The development of events was exactly as Kevin expected.
The video of Allen calling all the way from school to the police station was posted online and immediately caused a sensation.
Overnight, the entire network received over 100 million clicks and tens of thousands of related discussion topics!
Initially, the hot topic of discussion was the authenticity of the video.
Most netizens believe that the content of the video is not credible.
The various exaggerated fighting scenes, especially the scene of destroying the police station building, must be movie special effects.
However, this topic soon lost its value for discussion in an unexpected way.
Just as the data was rising wildly, major video websites seemed to have received hints from relevant departments and deleted the video one after another.
When the video existed, people were happy to discuss its authenticity.
And when the video was deleted from the entire Internet, people had reason to believe that the content might be true!
Countless netizens had already backed up the video in advance and re-released it with a new look.
No matter how fast a website is deleted, it will not spread as fast as a virus.
The more they delete videos and try to stop their spread, the more it arouses people's curiosity. They want to see how explosive this video is to cause a ban on the entire Internet.
What is even more puzzling is which person or organization, and for what purpose, tried to prevent the spread of this video?
Various conspiracy theories were brewed from this and quickly spread across the Internet along with the video.
Kevin was very excited about the video's popularity.
Before daybreak, I called Alan.
I asked him anxiously, "If a reporter comes to my house, can I accept the interview?"
"You shot the video and uploaded it. It's up to you whether you want to be interviewed or not. I don't care."
Alan said to Kevin.
After hanging up the phone, I slept until dawn, and was woken up by the noise coming from outside the window.
Old man Morgan went to the library early in the morning and left breakfast for Alan.
Alan took a hot dog and milk and ate while watching the fun at the door.
A group of men and women in uniform were marching in the streets, holding signs and shouting slogans.
Alan watched for a while before he realized that the Concord Police Union was on strike.
"Hey! Good morning, bro!"
Kevin came running across the street.
The pullover hoodie and sunglasses make him look mysterious.
Behind him, there was a strange girl following.
"Why are you dressed like this?" Alan asked Kevin.
"I'm afraid of being recognized and beaten." Kevin said with a wry smile.
Without waiting for Alan to ask, he rushed to introduce him to the girl with long legs and thin waist.
"This is Miss April, a reporter from the TV station, and she's here to interview you."
The reporter was slim, with short brown hair, jeans, a beige short jacket, and white wedge-heeled boots.
She is not a great beauty, but she gives people the impression of being smart, capable and full of energy.
Alan handed Kevin the hot dog wrapper and the empty milk carton and held out his hand to the female reporter.
"Hello, April."
"Good morning, Alan!"
The reporter's smile was a little forced.
"Alan, you should know why the police in Kang Town went on strike collectively."
"I really don't know." Alan shrugged and spread his hands. "Maybe they feel that they have been treated unfairly?"
"Don't play dumb! The live video of you committing a crime in the police station yesterday has spread all over the Internet."
April said unhappily.
"You have become famous, but the police officers you beat don't want to be your stepping stone to fame, and are protesting and demanding severe punishment for you!"
"April, this is hilarious isn't it?"
Alan couldn't help laughing.
"Who should punish me according to the law?"
"police."
"So what are the police doing?"
"There's a strike..."
As soon as the words came out, April couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, let's change the subject, Alan, why did you beat up the police officer and vandalize the police building?"
“Frankly speaking, there are two reasons.”
Alan held up two fingers, looking serious.
"First of all, I was treated unfairly by the Cong police."
"Secondly, I have the ability to enforce justice in the way I believe is right."
"Well said! But have you considered the consequences?"
April's face was grim.
"Because of your brutality, the police in the whole town went on strike. The criminals in the town really want to thank you!"
"Criminals?" Allen shook his head slightly. "As a law-abiding citizen, I hate criminals. Maybe I should do something to make those scum behave themselves."
April's eyes lit up, smelling big news.
"Alan, tell me what you are going to do."
"My idea is very simple. If anyone dares to cause trouble in the town, I will arrest him and beat him to death. Then I will hang his body on the street lamp for public display. This will definitely have a deterrent effect."
"Alan, you have got to be kidding me."
April's face stiffened.
"No, my dear reporter, I am serious."
Alan gave her a meaningful smile, turned and walked across the street.
April shuddered violently, and dense beads of cold sweat broke out on her back.
"April, hurry up, there's going to be something exciting next!"
Kevin urged.
The reporter hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to chase Alan side by side with Kevin.
The police station building was razed to the ground and the police station moved to a temporary office location.
Alan kicked the door open and broke into the director's office.
I pinched the director's neck, had a cordial and friendly negotiation with him, and got his authorization.
During the police union strike, Allen will assist the police in maintaining law and order in Cong as a volunteer policeman.
After changing into a uniform, Alan came to the parking lot.
"Kevin, can you drive?"
"Yes, I will, but I don't have a driver's license. Is that okay?"
Kevin tried to get into the driver's seat of the police car, but was pulled out by Alan.
"How dare you drive a police car without a license? You think I, the vigilante, don't exist!"
"Let me do it." April sat in the driver's seat, "Mr. Vigilante, I'll be your personal driver."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Alan sat in the passenger seat and turned on the police radio.
The public security situation in Kang Town has always been good.
However, no matter how good the public security is, there will always be a few gutter rats.
Especially when the news of the police union's strike spread, the town's ruffians and thieves took the opportunity to become active and actively engaged in the lucrative "zero-dollar purchase" business.
The police car had been driving around the streets for less than an hour when it received several calls for help.
Alan didn't even need to get out of the car, he just opened the over-limit area.
Kang Zhen’s commercial area is not large.
The area radius is sufficient to cover.
Every street and alley is under domain surveillance.
Just as the robber was about to leave the crime scene, he was locked onto by Allen's mind, which activated the Taotie origin and absorbed its essence.
The bandit, who was wearing a hood with only his eyes exposed and was running wildly, suddenly collapsed on the street, staggering as if his muscles were pulled out.
Similar scenes occurred at different crime scenes, attracting countless passers-by to watch and marvel at them.
It's time to go out and show off your reputation.
Alan motioned for April to stop the car, tightened his belt, put his hands on his hips, and swaggered onto the street.
The half-dead bandits were all stripped naked, tied up, and hung upside down on street lamps, like a group of swaying chickens in the wind.
This treatment was certainly against the law, but he didn't care.
As long as you feel good, that's all.
April took the camera from Kevin and recorded the whole process of Alan playing the role of vigilante and ravaging criminals in the town.
The most newsworthy part happened in the evening of the next day.
A robber attempted to rob the town's bank at gunpoint.
When they heard the sirens, they took bank employees hostage.
Alan got out of the police car and walked straight towards the robber.
The robber was hysterical, yelling and threatening Allen, "If you come any closer, I will shoot the hostage in the head."
Alan ignored him and didn't slow down at all.
At the same time, drive the Taotie black ball to stimulate the origin of annihilation.
The desperate robber finally pulled the trigger.
Little did he know that the firing pin had been decomposed into its original substance.
The gunshot did not sound as expected, and the robber was stunned on the spot.
In full view of everyone, Allen walked up to the robber and raised his right hand.
puff!
The index finger suddenly pierced into his forehead.
"You are already dead."
The next second, the robber's head wrapped in a black hood exploded!
The broken head looked like a watermelon smashed by a stick.
This bloody scene spread all over the Internet that night.
April called Allen "the Batman of Conn." during the live broadcast.
Netizens’ reactions were polarized.
Some people support Allen in fighting violence with violence.
Some people criticized him for using excessive violence and cruel methods.
"More like Homelander than Batman."
…
Allen's career as a vigilante in Cong lasted only three days.
The police chief and union representatives came to his house and asked him to give up the part-time job.
In return, the union agreed to end the strike.
The police officers returned to their posts and performed their duties of maintaining public order in Kang Town in a less crude and brutal manner.
April's report triggered a heated public response.
Early Friday morning, the reporter came to Allen excitedly and said that her immediate boss, media tycoon Jonah James, was very optimistic about Allen's potential and invited him to have lunch to discuss in-depth cooperation.
The meal was quite enjoyable.
As a self-media person, Allen sold the exclusive broadcasting rights of his video works to Mr. James' online media group for an astronomical price.
Allen also helped his good friend Kevin and signed a well-paid contract, with his main job being to be his assistant.
April also received a promotion and a pay raise, joining Alan and Kevin's live broadcast team.
After discussing business, April drove Alan home.
As soon as I reached the door, I realized something was wrong.
There was a shadow moving around in the window, looking furtive.
Alan left April and Kevin in the car and got out alone.
As soon as I crossed the lawn, the first-floor window suddenly opened!
Two pitch-black gun barrels stretched out, with flames spurting out of the muzzles.
Ta-da!
The sound of semi-automatic rifle fire is thrilling
Alan sneered and opened his Taotie field.
Since integrating the divinity of the ancestor Leviathan, the ability of the Taotie domain to decompose matter has been greatly enhanced.
The oncoming rifle bullets entered the radiation range of the field and decomposed into raw dust in an instant.
Alan exerted force on his feet and rushed to the window.
Swish!
The afterimage was still there, and the two gunmen had been pulled out of the window and thrown onto the lawn.
After some interrogation, Alan learned that the two thugs were from Dongyang Street in the city and were members of the "Orochi Society".
The "Big Snake Gang" on Dongyang Street is a gang as famous as the Hong Gang.
It is said that this organization is a subsidiary of the "Volcano Cult" and is specifically responsible for doing dirty work.
The reason why the Orochi Society came after Allen was because of Bruce.
Bruce is not only a member of the Orochi Society, but also a formal follower of the Volcano Cult, and is highly regarded by the church's top brass.
Bruce was beaten into a vegetable by Allen, and the news spread back, angering Francis Yamamoto, the president of the Orochi Society.
This person is a high-ranking priest in the Volcano Esoteric Cult, known as the "Great Snake Sage."
Bruce is one of his disciples.
Originally, Orochi was planning to send someone to kill Alan immediately.
Later we learned that this young man was no ordinary person. He was able to call the shots in Kang Town and do whatever he wanted. Even the police did not dare to provoke him.
President Yamamoto suspects that Allen may have extraordinary powers similar to his!
So they sent four gunmen to kidnap old Morgan while Allen was not at home.
Two gunmen were responsible for escorting old Morgan back.
Leave two gunmen behind to ambush Allen secretly.
If we could shoot him dead, that would be enough.
If the assassination fails, send a message to Allen.
Ask him to come into the city and meet at Warehouse No. 7 at the dock.
If Chairman Yamamoto fails to meet Allen at the agreed place before dawn, old Morgan will be stuffed into a cement barrel and sunk in Long Island Sound.
…
Under the blue moonlight.
A fiery red Ford Raptor speeds down the interstate.
April was driving, and Kevin was sitting next to her, checking the camera equipment.
Neither of them was in the mood to chat, and their faces were filled with nervousness.
Alan sat in the back seat, absentmindedly playing with his phone.
When approaching the dock, Taotie Domain captured a suspicious target.
There were hundreds of fully armed gunmen hiding in the container.
Alan sneered silently.
Activate the Taotie origin and extract the gunman's life essence.
When the car entered the dock, the gunmen who were lying in ambush had quietly turned into mummies.
After the car stopped, Alan told April and Kevin to stay in the car for safety.
Alan got out of the car alone, put on his headphones and turned on the music player on his phone.
Switch the song to "Bohemian Rhapsody" and walk straight to Warehouse No. 7 to the beat of the music.
The warehouse door suddenly opened.
Opposite, a group of thugs in suits and sunglasses stood side by side.
They all held submachine guns and fired wildly at Allen!
The bullet whizzed out of the gun and was within the radiation range of the Taotie field. It decomposed into metal dust within less than a meter of flight.
Behind the gunmen stood four masked men in red robes.
Seeing Alan walking calmly in the hail of bullets, unharmed, he quickly raised his hand and recited the spell.
The blazing magic power gathered in the hands of these four acolytes of the Volcano Cult.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a fireball as big as a washbasin, flew out of his hand, and hit Alan with a whistling sound.
Alan casually pushed his palm forward.
The shock wave roared! !
Four fireballs were blown back and exploded one after another!
The gunmen in front of the warehouse door were all blown to pieces.
The four red-robed monks also reaped the fruits of their own actions. They were blown to the ground by the blast of air caused by the explosion of the fireball, looking very embarrassed.
Alan took another step forward, his eyes hardening.
The gunman and the acolyte had blood gushing out of their nostrils, ears, and wounds on their bodies.
A red-robed acolyte, his hands trembling, pressed tightly against his chest that was gushing with blood.
But it was useless.
The high-pressure blood flow tore through his palm and continued to rush outward.
All this blood formed streams in the air and poured into the Taotie black ball.
In the blink of an eye, all the assassins lying in ambush inside and outside the warehouse were killed by Allen.
At this time, Alan's footsteps had already stepped over the threshold of the warehouse.
Deep in the dim warehouse, a figure can be vaguely seen.
A bald man in a kimono with a samurai sword hanging from his waist.
Sit on the ground with your back to the door.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he stood up and took off his shirt.
The naked back reveals brightly colored tattoos.
It was like a giant fiery snake wrapped around him.
Alan could guess it without asking.
The bald tattooed man is the leader of the Orochi Society and also a high-ranking priest of the Volcano Cult, Francis Yamamoto!
President Yamamoto turned around and slowly drew his samurai sword.
Swish!
The blade light turned into an arc of flame and slashed towards Allen through the air!
Bang!
Alan remained calm and punched forward.
The fist force collided with the flaming sword energy, triggering a violent airflow.
The warehouse door was pushed shut with a bang by the air pressure.
In the parking lot , Kevin and April were using a telephoto lens to film the fight between Alan and the members of the Orochi Society.
The warehouse door was accidentally closed, so Alan could not capture the scene of the final battle between him and President Orochi. The two looked at each other with anxiety in their eyes.
April was unwilling to miss this most exciting scene, so she hardened her heart and jumped out of the car door carrying the camera.
Kevin quickly chased after her and shouted to her, "I'll go open the door!"
There was a sound of fierce fighting coming from the closed warehouse.
Kevin and April approached cautiously, and were thinking about how to open the door when suddenly a rumble like thunder was heard in the warehouse.
The two were caught off guard, their ears were buzzing, and they could barely hold the camera equipment in their hands.
Before I could come to my senses, the roof of the warehouse suddenly exploded!
A giant fiery red python poked its head out from the hole in the roof, raised its head towards the night sky, and spewed out a column of blazing fire!
April and Kevin were so frightened by the horrific yet spectacular scene that their legs were shaking.
Fortunately, I instinctively raised my camera and mobile phone to record the scene.
The red python shook its head and roared, seeming to be in great pain.
Large pieces of the snake's scales fell off, its body was covered in blood, and it was seriously injured.
It tried to escape from the warehouse by drilling through the hole in the roof.
However, the tail seemed to be pulled by some irresistible force, and was eventually forcibly pulled down.
With a heart full of reluctance, the giant red snake finally spewed out a stream of bloody flames, and the sound of its struggling and roaring gradually became weaker.
Until silence returns.
BANG!!
The iron door of the warehouse suddenly exploded outwards.
The young man wearing a white hoodie and headphones kicked the iron door and walked out of the warehouse.
Alan was spotless from head to toe.
With his right hand he supported the frail old man Morgan, and with his left hand he dragged a dying red snake.
April and Kevin breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and rushed over.
Alan left old man Morgan in the care of April and let Kevin continue filming.
The dying Francis Yamamoto, unable to maintain his ancestral form, twisted and twitched in front of the camera.
Soon it transformed from a red python spewing flames into a human with a bruised face and nose.
The naked body was covered in blood.
Alan grabbed his neck, lifted him up with one hand, and stuffed an empty gasoline barrel into his pocket.
There is a ready-made concrete mixer on the dock, running rumblingly.
Alan operated the mixer and poured cement into the gasoline barrel.
President Yamamoto groaned and struggled in the bucket, and in the end only his head was left protruding from the cement slurry, his eyes full of fear and despair.
Cement takes some time to set.
During this period, Alan, with the assistance of Kevin and April, filmed a short video in which he challenged the saints of the Volcano Cult in his native language.
"The head of the Volcano Esoteric Cult, Ashura Yoko, right?"
"You may be a big shot in Kyoto, but you are nothing in my territory!"
"If you dare to come to Kang Town and try, you will definitely suffer the consequences!"
Giving the camera a fierce middle finger, Alan picked up the oil barrel with one hand and threw it out.
The oil drum was captured by the camera and flew hundreds of feet high.
It drew an arc in the night sky, and finally sank into the bay with a plop, along with Yamamoto, who was solidified in cement.