with her body and squeezed the barrel into shape. The rifle exploded in a harsh scream, and the gangster in the rabbit mask fell on his back with a scream, his hands stained blood red.

In an instant, the other gangsters stopped their movements and completely gave up the idea of ​​resisting or even fleeing. The zebra-masked gangster who was angry at the teller just now stunned and said: "Super...super girl? I thought...I thought you no longer exist."

No wonder he thinks so, most people think so. For six years, she has not appeared on any newspapers, media, or formal websites with greater influence, and only occasionally appears on some non-governmental forums or small websites whose sources cannot be verified. This is really unreasonable. It is generally believed that the age of heroes has passed, and that superheroes have become history since the end of the war.

The super girl looked directly into his eyes, and faintly replied, "I'm real when I need it."