Chapter 94 Unsung Hero
Therefore, the common sense that a person who is strong and tall must be slow in agility does not exist in York, unless he does not add some attribute value to his agility.

But York's points are basically balanced, and it can be said that his skills do not have any very prominent shortcomings at all. He focuses on being a hexagonal warrior.

Striding toward the back path and heading behind the car, Yorks began to pick up his jacket and circle it in his right hand.

By the time he finished circling, he had already reached the rear of the car.

The two men inside had just picked up the headscarf and put it on their heads. At this time, they had no idea that such a person had already gone around the back of their car and was walking towards them.

By the time they had put on their face-covering tools, York had already strode to the left window of the sedan.

The tall figure also attracted the attention of the two people, and they looked over subconsciously.

When they saw the York taxi parked at the left window, they both looked confused and surprised, and they were unable to react instantly to what was happening.

"Hello."

Without any hesitation, Yorks moved immediately! He raised his right fist, which was encircled by his jacket, and punched the car window hard.

This is a pretty standard straight punch.

Swift, straight and powerful.

With a loud bang, the car window glass shattered instantly under this swift straight punch, and the fragments flew everywhere, blooming like fireworks in the night.

Amid the flying debris, York's fist did not stop at all, and continued to move forward with unstoppable force, hitting the white man's face.

The white man was caught off guard by this sudden scene. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but it was too late to react. He could only watch the sandbag-sized fist hit his face hard.

The punch was so powerful that the white man lost all consciousness on the spot. His body suddenly tilted forward and his head hit the steering wheel hard.

"who!"

York came too suddenly, and the black man could only react and absorb the scene of York's sudden attack.

He hurriedly tried to grab down, but York had already propped himself up on the car body with one hand, and with his powerful core strength, he pushed off with both feet and flew into the air along the small space through the car window. He made a double kick, which was fired like a cannonball, passing through the gap behind the white man in the driver's seat and forcefully kicked directly at the black man in the passenger seat.

Similar to the Ralph Kick in King of Fighters, he used the advantage and length of his long legs to kick the black man hard on the left side of his body.

Just as the black man grabbed the gun below, a huge impact force exploded instantly.

The power of this double kick is not only fierce, but also carries York's whole body strength and the inertia of rushing forward.

The black man couldn't resist at all, and his entire upper body was slammed hard against the car door by York's joined legs.

boom!
There was a dull crash, and the whole car shook again and again as if it was trembling with the sudden violence, and the black man's body went limp in the midst of it.

Due to the narrow space and narrow perspective, York had no space to see what happened to the black man, but he didn't care because he knew the result without even looking.

His skills were not given directly by the system, but were developed through long-term training and practice, so he knows his own strength best.

The power of his double kick can at least send a tall and large adult flying two meters away.

The first thing York noticed was that he was stuck in this narrow space. After all, he had forced his way through the empty space behind the white man and kicked through the small space, so now his butt was sitting under the car window with his thighs resting on the white man's neck.

"Shit! It's stuck!"

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the supermarket, only to see the people over there looking over here with hesitation and astonishment on their faces, not understanding what was going on here.

What matters is that someone has already pulled out their cell phone and called 911.

York's mouth twitched. The people of the Free Country are quite fast! This may be a local feature.

With a flash of thought, Yorks laid his hands on the car body, pushed forward and forcibly retracted his buttocks and lower body. There was a new movement over at the supermarket. Oleg, the security guard, rushed out with several of his colleagues. When they saw him, everyone looked confused, looked at each other, and dispersed the crowd to walk towards him.

Being stared at by such a group of people, Yorks showed no emotion. He just looked at the white and black men who had all fainted in the car, patted his body and sorted out the debris stuck on it.

Then he opened the driver's door, pulled the white man out, and leaned into the car.

The two men were indeed very fierce. Just by looking at the guns at their feet, one could tell that if he hadn't come here to buy groceries today, the passers-by watching in front of the supermarket's main entrance and the families with children would have probably rushed in directly.
A MAC-11, also known as an M11 submachine gun, fires 0.38-inch ACP caliber ammunition, uses a 30-round magazine, has an effective range of 50 meters, and a theoretical rate of fire of about 1200 rounds per minute.

An Uzi submachine gun, caliber 9 mm, with a theoretical rate of fire of 1500 rounds per minute.

God knows where these two guys bought these two submachine guns.

When York took out the two submachine guns, Oleg and others had already arrived in front of the car.

When they saw the two submachine guns, they couldn't help but be terrified.

Even the passers-by who had been looking at this side, some of them covered their mouths and stared with wide eyes.

"Yorks?"

Oleg looked at the two guns in York's hands and felt himself go weak all over. He was just a supermarket security guard and he also felt scared.

"Do you know them, Oleg?" Yorks placed the two submachine guns on the roof of the car one by one, and took off the hood of the white man who was lying unconscious on the ground. He looked at Oleg and others, especially Oleg.

"I thought I heard your name."

Hearing this, Oleg widened his eyes and carefully identified the situation in the car. When he looked at the white man on the ground, he felt a creepy feeling spreading from the depths of his heart to all parts of his body. He took a deep breath.

"These two people once tried to steal customers' bags here, but I stopped them in advance. I didn't expect them to do that now."

As a native of the Free Country, Oleg has roughly figured out what the two men with guns are going to do based on the current situation.

"I see." Yorks took another look at the black man in the car, stood up and clapped his hands.

"Then you guys can do whatever you want."

After saying that, he walked towards his F150 Raptor. There was actually no benefit for him to stay here. At most, he would be questioned by the police. It was a waste of time. He still had to go back to cook, so he might as well just leave.

"Okay!" Oleg nodded and looked at York seriously. He felt inexplicably grateful in his heart, because if it weren't for York, he would probably have encountered an unimaginable crisis.

"Thanks, Yorks!"

York just waved his hand and continued walking.

But just as he walked towards the F150 Raptor, he heard the sound of applause.

York raised his eyebrows and subconsciously stopped in front of the driver's door and looked in the direction of the supermarket.

It was the passers-by who were watching him and started to applaud him one after another.

Obviously, the crowd knew what he had just done from the two submachine guns they saw and the fact that the two men had their faces covered with hoods.

York smiled, opened the driver's door and sat in. Under the gaze of everyone outside the front window, he closed the passenger door, stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel and drove away.

Just as he pulled into the driveway, a police car appeared in his front seat window with sirens blaring.

The police arrived quite quickly.

"What a coincidence." Yorks raised the corner of his mouth slightly and continued to drive away.

(End of this chapter)