Half an hour ago, in the bustling downtown area of Brooklyn.
A black sedan weaved wildly through traffic, causing chaos throughout the busy streets. Several police cars chased closely behind, their sirens blaring.
"To the fugitive ahead, pull over immediately! You have nowhere left to run!" shouted a police officer through a loudspeaker.
Inside the black sedan, a man in a plaid shirt gritted his teeth and slammed the accelerator, ignoring the repeated warnings. He tried to ram one of the police cars flanking him, but the attempt backfired. The collision sent his own vehicle spinning out of control. It overturned with a loud crash, finally skidding to a stop—completely immobile.
Immediately, four police cars surrounded the wreck. Within seconds, seven or eight officers leapt from their vehicles, guns drawn and pointed.
"Hands on your head! Kneel on the ground! Do it now, or we'll open fire!" they shouted, their voices tense.
But the man in the plaid shirt didn't respond. He rose slowly from the wreck, glaring at the police with bloodshot eyes.
"I just wanted to get some money to save my daughter!" he roared. "Why are you hunting me down? Why?! You've left me no choice!"
Without warning, he charged at the officers.
Panicking, the police pulled their triggers. Bullets tore through the air, riddling his body—only to bounce off harmlessly. Instead of blood, yellow sand exploded from the impact zones.
The officers froze in disbelief. Before they could react further, the man closed the distance and swung his massive, sand-encrusted fists. With brute force, he struck four of them down, rendering them unconscious in seconds.
The remaining officers, terrified, stumbled back in fear. Legs shaking, they grabbed their radios and called for backup.
"Headquarters, we need support! This guy—he's not human! He's a monster!"
Hearing their desperate cries, the man—now revealed to be Sandman—scowled. A sinister glint appeared in his eyes.
At once, sand from a hundred-meter radius surged toward him, forming a swirling vortex. His body absorbed it all, and as more sand poured in, he grew rapidly in size. Within seconds, he transformed into a towering five-meter-tall sand giant.
"I didn't want this... but you forced me. Now, you'll all pay!" Sandman roared.
With one massive swing, he sent the last three officers flying, knocking them out cold. Now that the interference was handled, Sandman morphed into a sandstorm, intending to escape.
But just as he began to disperse, a grenade suddenly arced through the air and landed inside the swirling sand.
BOOM!
The explosion shattered the sandstorm, forcing Sandman to reassemble into his physical form. He stumbled back, visibly shaken.
"Who's there?!" he growled, scanning the rooftops.
A figure stood atop a nearby building, dressed in a crimson suit with matching red leather pants. The masked vigilante looked down with a cold gaze.
Sandman's pupils narrowed. He instantly recognized him.
It was Daredevil—the infamous "Devil of Hell's Kitchen." His reputation preceded him. Recently, dozens of criminals had fallen at his hands. In the underground world, Daredevil had become a dreaded name.
To criminals, he was a nightmare. He was known to go to any lengths—fighting to the death if necessary. Once he targeted you, there was no escape.
"Will you surrender, or do I have to beat you until you can't stand?" Daredevil asked coldly.
Without waiting for a response, he swung his short baton, hooking it around a nearby streetlight and using the momentum to launch himself toward Sandman.
Infuriated by his opponent's arrogance, Sandman let out a roar and threw a punch at the airborne vigilante.
Daredevil easily dodged the blow. Using his acrobatics, he flipped through the air, combining his two batons into a long staff. He brought it down hard on Sandman's face mid-flight.
The impact left a deep dent in Sandman's head, scattering yellow sand everywhere.
But to Daredevil's surprise, Sandman didn't even flinch. The blow, which would have incapacitated an ordinary man, had almost no effect.
Without hesitation, Sandman retaliated with a sudden, powerful punch. Daredevil raised his staff in defense, but the force behind the massive fist was too much.
The staff cracked, and Daredevil was sent flying backward, crashing onto the pavement.
Seeing his foe down, Sandman charged forward, dragging his heavy frame with terrifying momentum. He raised one massive foot, aiming to crush Daredevil beneath it.
But Daredevil rolled aside just in time, narrowly avoiding the devastating stomp.
Before Sandman could land a second attack, gunshots rang out.
Bullets struck Sandman's head, interrupting his rhythm. Although physical attacks did little to harm him, the surprise momentarily threw him off balance.
"Oh my God—what the hell is that thing?!"
"Freeze! Hands where I can see them!"
Chief George had arrived with a new wave of police officers. They had seen the carnage and were now staring at the monstrous figure in horror.
Suppressing their fear, they opened fire, hoping to at least buy some time.
Sandman, growing more enraged by the second, turned his attention to the new threat. With a furious growl, he charged straight toward Chief George.
He raised his gigantic fist and brought it down with thunderous force.
Chief George froze. His instincts screamed at him to move, but his body simply couldn't react fast enough. He braced for death.
But just before the fist landed, a shadowy blur knocked him out of harm's way.
Sandman's punch smashed into the ground, cracking the concrete.
Chief George looked up, shocked. "What... who—?"
Another figure had joined the scene. Fast, agile, and shrouded in black.
To be continued...
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