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But that doesn't mean Rowe is careless. In just a few seconds, he went to a phone booth and changed into a new set of clothes. Luckily, there are phone booths in the old town where you can change clothes!

No one had ever seen this outfit before. It was pure black with no markings. Luo Wei had it specially made to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, and he kept it in his backpack.

With the addition of super hypnosis, no one remembers what he looks like now, and no one associates the firefighting hero with "Lowe". This is the power of super hypnosis. Superman in every era has used it to deceive countless people, and even deceive himself!

Yes, super hypnosis can self-hypnotize, making a Kryptonian forget all their superpowers and become an ordinary mortal, but the effect usually only lasts for a little over an hour.

"Phew, no one survived on the first floor."

Luo Wei sighed, glancing down at the second floor with a sigh of relief. The second floor wasn't badly damaged; there was just a gap in the ceiling. With his super vision, he could clearly locate each survivor.

He also found Wang Zikai's location. The boy was already unconscious, his face was pale, and his breathing was weak. He could die at any moment.

"Ten seconds."

"ten"

Luo Wei took a deep breath, and the thick smoke entered his lungs, where it was filtered into fresh air by his powerful respiratory system. Then, as he shouted the first number, his body instantly disappeared from the spot.

If it weren't for the two fresh footprints on the floor, it would have been as if no one had ever been there.

In the blink of an eye, outside the burning building, the crowd waiting for the fire alarm felt sorry for the young man who had rashly rushed in.

Whoosh——

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in front of them, and two figures appeared out of thin air in front of them: a boy who had fainted from suffocation, and a woman who had also fainted from suffocation.

"I've seen a ghost!"

"How did they show up!"

The middle-aged man was stunned.

The reactions of the people around him were similar, their eyes filled with shock at the appearance of the two, after all, there had been no space in front of them just now!

Whoosh——

Another gust of wind swept in, and two more figures covered in dust appeared. Then another gust of wind followed, and the number of people increased from four to six.

"Don't just stand there, call an ambulance right away!"

As the eighth survivor was rescued from the fire, the figure who had saved him finally appeared. Luo Wei deliberately changed his voice to a lower tone to remind everyone.

"The ambulance is on its way and will be here soon."

One of them realized what was happening and responded.

"Hey buddy, are you a superhero?"

One person couldn't help but ask.

"I guess so. You guys carry them away a bit, there are about ten more to come."

Luo Wei uttered a single sentence before his figure flashed and disappeared in a blur.

As the flames in the burning building shook violently, several more survivors were rescued. Seeing this, the people outside stopped talking and quickly began to help lift all the unconscious people to a cooler place.

Survivors rescued from fires are usually extremely dehydrated because the high temperatures evaporate their body fluids. Prolonged exposure to such high temperatures can lead to complete dehydration and death. Statistics show that fires...

Most people died from suffocation during the disaster, but a significant number also died from dehydration.

The people involved in the rescue operation were well aware of this, and after carrying the survivors to a cool place, they began to cool them down with mineral water.

Thanks to the efforts of Luo Wei and the masses.

In less than a minute, all the survivors and bodies in the building were moved out, and a few minutes later, fire trucks, police cars and ambulances arrived at the scene almost simultaneously.

Fire chief Wang Xun looked at the rescued survivors with a bit of a daze. It wasn't that they arrived slowly; arriving at the scene in less than eight minutes was fast enough. After all, many road facilities in the old city had problems, and it was past five o'clock, which was rush hour, so traffic jams were inevitable.

This was fast enough, but he learned on the scene that someone had rescued people from the fire in less than a minute!

"Are you sure it only took a minute?"

Wang Xun asked.

"It probably wasn't even a minute; I haven't timed it carefully."

One member of the public responded.

"What about the others?"

"He's gone, Captain Wang, don't ask anymore. He disappeared after rescuing the person; we wouldn't know he was leaving at that speed."

On the other side, Luo Wei leaned against the wall not far away, listening to the conversation between Wang Xun and the middle-aged man. He had changed back into his school uniform, and the few people around who had just met "him" did not recognize him. The boy leaning against the wall was the hero who put out the fire.

He was quite pleased with this; it was a good thing that his identity hadn't been discovered when he first displayed his superpowers in front of outsiders.

"Stop dawdling and get out of here!"

Just then, a man in a trench coat who was clutching his arm was brought over by two uniformed police officers. They were heading in the direction where Luo Wei was standing.

"Hey, young man, did you arrest him?"

The person who shouted at Luo Wei was a middle-aged police officer with a slightly weathered face, a tall and thin build, dark skin, a scar on the corner of his mouth, and an overall resolute demeanor.

"What's wrong with me?"

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Chapter 4 004: The Ideology of the Most People, Superhumans!

"It's me, what's wrong?"

Luo Wei was watching the aftermath of the devastating fire. The fire department extinguished the flames of the building, the black smoke that had been accumulating in the deep air thinned out, and the charred and smoking ruins were exposed to the blazing sun. On the road outside, bodies were being covered with white sheets one by one. The explosion and fire had made the bodies unrecognizable, and some bodies were even blown to pieces.

He was somewhat numb. Similar things happen in the world every day. You see reports of them in newspapers and news, but people feel that these things are so far away from them. However, when tragedy unfolds before their eyes, they can truly appreciate its cruelty.

Especially when surrounded by rows of corpses, seeing familiar faces, people you'd just been chatting with so enthusiastically, now lying coldly on the ground, separated by life and death; seeing your good friend suffocating and unconscious, being taken away in an ambulance—it's heartbreaking. Lowe isn't a cold-blooded animal; he does need a convincing reason to carry out his justice. Even Spider-Man needs a reason, and so does Batman. Clearly, the latter two's reason is "with great power comes great responsibility," while the other stems from a deep-seated desire for revenge and a hatred of crime.

What about Luo Wei?

He couldn't explain it himself, only that witnessing a horrific explosion today filled him with inexplicable anger.

At this moment, the culprit who caused all this tragedy was being escorted towards him by several police officers. The man in the trench coat showed no remorse and grinned, saying, "You little brat, you're still here."

"Shut up, Xiao Wang. You two take him back to the car first."

Liang Zhongping rebuked him angrily, then looked at Luo Wei and softened his tone, "Young man, don't be nervous, we're just asking a few simple questions."

"Yeah, you tell me."

Luo Wei glanced at the man in the trench coat, who walked casually toward the police car, his gaze fixed on the charred remains and rows of bodies on the ground. There was no remorse in his eyes, only a hint of amusement and appreciation.

"You don't need to worry about him, this guy won't be released."

Liang Zhongping mistakenly thought the boy was worried about retaliation, and explained, "Actually, he was arrested once before. That time he was carrying flammable materials, but he didn't cause any damage, so he was detained for a while and then released."

"Officer, what do you want with me?"

Luo Wei was too lazy to learn about the experiences of a murderer.

"Uh, actually I just wanted to ask about some minor details of what happened."

Liang Zhongping was surprised, feeling that he had misunderstood the boy. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather indifference and simmering anger.

"I was in the library before the explosion."

Luo Wei briefly recounted what happened, omitting the details of how he saw the remote control with his super vision. He only mentioned that the man in the trench coat behaved strangely, and that he made a strange gesture when he put his hands in his pockets before the explosion, which aroused his suspicion.

“You are very meticulous and calm. Few young people can do that. That thing is indeed the remote control for the bomb.”

As Liang Zhongping spoke, he took out a bag of evidence. "He's very experienced; perhaps those bombings in recent years are all related to him."

"Sorry, I said too much."

Liang Zhongping realized he had said too much and smiled, "Luo Wei, you should go back now, but be prepared, someone will deliver the banner to your school tomorrow."

"

Um. "

Before leaving, Luo Wei glanced at the man in the trench coat one last time.

Just then, the other person was also looking at him. When he saw that it was the boy who had grabbed him looking over, the man in the trench coat provocatively made a neck-slashing gesture. After taking off his sunglasses, his fierce eyes with scars seemed to be telling Luo Wei that his death was imminent.

Luo Wei didn't take it to heart and took the bus home. Liang Zhongping originally wanted someone to take him home, but he refused because that would be too conspicuous.

During the bus ride, several students who had boarded at the same stop sat in the back seat. They had all witnessed the fire caused by the explosion and were discussing the horrific scene.

"I arrived later, you're not kidding, are you? That guy got everyone out of the building in less than a minute?!"

"Why would I lie to you? I saw everything. It's a pity I didn't remember what he looked like, but I could tell he was a man. He can fly, and he's very fast."

"What a loss! I can't believe I didn't see it!"

"Could he be the superhero who's here to save Green Vine City? Honestly, this decaying city needs a superhero!"

"Then who will manage these superheroes?"

"We can talk about that later. Besides, there's a superhero in the next city. Look at him, he hasn't done anything immoral."

"I'm just afraid of what might happen."

Listening to their conversation, Luo Wei, sitting in the front row, couldn't help but smile. "Superhero" is a term from America. Superheroes actually exist in China too, but not in Green Vine City. There are very few people in the world who have the ability and are truly willing to sacrifice themselves. Of course, the issues are complex. Just as the students in the back row said, some people yearn for superheroes to save them, yet worry that superheroes becoming too powerful will harm society. Even Luo Wei couldn't understand some people's thoughts, but this is the mindset of many people in this world.

"The world doesn't need saviors, but I hear people calling every day." This statement perfectly describes the mentality of those people, and upon closer examination, it seems quite reasonable.

For example, there was once a village that was plagued by wild beasts every day. The beasts would come to the village and eat people, and the villagers were helpless. One day, a few strong men came to the village and killed the beasts. The villagers celebrated and cheered, and they invited the strong men to stay.

As time went on, many villagers grew increasingly fearful, worried that the strongmen would take over the village. So one night, some villagers burned several of the strongmen alive. After they had burned the strongmen to death, the ferocious beasts reappeared.

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Luo Wei, who was leaning against the window daydreaming, shuddered. The scenario he had just imagined seemed familiar. "What am I thinking? Chinese people shouldn't be as neurotic as Americans."

The library was in the old town, very close to the neighborhood where Luo Wei lived, less than ten minutes away, and he arrived home in no time.

Unit 2, Building 7, Room 301.

"Is that Serena Williams?"

"Kid, you're finally back! Your mom was worried sick."

As soon as Luo Wei entered the gate, Luo Feng, who was watching the news in the living room, put down the remote control, turned around, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his son was safe and sound.