Beep beep beep!

The red and blue flashing police lights were blinding, accompanied by the sharp sound of the police sirens, a large number of heavily armed riot police arrived at the scene in less than two minutes, three blocks away.

"Hurry, guys, that guy is up there. He knocked down the others and took Mr. Glenmorgan hostage."@@novelbin@@

"He didn't leave immediately. Is he waiting for us on purpose? Is he trying to provoke the police?"

The leading police chief led a group of SWAT team members to rush upstairs, his face extremely grim.

"Guys, be careful. The person being held hostage upstairs is none other than Mr. Metropolis. We must be cautious, as he could easily turn the tables on all of us with just a word."

As they reached the floor where the incident occurred, several gangsters were sprawled on the ground in disarray, some thrown out of the room as if crashing through a broken door, and others locked together with a broken window railing, looking both disheveled and ridiculous.

"Help, that guy is in there!"

One of the gangsters, as if seeing a lifeline, pointed shakily towards the inner room.

Seeing the scene of violent destruction, the police chief's face turned ugly. He waved his hand to signal tactical movements, and his team members quietly approached from both sides of the door.

"He jumped to the twenty-ninth floor, faster than the wind, tossing us around at will. He even shot lasers from his eyes!"

Upon seeing the police, whom they usually avoided at all costs, someone was so frightened that they couldn't help but shout in panic.

"Be careful, what we're facing this time is unprecedented!"

With that, the police chief, leading the way, rushed into the house with a gun, followed closely by the team members on both sides, their faces solemn and their hands holding submachine guns, demonstrating their well-trained tactical skills.

"Don't move!"

"Release the hostage and surrender immediately!"

"Step away from where you're standing."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The slightly chilly night wind blew in through the windows, causing the curtains on both sides to flutter.

A young man in a blue T-shirt stood steadily on the balcony railing of the high-rise building, effortlessly lifting a terrified man with one hand, as if he were lifting a weightless feather.

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