DC: I, Kamen Rider, am not a sorcerer

Chapter 6 If you hit someone, shouldn't you hang a picture?

Although the firepower from these pistols and machine guns could not cause any substantial harm to Isaac, he did not want to stay there and enjoy this baptism of fire.

He frowned, complained in a low voice, and then his figure flashed and disappeared like a phantom, leaving only a faint air flow.

The next second, his figure appeared behind a gangster like a ghost, and his fist came down at the man with a whistling sound, as if tearing through the air.

The gangster who was hit didn't even have time to scream before his body collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, and he fell heavily to the ground and fainted.

But Isaac's movements did not pause at all. He moved among the gangsters as fast as the wind, his punches and kicks were like lightning, and every blow was precise and powerful.

At first, he was unable to fully control the power after the transformation. When he punched out, the wind from his fist whistled, accompanied by the dull sound of broken bones, and the enemy flew out like a rag sack and fell to the ground.

But as the fight progressed, he gradually gained control of his own strength, his punches became softer but more vicious, and each blow was just right, neither killing the opponent immediately nor ensuring that they could not stand up again for a short time.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dull sounds of beating and gangsters falling could be heard continuously from the factory. Isaac swept through the entire factory like a whirlwind. Within just a few minutes, all the gangsters lay on the ground like harvested wheat, losing consciousness.

"Done~ Now it's time to notify the police to come and clean up."

Isaac clapped his hands, ending the fight. He glanced at the gangsters lying on the ground and found a few who were less seriously injured and might wake up sooner.

He walked over and kicked them a few more times without mercy, making sure that they could all enjoy a "baby-like sleep" and would not be able to cause any more trouble in the short term.

After confirming that the gangsters had lost their ability to move, Isaac took out his smartphone, Kami, from his pocket and called the police station.

After briefly informing the police that a group of gangsters were conducting illegal transactions here, Isaac immediately hung up the phone, not intending to give the police a chance to continue asking questions.

After notifying the police, Isaac did not touch anything in the factory. He knew that most of the items here would become evidence for the police investigation. After looking around and confirming that nothing was missed, he prepared to leave.

However, he did not choose to summon the Golden Shock. After all, riding a motorcycle would make him too conspicuous and would easily attract unnecessary attention. So he decided to run away from the abandoned factory to avoid a direct collision with the approaching police.

Of course, Isaac didn't run too far. He chose to return to the roof of the unfinished building where he had been hiding before, quietly observing the direction of the factory.

More than ten minutes later, the sound of sirens came from far away, and the flashing red and blue police lights cut through the night sky. The police quickly rushed into the factory and began to investigate and clean up the scene.

Standing on the roof, Isaac watched everything quietly until he was sure that the police had the situation under complete control, then he turned and left.

"It's time to go home, otherwise my parents will be worried."

With a low murmur to himself, Isaac's figure disappeared into the dark night, as if he had never appeared.

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The early morning sun shone through the mist onto the small garden. Isaac stood in the middle of the garden, took a deep breath, and began his morning exercise. This was a habit he had recently developed, getting up early every day to practice the beast fist technique he learned from the three masters.

His boxing moves were fluid and powerful, and the whistling wind of his fists resembled the roar of a wild beast. With the combined instruction of three masters and his own natural talent, Isaac's Beast Fist technique had already reached a certain level of maturity. "Hey, is that brat Isaac practicing boxing?"

Standing in front of the French window in the living room, Chen Ye frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on his son who was practicing boxing in the garden. He originally thought that Isaac was just playing around, but as he watched, his expression gradually became serious.

As a former martial artist, he could naturally see that Isaac's boxing was not just fancy moves, but a rather sophisticated martial art with extremely high lethality.

"Veronica, is this what you taught him?"

After observing for a while, Chen Ye turned his head and looked at his wife who was fixing her hair, and asked curiously.

"I thought you taught him. He's been getting up early every day to practice boxing lately. He doesn't stay in bed like before."

Reaching out and stroking her hair, Veronica's eyes were filled with a hint of doubt. She originally thought that her son's boxing skills were taught by her husband, but now it seems that it was not the case.

"This kid has finally made some progress. However, practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. I hope he can persevere."

Hearing Veronica's words, Chen Ye nodded slightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile. He was quite pleased that his lazy son had such a change.

"Yeah, he's more energetic now than before, but I don't know how long he can last this time."

Looking at Isaac in the garden with tender eyes, Veronica couldn't help but sigh softly. Although she was very happy about her son's changes, she didn't have much confidence that he could persist.

Chen Ye also agreed with his wife's statement. After all, Isaac had learned martial arts under his guidance before, but he gave up after not persisting for long.

However, seeing Isaac practicing boxing seriously at this time, Chen Ye couldn't help but feel a little expectant in his heart.

In the garden, Isaac's movements gradually slowed down. The dynamic exercises of the three sets of Beast Fist were over. He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and began to practice static exercises.

The morning breeze gently brushed across his face, bringing a hint of coolness. As his distracting thoughts disappeared, his heart gradually became calm, as if it was about to merge with the surrounding world.

The breathing gradually became long and deep, and between inhalation and exhalation, the mind gradually calmed down and entered a rather mysterious state.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to feel the pulse of the earth, hear the whisper of the wind, and even sense the trembling of dewdrops on the leaves not far away.

"This kid is really good."

As if sensing Isaac's current condition, Chen Ye's eyes flashed with approval, and he murmured softly.

"Maybe this time, he really found the path he likes."

After fixing her hair, Veronica walked to Chen Ye, gently took his arm, looked at Isaac in the garden through the floor-to-ceiling window, and smiled gently.

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