Superman’s Saiyan little brother

The imitator mentioned by the target was none other than Robert, who had been forced to wear this hideous outfit and had traveled thousands of miles to New York, a strange realm, to eliminate future troubles.

Robert had originally arrived in anger, as he was forced to wear such ugly clothes, naturally feeling very displeased. Even after Robert had just killed the target's underlings sent to Smallville Town and dealt with the rest of the gang, his displeasure did not subside.

"Imitate you? Hmm? Interesting!" However, when Robert saw several darts flying towards him, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, because the lethality of these darts seemed to be stronger than bullets. This meant that the target's strength was even greater than the Brotherhood's!

But, no matter how powerful a weapon is, it's useless if it doesn't hit its target. The target had the ability to throw with extreme accuracy, but that was only if he could lock onto the enemy's position...

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Several darts passed through Robert's eyes, throat, heart, and other parts, piercing through his body and the wall behind him. However, a serious look flashed in the target's eyes, as years of experience told him he had not hit his opponent, especially as Robert's body gradually faded away!

Almost subconsciously, the target's mouth moved slightly, his fingers flipping continuously, various hidden weapons flew out from his fingertips, creating a torrent of hidden weapons in front of him. The target predicted that Robert, after disappearing, would surely launch an attack on him!

These were the hidden weapons that the target had just created to deal with Kingpin. Although he was not satisfied with these weapons before, facing the mysterious Robert's attack, he could only counterattack with these weapons...

In the target's view, throwing so many hidden weapons at once, even Kingpin would have to avoid their edge, let alone resist them!

However, what the target did not expect was that his hidden weapons did indeed force Robert to temporarily avoid the edge, but the problem was, Robert had no intention of appearing in front of the target to attack. He had already arrived behind the target and swung his fist at him!

With a "whoosh," a powerful gust of wind shocked the target's heart. His superhuman reaction speed and agility allowed him to turn around in the nick of time, his mouth already prepared with several darts shooting out, his arms blocking in front of his chest.

The target's performance at this moment was much stronger than the Brotherhood's assassins, even surpassing the Brotherhood's top assassins Carlos, Fox, and even the leader. The Brotherhood only touched the boundary of the extraordinary, while the target was truly standing in the extraordinary domain.

But unfortunately, the target still underestimated Robert's strength and reaction speed!

Seeing the darts spit out by the target, Robert showed a hint of disdain. Using the force of his swinging right fist, he twisted his body and ducked, completing a flip in an instant. Not only did he avoid the darts coated with the target's saliva, but he also kicked back with his left leg, hitting the target's arm.

With a "bang," the target flew out, his arm mangled. Despite the intense pain flooding his brain, he found himself unable to control his arm.

"No! Impossible!" The target, lying on the ground in a sorry state, shouted at Robert in panic, "With such strength, you can't be Kingpin's underling! Who are you?!"

As a notorious figure in the underworld, the target had seen many superhumans, but even Kingpin, who could solve ten top fighters in twenty seconds, couldn't be this strong!

"When did I say I was Kingpin's underling?" Robert shrugged, slowly walking towards the target. He didn't immediately end the target's life because Robert wanted to get information about Kingpin and the talisman from him.

"Spit!" As Robert approached, the target frantically calculated Robert's previously shown reaction speed. When Robert was less than half a meter away, the target spit out another hidden weapon.

This hidden weapon was different from the previous ones. The previous ones had a metallic silver luster, but this one was pitch black, almost invisible in the night. This was the target's last resort!

"Chit!" Robert, who disdained such a person who liked to spit at others, condensed an energy ball in his fingers, directly knocking away the hidden weapon and piercing through the target's body, then casually released two more energy balls to break the target's legs.

"Ugh!" The target cried out in pain but quickly suppressed the sound, not letting himself make any noise.

"Forget it, your moves are too disgusting. It's better to be safe..." Robert looked at the target lying on the ground like a dead fish and shook his head, then condensed a small energy ball and threw it into the target's mouth, directly preventing the target from spitting out strange things again, and also prepared to end the target's life later.

In the next moment, Robert pressed the target's head, but soon reluctantly withdrew his hand. The target's most important memories were of Kingpin persuading him to turn to goodness, his resistance and being thrown out, and the target contacting the Brotherhood to assassinate Kingpin.

Robert did not find specific clues about the talisman from these memories, but fortunately, he found the location of Kingpin's building and decided to check it out himself...

"Hmm?" However, just as Robert was about to deal with the target, he suddenly felt a powerful aura approaching.

A towering figure over two meters tall stopped outside the target's gang, his nose twitching, a fierce face showing a mix of compassion and sorrow, quickening his pace towards the gang, lamenting, "Amitabha, what a sin!"

"Hmm? Is this, Kingpin? Is he really a monk?" As the aura approached, Robert quickly saw the large figure, and recognizing Kingpin's identity, Robert's mouth twitched slightly due to the stark contrast between Kingpin's appearance and identity.

"Whimper!" Kingpin's arrival also caught the target's attention, his throat making sounds because Robert had placed an energy ball in his mouth, otherwise he would definitely have sought Kingpin's help.

After all, Kingpin had previously only wanted him to turn to goodness and become a monk, whereas Robert was about to kill him. The target did not want to die. If Kingpin could save him from Robert, even pretending to be a monk under Kingpin's command and feigning to do good deeds for a while, what would it matter?