The **** of justice, despised by the inhabitants of the New World as "artificially retarded", has disappeared.

Just like it came into this world without a sound, it also left quietly.

Over the years, it has quietly maintained order, peace and stability in the new world.

It was abused, censured, slandered.

It doesn't have any emotion and doesn't feel bad about it.

In fact, it's just an artificial intelligence program based on Wang Yan's three views.

Although the God of Justice has the ability to learn, he has no real emotional fluctuations.

In this way, on the day it left, few people kept it and felt sad.

The vast majority were cheering.

People are overjoyed.

The bright light of freedom, followed by the boundless darkness.

When Wang Yan built the new world, many of the black technology products he brought also disappeared without a trace.

Most importantly, the food, fruits and vegetables that people are accustomed to, also mutated.

They seem to have lost their "productive" qualities overnight and returned to their original appearance.

Seeds can be kept, planted, and harvested, but the quantity is only one tenth of what it used to be.

Scientists are the first to go crazy.

The new world has been able to maintain until now, relying on abundant resources.

Now, all food crops are back to what they were...

It was as if God had withdrawn his gift.

Chaos has appeared.

The "credibility points" that have always been regarded as the currency of social circulation are now completely abandoned.

After all, it can be recognized by people in the past because it relies on the social system maintained by the artificial intelligence program, the God of Justice.

"Damn it! How could it be like this!"

A middle-aged man with a serious face looked out the window, his forehead soaring.

His name was Clinton Francis Barton, an orphan who grew up in a circus.

Because of his outstanding shooting talent, he won the title of "Hawkeye" when he was a teenager.

As an adult, he worked as a coach in a shooting club in the New World, and lived a very comfortable life every day.

He even thought about getting married and having children after accumulating tens of thousands of credit points.

But all of this happened yesterday...

all ruined!

The 100,000 or 100,000 credit points that Hawkeye saved have become useless numbers, and those golden credit tickets have also become waste paper that is too hard to wipe your butt!

"What's wrong with this world?"

"Everyone……"

"Are they all crazy?"

Hawkeye opened a gap in the curtains and looked outside.

The able-bodied people burned and looted everywhere.

Laughing wildly, they smashed innocent people's heads and committed unforgivable crimes, as if they had turned into evil spirits.

Hawkeye knows these abusers.

Uncle Sam, the man with a smile on his face every day, now his muscles are twisted and his eyes are bloodshot. Holding a steel pipe, he desperately smashed the head of the poor boy under him.

One, two, three...

Hawkeye also knew that unfortunate boy.

It was a lucky guy named Atari. His father worked hard and knew how to drill. Over the years, he accumulated a lot of credit points.

As a rich second-generation Atari, he was just a little bit arrogant, and he used to be snarky in the past, but he didn't do anything bad.

But now, his head has been smashed by Uncle Sam.

The cause of this killing was simply the jealousy of the humble people of the market for the lucky ones born with the golden spoon.

"Isn't he afraid of being captured by the vigilantes and deported to the surface world?"

The words blurted out, but there was a look of astonishment on Hawkeye's face.

The **** of justice is gone, and the credit points are gone.

The vigilantes naturally no longer exist.

Everyone lives only for themselves now.

Everyone can do whatever they want.

No law will punish them.

In Hawkeye's original optimistic estimates, even if this happens, it will be months or even years away.

He never thought that people's hearts would collapse so fast!

Now it's just that they have lost the constraints of laws and managers, and everyone has not really realized their survival pressure.

What if there is a shortage of food in the future?

Hawkeye sighed.

Living in the B19 area, he can be regarded as a middle and upper-class figure in the new world.

But now, back to the beginning of the night.

All assets are cleared.

"Wait! This is... Big Brother Loktor?"

"What is he going to do?"

Hawkeye looked through the window and saw the older bachelor Loktor knocking on the room of a little girl next door who lived alone.

His face was flushed and his mouth was drooling like a male dog in heat.

Without the need for the other party to commit any substantive crime, Hawkeye guessed the person's intentions.

Totally incomprehensible.

Loktor is usually kind to people, optimistic and positive. He never speaks loudly, always softly.

Can a person disguise for one or two years, and can he disguise another appearance for 20 consecutive years?

The disappearance of the binding force released the demons in people's hearts.

The screams of the girls resounded in the building opposite.

A look of anger appeared on Hawkeye's face.

He subconsciously grasped his beloved bow and arrow and aimed at the opposite window.

Although there are curtains to cover, but he is confident to kill Loktor with one arrow.

At this moment, Hawkeye hesitated.

His fingers trembled slightly.

Growing up, he never killed anyone.

It is not easy to get over this hurdle.

At this time, a slender weirdo wearing a red-blue spider tights appeared!

He shoots spider silk from his hand and sticks to the wall, using this force to move quickly between buildings.

In a few blinks of an eye, Spider-Man smashed through the glass and broke into the building opposite.

"He looked very thin, probably a minor."

Hawkeye was a little worried: "I don't know if he is the opponent of that **** Loktor..."

Soon, he realized that he was thinking too much.

A slender weirdo in a red-blue spider costume jumped out of the window and stuck to the wall.

The curtains moved with the wind, and the powerful dynamic vision of Eagle Eye captured the fleeting scene in the room.

Loktor was bound in the shape of a caterpillar by the white sticky spider silk, unable to move.

Beside him, the little girl who was almost violated had a distorted expression like a little devil.

With a complex expression of fear and bloodthirsty, she was holding a crowbar in her hand and slowly walked towards Loktor...

"Hey! Survivor, protect yourself and don't look around!"

"If you need help with anything, just shout 'Help, Spider-Man' and I'll come over if I hear it!"

A teenager calling himself Spider-Man interrupts Hawkeye's observation.

He compared his thumb to Hawkeye, his figure flashed, and after a few breaths, he disappeared without a trace.

"Spider-Man."

With the name of the other party in his mouth, an inexplicable emotion surged in Hawkeye's body.

He also wanted to be the hero of the other party.

Although the other party is still a little immature, the heart of seeing righteousness and courage has deeply inspired him.

The first day of the disappearance of order...

Hawkeye decides to be a hero like Spider-Man.