I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 197 Let's Fight, Let My Dad Go

Bottom nest core area.

Mario Hughes and his team, who were inspecting the mutual aid association's store, were surrounded by a large group of heavily armed gang members who suddenly broke in.

The mutual aid association's territory was surrounded by thousands of armed militants with live ammunition.

Eighteen prominent gang leaders of Dichao, accompanied by their elite bodyguards, walked into the shop together.

Mario Hughes looked at the gang leaders and asked gloomily, "What? Do you want to go to war with the Mutual Aid Association?"

Even though we were outnumbered and the other side had more people and more power, Mario Hughes did not show the slightest fear. Instead, he stared at the gang leaders with murderous eyes.

"Mario Hughes."

Standing in the front of the gang leader was a fat and strong guy with both hands replaced with robotic arms. He had a face full of flesh and looked ferocious, like a butcher from a slaughterhouse.

His name is O'Neal Shaq, and he is the boss of the Iron Hand Gang, a long-established force in the Bottom Nest. It seems that he is the leader of this siege.

He walked up to Mario, looked down at him and said, "No one can eat alone in the Bottom Nest. Your Mutual Aid Association has dug up treasures that can produce food, but you want to monopolize them. Don't you think highly of the rest of us?"

"What treasure?" Mario frowned.

"Stop playing dumb!" O'Neill said viciously, "We've already checked and found that the bottom nest has no income. Your mutual aid association sells so much food every day, and there are many fresh goods that are not available on the market. You must have dug up ancient relics!"

Mario suddenly realized.

It turned out that these gangs thought that the Mutual Aid Association had poached STC, and they came to steal the technology out of jealousy.

Although they guessed wrong, the Mutual Aid Association did have new breeding and planting techniques. This matter could not be explained clearly.

Mario said with a straight face: "Why should I give you something I worked so hard to dig up?"

O'Neal sneered, "Mario, it seems you don't understand the situation."

O'Neal waved his hand, and the gang thugs immediately came in carrying dozens of children. Seeing this, Mario immediately said angrily: "O'Neal! If you have the guts, let's fight one-on-one. What kind of hero is it to use children as a shield!"

"Oh, that's what you said? Fine. Let's follow the rules of the martial arts world. The winner will be decided by a one-on-one duel. The loser will have to admit defeat."

Seeing that his subordinates and even himself had been captured by the enemy, Mario gritted his teeth and said, "I challenge you to a duel and we'll decide the winner in one round!"

Mario knew that the people in the mutual aid society were not good at fighting, and he was already the strongest, so he simply tried to gain as much advantage as possible for himself.

"That's great! Uncle Shak will let you know today how the Iron Hand Gang got its fame!"

The leader of another gang nearby couldn't help but question: "O'Neill, this is not a good idea, right? What if you..."

"Bullshit! How could I lose? Are you questioning my ability?" O'Neal turned his head and glared at the man fiercely, and the other party immediately stopped talking.

With a cold snort, O'Neal asked everyone to clear a ring-sized space in the store, rubbing his hands and saying, "Old Ma, don't say that Uncle Shaq didn't give you a chance. It's not too late for you to admit defeat now. Otherwise, don't blame me for being blind later."

Mario took off his coat, and the vest was tightly tied around his bulging muscles. He held a combat knife in his hand, without any armor, and said indifferently: "Don't talk nonsense, just come at me."

Seeing Mario's serious look, O'Neal didn't dare to agree. He bumped his fists together. A pair of boxing gloves was his best weapon.

The gang leaders gathered around and watched the fight between the two with great interest.

——It is said that Mario was originally from the Celestial Army, but few people have seen him fight, and most of those who have fought with him have died. Today we can see what this man is capable of.

O'Neal doesn't need to be mentioned. He has been fighting since he was a child, relying on fierce fighting to fight his way from an ordinary gang member to the position of gang boss. His strength is naturally strong.

"ready, go!"

At the referee's command, the two began to move around and confront each other, with murderous intent surging in the air. The people around them who were not brave enough could not help but retreat a little in fear.

Suddenly, Mario jumped up like a tiger and pounced on his opponent.

O'Neal took a defensive stance, parrying with one iron hand and preparing with the other to counterattack.

Unexpectedly, Mario just feinted and dodged behind O'Neal, and the frontal attack instantly turned into a backstab.

【cunning!】

O'Neill swung his backhand, and the iron wall swept across, forcing Mario to dodge. Then he took a step forward and punched out with his other hand, but Mario's soul dodged sideways.

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

The big guy roared continuously, and his pair of mechanical arms launched continuous fierce attacks. With huge force, each punch was enough to smash a person to pieces.

Mario switched from offense to defense, constantly moving and dodging on the narrow stage, and seemed to be at a disadvantage.

But the gang leaders watching knew that O'Neal was in trouble. Mario's close combat ability was obviously not ordinary. His speed, reaction and flexibility were overwhelming, and O'Neal could not take advantage at all.

When O'Neal's strength decreases, it's time for Mario to counterattack.

A gang leader winked at his lackey, who nodded, took out a dagger, and mercilessly stabbed the child he was holding hostage in the thigh.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching, childish scream suddenly rang out at the scene.

Mario was startled and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound - the despicable interference tactic worked.

O'Neal seized the opportunity and threw a powerful punch, hitting Mario hard in the chest.

The latter immediately flew backwards several meters and fell to the ground.

"Suffer to death!"

O'Neal rushed up like a tank, roared, and stomped down heavily.

Mario rolled over in pain to avoid the attack, then quickly stood up and avoided O'Neal's pursuit.

While dodging, blood kept flowing out of his mouth and nose. His movements were severely affected and he was no longer as flexible as before. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

He was unable to dodge and was hit hard on the head by O'Neal. He fell to the ground with blood all over his face.

"leader!"

"Father!"

The children from the mutual aid society screamed in grief and tears, and tried to rush out but were knocked to the ground by the gang thugs nearby.

O'Neal grabbed Mario by the collar, lifted him up, and grinned, "Old Mario, it looks like Shaq won this fight."

"mean……"

Mario, who was seriously injured and powerless, spat a mouthful of blood foam at the other party, and tried to open his blood-soaked eyes wide and stared at the other party angrily.

In response, O'Neal just sneered, "Being mean is also a part of strength. Old Ma, have you been playing house with the brat for too long? You even forgot the rules of the Bottom Nest. How can you survive in the Bottom Nest without being mean?"

"Guiguai, hand over the ancient relic and I can spare the lives of your children!"

The outcome was decided, all members of the mutual aid society, big and small, had become captives, and O'Neill threatened with confidence of victory.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside, screams and gunshots.

O'Neill and other gang bosses' faces suddenly changed: Could it be that reinforcements from the Mutual Aid Association have arrived?

They knew that the Liberator Brotherhood had a close relationship with the Mutual Aid Society, and that the mad bull Gurge was a tough guy.

The sound came quickly from far away.

boom!

The thick concrete wall of the shop was violently knocked open, and an armored giant that had not yet been painted and retained its original steel color rushed in.

"Let go of my father!"

With a roar, the armored giant, who was taller than the Angel of Judgment (Space Marine), violently pushed aside the people who were trying to stop him.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Olney and lifted the 300-pound guy into the air with one hand.