𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐

      One dark night, a man with black makeup on his face that resembles a blindfold, wearing a helmet with a video camera, wearing a black T-shirt with the English letter “D” on the chest made of silver tape and with a baton in his hands. Allegedly, the superhero climbs on the crane of his van, called "DefenDog", climbs slowly onto the roof and runs to the other edge of the roof, seeing what the three bandits are doing at the seaport and what they are discussing. Not hearing what they were saying, he jumps off the roof into a trash can with a bunch of trash bags, which fortunately softened his fall and he climbed out of the trash can without any damage. The bandits paid attention to him when they heard someone (he) fall there. — Who else are you? Well, get out of here! — one of them turned to that guy, but he ignored his rudeness and approached him. — Are you deaf? They told you to get out of here! Approaching them, he took out the balls and threw them at that rude man. He covered his face with his hands, and then accidentally slipped on a couple of such balls under his feet, falling onto the hard floor. — Hey, what are you doing? Are you crazy? — the second bandit swore and approached, waving his leg, trying to hit him. Fortunately, it was only due to luck that the supposed superhero managed to jump back and hit him on the back with his baton when he tried to attack him with his hands. Then he pointed the club at the third one like a pistol and decided to interrogate him: — Where is Captain Industry hiding? — he asked him. — Which captain? Are you completely cuckoo? — the third one twirled his index finger near his head, thinking that the guy was crazy. — Who are you anyway?

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When the two bandits who had been knocked to the floor tried to get up, the Defender knocked one of them to the floor, hitting him on the back with a baton, and kicked the other in the stomach, like a hooligan. — Call me Defendor. — the superhero answers. — Defender? — the bandit pronounced the nickname correctly, but the superhero began to correct him incorrectly, shouting: — DEFENDO-O-OR!!! The bandit realized in time to get a gun and, aiming at the superhero, is preparing to shoot, but the superhero stops him in time: — Do not even think about it! — Why? — Guns for cowards. —- And what? — he asked in response and shot him in the chest. The protector immediately bulged his eyes and sighed in pain, not expecting this from him.

The story of an underdog superhero

— I’m not a coward at all, so you know. You must be stupid, since you went against us without a firearm and without a bulletproof vest with your bare hands. — he added, and when his two partners stood up, they wanted to attack him first and beat him back, but he stopped them for a while, noticing that he did not give up and still stood up, despite the bullet in his chest. — Are you not giving up? — No. — he answers him briefly through sighs of pain and prepares to hit him with a baton. The bandit thought of putting away the pistol for now, grabbing his baton with one hand, and his fist with the other, with which he tried to hit him. — Do you seriously think that you are a real superhero? — he asked Defendor while his partners stood aside at his request and did not interfere. Then he laughed at him and added: — I thought you were pretending like a crazy person. Hold it guys! The partners grabbed Defendor by the shoulders and did not let go, and the latter tried to free himself, but the attempts were even, and the third bandit took the baton from him. Then he hit him with his fist between the legs, right in the balls, which made Protector groan in pain and almost fall while his partners held him. — Sorry, buddy, but you live in the real world, not the world of comics. It’s only in comics that all the villains and bandits are stupid and don’t understand what to do. And you are not a superhero at all. You are just a pathetic and mortal loser who is not even capable of fighting back against us. You can even die from a bullet, as you yourself feel now. — You are a blatant liar! — Defendor did not want to believe his words. — Really? Then why are you now feeling pain and almost dying? Do you think we used some kind of kryptonide? No. We have ordinary weapons and we are also mortals and weak, just like you. There are simply more of us than you and therefore we are stronger than you. — explained the third bandit and as if the boss ordered his partners what to do next. — Gentlemen, show him how harsh reality is! The partners who were holding Defendor by the hands and not letting go of him smiled, as if they were planning some kind of meanness and first of all ran to one of the large containers, hitting Defendor's face against the iron wall five times until they knocked out his nose and out of his nose there was no blood. Then one of them grabbed him by both arms and held him with his back to him, and the other punched him in the face, chest, stomach and even between the legs, and the loser superhero groaned in pain. Then he found a jar of wasps on his belt and threw it next to him. He and his partner ran back, and the wasps scattered around Defendor and began to sting him painfully in the face, leaving a few wounds. He didn’t even take any action on what to do in such a situation, as he was distracted by the pain from the bullet and the blows to the balls. Then his partners took his baton and a crowbar, after which they began to beat him on the back with them. It was painful. Even too much. When they stopped beating him, Protector even spat out blood from his mouth and cleared his throat, continuing to moan. — Give up, no time for a superhero! — said one of them, they took him again and brought him to the third, and he continued his monologue. — Listen, you loser hero. Don't bother with us, okay! We are in charge here and no one can tell us what and where we can’t do. — You can’t kill me that easily. — he said through groans. — Owhohoho. Okay. So you're looking for trouble? — he asked and snapped his fingers, after which his partners pressed him to the floor. One held him pinned to the floor, and the other began to pull down his pants, and then his underpants, exposing his butt. — What are you doing? Get your hands off me, you filthy creatures! - he swore at them, but they ignored his words. The third stood to the side, smiling sarcastically and looking at what his partners were doing to him. What they did to him was even more painful, and besides, he didn’t like it at all. In addition, while the first was doing what he loved very much, the second not only pinned him down, held him to the floor, but also hit him on the head, not forgetting to take off his helmet. When the rape process was over, one partner pulled his pants, not forgetting to smile with pleasure, and the other looked carefully at the helmet and saw that a video camera with recording was attached to it. — He wanted to record what we were doing here and hand it over to the police. — he said, peeled the camera off the helmet and broke it with a hammer, after which he took the cassette out of the camera and also broke it. — Well so you have no evidence against us and no one will come to your aid. — Don't be afraid. We will end your suffering. — said the third and took out his pistol again. His partners, holding him, lifted his black T-shirt and exposed his abs, the third aimed directly at his unprotected chest. — No! No! NO-O-O!!! — he screamed, still trying to free himself, but the bandit shot him three more times in the chest and left him lying on the floor with mortal wounds until he himself eventually died. — Let's get out of here, guys! The bandits ran to their black Lada, got into it and drove away from the port, leaving no trace except a slowly dying and suffering corpse. The bandits did not even suspect that someone with a sniper rifle shot a flashing bug on their car on the bumper in order to track them down. Aiming at them with a sniper rifle, another wannabe superhero, dressed almost like Batman, jumped from the crates to the floor and slowly walked towards the wounded superhero, who was still groaning in pain and about to die. He picks him up on his shoulders and takes him away with him. Losing consciousness, Defendor finally hears him say to him: — Everything will be fine, buddy! You will survive.

Some time later

      Three months have passed since the Defender, along with his helmet and weapon, was picked up by the superhero Papanya himself and plumb to his home, so that, like a doctor, he could take care of him and heal all his wounds, as well as removing all the bullets from him. Protector himself was in a coma at that time and saw memories from the past, about how he and his grandfather loved to read comics about their favorite superheroes and perceived them as reality, but when he remembered that night when the bandits almost killed him, and then they raped him for one thing, his whole world, which he took for reality, immediately collapsed. Papani's daughter Killer washed Protector's wounds with hydrogen peroxide and iodine every night. Then, when all the wounds had finally healed over all these months and Protective had finally woken up from his coma, he seriously began to act like a psycho. A guy in a green wetsuit with sticks on his back came up to his room, where he was lying on the bed, along with Papanya and looked at him in surprise. At this time the defender was fooling around in bed and speaking to himself: — My entire childhood was spent reading these nasty picture books!” GA-A-ARH... Everything is gone! Everything is gone! Goodbye! Bye, happy! You did not understand? You see the mask. I am not joker! I am Defendor. — at the last sentence he laughed hysterically and madly. Kick-Ass took one of the sticks from his back and hit him in the face with it so that he would calm down. From the blow, Protector immediately froze in place and, looking at Kick-Ass, blinked a second later. Green then put his stick back. — I.. I.. I.. I.. I Sorry, you're right. I was just worried and that's all. Well... Well, don't worry, I'm a strong guy. I can handle this... — but he couldn’t stand it at one point and, falling his head on the pillow, he again screamed at the top of his lungs, raising his hands to the top. — I AM A CHARLATAN!!! — he shouted, but then calmed down slightly, wiping the tears from his eyes and looking again at the three superheroes, Hit Girl, Kick-Ass and Dad, who surrounded him. — Those thugs beat you up and raped you because you’re not a real superhero. — said Kick-Ass. Defendor lowered his head at what he heard and despaired. — You seem to have a mess in your head. — No. For the first time in my life I have clarity in my head. — Raising his head, Defendor explained, and the three superheroes looked at him in surprise. — I’m not an invulnerable superhero. And there is no Captain Industry, who allegedly killed my mother and for whom I tried in vain to take revenge. I'm just an ordinary, stupid, worthless, mortal loser who's just gone crazy and genuinely perceives comic book fiction as reality. There is no place for people like me in this world, because I am just a crazy and costumed clown. — he explained, in addition, lifting his shirt and seeing on his stomach the scars left by the bullets of those bandits that would never heal. — It doesn’t matter, Defender. Or what's your name? True heroes live inside each of us, if we ourselves want to let them out. Anyone can be a superhero, and it doesn’t matter whether you have superpowers or not. It doesn't matter whether you are strong or weak. Cool and invincible or unlucky and pathetic. In order to become a real superhero, you just need to be brave, never give up, be able to learn from your mistakes so as not to repeat them, and just wear a suit and patrol your criminal streets like a guerrilla in the forest. — Kick-Ass explained. Defender looked at Kick-Ass in surprise, not understanding why he was telling him all this. — Trust me, Arthur. After all, when I first tried to become a superhero, I was also the same loser who was sometimes thrown to the ground and beaten by street punks, just like you. And despite this, I didn’t give up and didn’t even run away when they threatened to stab me or shoot me. Because I was an honest person, unlike most who have resigned themselves to the capitalist world and prefer to stand on the sidelines, just stare or film what they see. Even if someone is simply beaten. And at least I learned from my mistakes. I trained long and hard with Hit Girl and Dad, pumping up my fighting skills and trying to dodge more often before striking first myself. You are unlucky, because you simply do not learn from your mistakes and always step on the same rake. But this is not a reason to give up and give up right away! You can become a real superhero if you sometimes learn from your mistakes and try not to make them in the future. — Well, it just wouldn’t hurt for you to upgrade your fighting skills a little, get a cooler weapon, like a firearm, so that everyone is afraid of you, and also have protection from bullets and knives. — Big Daddy added. — Do you want to take revenge on these scum who almost killed you? Is not it? — asked his daughter in a purple wig with a black mask over her eyes. After listening to them, Defender thought for a while, and Kick-Ass presented him with a tablecloth on the bed, which he opened and took out all his things from there, namely a baton, a helmet, a belt, other ammunition, pants, a bulletproof vest, a new video camera that records everything on a flash drive, silver tape, a gun, a slingshot and sharp nails, as well as a stun gun and black makeup paint. Defender looked at his superhero structure in addition to what he was also given from himself and, realizing what they meant by the word “Revenge,” he raises his head, makes his face serious, and his eyes stern. — “Take revenge?” — it was spinning in his head and he got out of bed, taped the same English letter “D” onto his body armor, glued a new camera to his helmet, connected a flash drive to it, put on the rest of the structure, smeared the same black makeup on his eyes allegedly wearing a mask and getting into a fighting pose with anger, he imagined his favorite and pathetic music in his head, after which he took his baton in his hands. From the look, Kick-Ass, Big Daddy and Hit-Girl smiled sarcastically with joy, seeing that he did not lose heart for long and decided to once again stand up for the defense of innocent people. At that moment, a guy named Les came out of the next room, dressed all in white and taking some kind of drug in the form of pills, also in a cool pose. Crimson Bolt stood next to him with a wrench in his left hand and a machine gun in his right. His partner Boltik, in a yellow suit and green skirt, came around the corner, along with Colonel Stars, also armed with his baton and with his faithful German dog Eisen Hauwer in a mask. All the superheroes were assembled. Even Daddy took out his pistol, Hit-Girl his sharpened katana, and Kick-Ass took out his sticks in both hands and said, smiling: — It's show time!

At the same time

      Three bandits in their black Lada, having not noticed a bug on their bumper during all these three months, arrived at a large and abandoned canning factory. The plant was abandoned, since the company that produced canned food and which owned this plant was bankrupt, and no one began to buy the plant and everyone even forgot about it. They arrived there because their boss was waiting for them there, who called them to him for a very important conversation. In fact, Big Daddy simply figured out their IP addresses and hacked into their boss’s network, giving them a false call on his behalf in order to lure them into a trap. When they entered there, they did not notice the stretched thread on the floor in the darkness and fell, dropping their weapons, which Hit-Girl quickly took away and pointed at them. — Another costumed psycho? Do you have an early Halloween nest or what? — the third was indignant. — These are not toys for you, baby. Give them back! — said the second, but she shot everyone in the palms, which made them scream at once and almost didn’t feel their hands. Big Daddy, Kick-Ass and Colonel Stars immediately jumped out of the corners, grabbing each bandit's hands from behind and not letting go. Immediately, the superhero himself came out of a dark corner in a helmet, looking at them menacingly and preparing to take revenge on them. — You again? — one of them expressed himself, recognizing the loser whom they had beaten and raped at the port three months ago. - We thought you were dead. — I told you that it’s impossible to kill me. And so we met again. — Defendor answers them and takes out a bag of lemon juice, which he sprinkles through a straw onto the eyes of one of them. Lemon juice getting into his eyes stings painfully and he even screams. — Where is the capit... Ugh! That is. Where is your boss hiding? — Do you think we’ll just give it to you? We're not dumb comic book villains. — said the second of them and Defendor poured lemon juice into his eyes. — Where is he? — he repeated his question. — I don't know. — Shall we test them with a lie detector? — the superhero in a helmet with a camera asked Big Daddy. They dragged the bandits to a large photocopier, placed their faces on the glass floors and pressed them with the lids. — Where is your boss? — asked Kick-Ass. — We do not know. — they answered at once, after which Hit Girl pressed the copy button and the laser scanner illuminated their eyes and faces with a bright flash. After which a paper came out with a photograph of their faces. Hit-Girl picks them up and says: — They are lying. — she says and addresses herself. — Where is he. — We do not know. — the third repeated the answer for his partners and Hit-Girl pressed the button again, taking another photo of them with crooked faces and again listening to their screams from the fact that they were almost blind. — They're lying again. — she said, looking at the new photo. Then she pressed it again several times and took a bunch of different pictures with their crooked faces, during one more time she listened to them moaning from the fact that they almost went blind. Then the bandits were taken outside, tied with their feet to their black Lada by the bumper, and their hands were tied to sticks. Kick-Ass himself approached them and, hitting each of them in turn with a yellow-gloved fist in the nose, shouted: — I THE LAST TIME ASK YOU, ASSHOLES!!! WHERE IS YOUR DAMN BOSS??? — We told you, we don’t know! — the third answered through tears. — FINE. START UP!!! — Kick-Ass shouted to Defender, who was driving someone else’s car, starting it up and getting ready to move off in order to tear the bandits’ legs off their bodies. This time the bandits began to cry in earnest and, afraid of losing their legs, finally surrendered. — Okay okay! We'll tell you everything. — said the second, and the first continued for him: — The boss and other members of our gang gather in one cafe on Baker Street. — ARE YOU LYING AGAIN??? — Kick-Ass shouted, taking out his stick and preparing to beat their faces with it. — No, we swear. We ourselves sometimes go there when he gathers the whole gang to briefly discuss a general plan to rob banks or steal relics from the port, in secret from the police. — the third explained through tears. — Okay, we believe you. — Kick-Ass answered and waved his hand so that Defender turned off the engine and the superheroes left the abandoned plant, leaving three bandits tied in that very place. At that time, Dad answered the phone and called the police here to come and pick them up. Moreover, he called not under his nickname, but under his real name, after which he hung up and ran after his comrades.

A little bit later

      As those three bandits told them, their boss, along with a bunch of other bandits, sat in the cafe as if they were innocent individuals and simply ate the orders and drank the teas that were prepared for them. Not far from that restaurant, Defendant, Hit-Girl and a superhero named Les Franken, who unfortunately never took any nickname for himself and walked around in white rags, were hiding in the bushes. Arthur Poppington this time did not repeat his old mistake with how he refused to pick up a firearm, believing that it was only for cowards. He took his pistol, took out a listening receiver connected to his video camera and headphones, which he held in his right hand, and in his left he held a pistol. The assassin also took out her gun and loaded it. — Forward! — she says to the Defendor and the latter ran first. Les Franken at that moment lightly patted her on the shoulder, wanting to ask for something: — Can I have a gun too! — Do you even know how to shoot? — she asked him. Les at this time recalled his false memories caused by the drug, about how he came out through a brick wall and found three masked bandits and with machine guns began to shoot fireballs from his mouth at them. In fact, there were no bandits there, but he was just trying to climb over the fence from above. However, due to the drug that he took every day, which caused him to mistakenly believe that he was a real superman in the real world, he perceived everything differently. However, remembering this version, he replies: — Yes. — Okay. Hold it! — Hit-Girl says and hands the man in white his gun. — What about you without a pistol? — he asked her. — Don't worry! I um-m-m... — Looking around, Mindy notices a brick on the grass next to her and picks it up. — O! I'll shoot back with a brick if anything happens. — Okay. — He didn’t argue with her and they ran out of the bushes at the same time as the next ones. Running up to Defender, who had found the back entrance, he managed to open the door at that time, sticking smoke chewing gum on it, which immediately exploded, breaking the lock and opening the door itself. They went inside and the cooks were working inside. They looked at Defender, Hit Girl and Les as if they were mentally ill or costumed psychos. — Hello! Have you ordered a superhero themed party? — Arthur excused himself with a smile, or rather tried to. The cooks perceived them even more as crazy. The defender immediately changed his smile to a sour expression and began to grumble: — Listen! In your restaurant, in the dining room, bandits are sitting with their boss, whom you are serving, and they are now considering a plan to rob a bank. If you dare to stop us from stopping them, even the police will not stop them. So stop looking at us like idiots and let us pass peacefully!... And under no circumstances give us away! The cooks at first thought that this was a stupid excuse and one of them even decided to take the phone and call a psychiatric hospital to his cafe. The defender managed to get a slingshot and fired a nail from it, thereby breaking the phone and causing electrical flashes. — Do you, fucken assholes, have a hearing problem? — Hit-Girl hissed through her teeth and took out a pistol. Then the cooks got scared and raised their hands and retreated to the wall, allowing the supposed superheroes to walk past them through the door. They then went back to their work of preparing dishes and orders. The chef decided to leave the kitchen for now and go out through the back door to find a phone somewhere on the street and call the police along with the psychiatric clinic for these psychos in his restaurant. Defender, Hit Girl and Les walked through the table with the bar counter and hid behind a flower pot, and the first of them extended a listening device forward and carefully began to first record their boss and the bandits at the table with a camera and their voices. The boss was a little fat in appearance and had long gray hair. He himself was wearing a purple jacket and jeans with yellow boots. At this moment, Sergeant Chuck Dooney, a corrupt police officer, approaches them. — You're late, Mr. Dooney. — said the boss. — Doesn't matter. Why did you call us here? — asked the sergeant. — The cargo has left Odessa. He won't arrive for three weeks. I mean guns and girls. Sometimes one of the girls doesn't survive and it's sad. And there won’t be any problems with weapons. After all, the guns are always happy. North, south, east and west. All this will sooner or later be ours. Believe me. But first we have to throw out the trash and get rid of a few flies. It's the most important. — the boss spoke in riddles so that the people overhearing them would not understand anything. However, the bandits and the corrupt policeman understood this secret language, since they had long invented it and memorized it so as not to get burned. Big Daddy had been following them for a long time and understood this language perfectly, so what Defendor wrote down, as he thought and hoped, Big Daddy would be able to make out later from the recording what they were talking about. After what had been said, the boss went outside to smoke a little with his two henchmen, and Sergeant Dunya, along with two other bandits, remained at the table, eating up the leftover food. At that moment, Hit-Girl herself jumped onto their table, spilling a bunch of leftover food onto their clothes. Les Franken grabbed one of them by the neck from behind and placed a knife near his throat, threatening to kill him. The second bandit was also attacked by Defendor himself from behind and grabbed by the neck, holding a pistol to his head. At the same time, he himself held his head and gaze so that the camera angle fell on Hit-Girl with Sergeant Dooney. The corrupt policeman was shocked to see his old foe Defendor, who once almost killed him for that incident in the car, and two other wannabe superheroes who are now with him. The assassin grabbed him by the throat with one hand, and with the other took out a katana and threatened to swing it to cut off his head. — You are a pathetic and corrupt schmuck, not a policeman. That's who you are. — she said. — Who you are? — We? — Colonel Stars entered at that moment through the main entrance with his pistol pointed at Dunya and, smiling, intervened in the conversation. — We are good guys. — No. You are all fucken dead guys. — the sergeant answered, and Hit Girl brought him the sharp end of her sword even closer. — If you even once again dare to contact the criminals and work with them for the benefit of the fucken criminals themselves, and not for the sake of serving in the fucken police and helping innocent citizens, then we will find you, get you out of the ground, and then rip your fucken lungs out through your ass. You will turn into an eyeless, armless, legless, camel turd. And then we will hang you in this form from the top of the chandelier of this fucken restaurant. — Hit-Girl hissed through her teeth. — Okay okay. I promise. I won't work with these nits anymore. — the sergeant lied, if only they would let him go so that he could escape and warn their boss about them. — Don’t... Lie... To... Me... — the girl brought the sergeant’s face closer to hers. — Just so you know, we don't trust anyone. — Where has your boss gone now? — Defendor himself asked for Hit-Girl. Duni remained silent until he pointed his pistol at the corrupt one. — Speak! — Okay okay! He returns to the port and spends the night there from time to time under the bridge. — Duni explained. — Thank you. And now we will force you to remain silent so that you do not betray us. — The girl in the wig said and swung her katana, decapitating the sergeant and then throwing his headless corpse onto the floor. Les, in turn, stabbed the throat of the bandit he was holding, after which blood flowed from his throat in a stream and he fell to the floor and began to die. His partner was shot in the head by Defender himself. All the customers in the cafe immediately ran away from the restaurant screaming. The boss saw a crowd of panicking people leaving the restaurant, not understanding what this whole circus was about? Crimson Bolt immediately emerged from the alley, armed with two machine guns. — Behold the fury of Crimson Bolt! — he said and opened fire on the boss’s henchmen. Not because he couldn't shoot him right away or because he thought at first that they would have guns to get back at him for their boss. But simply to intimidate the boss himself and so that he, running away from fear, would lead them to his lair. And strangely enough, it worked. He ran in panic on foot and did not know that a chase had already begun for him.

In two hours

      The boss ran to his old port, where two bandits armed with machine guns were waiting for him. — Boss, what's the matter? — one of them was afraid for his boss. — I’m being chased by some costumed psychos who are dressed like superheroes for Halloween. If you see people in multi-colored suits, then immediately shoot them to kill! And this is not a joke at all. — he answered them in fear and ran through the door into the warehouse. Taking an aluminum bat from the wall, he slowly and using it in a fighting stance, crept forward, fearing that they had probably gotten ahead of him and burst inside unnoticed. Having entered the port through another exit of the warehouse, he found himself on the street, near the cargo cranes. He slowly crept forward and suddenly he was distracted by the sound made from behind two containers, from where the severed head of the most corrupt policeman rolled out, which was still bleeding. — Duni? — he recognized this severed head and realized that these costumed psychos had tracked him down and got there. He immediately threw his bat on the floor and pulled out a pistol, trembling hands trying to load it and preparing to shoot whoever dared to approach him. The boss looked around and moved the gun up, down, right and left. But for some reason there was no one else at the port except him and everything was suspiciously quiet. It was even strange. Suddenly, Papanya himself was the first to come out in his costume, reminiscent of Batman. — STOP!!! I WARN!!! I WILL SHOOT!!! — he shouted to him and immediately opened fire. He really only shot in the chest, and since Papani’s entire suit was a bulletproof vest, not one of the bullets wounded him. It didn't even make him flinch from being hit by bullets. Then the cartridges ran out and the boss, with trembling hands, began to slowly reload it, this time trying to shoot him in the head, since it was half unprotected. More precisely, it was protected, but the eyes and mouth were not protected. At that moment, Kick-Ass himself jumped up head over heels and knocked the pistol out of the boss’s hands. Then he stood in front of him, waved his arms in which he held the sticks to the sides and with one blow from his other leg threw the boss to the floor. Then Arthur Poppington himself approached the boss, pinned him to the floor with his foot, stepping on his stomach, and pointed the gun at his right shoulder and shot him. Having received a bullet in the shoulder, the boss screams and grabs him with his other hand. — Take it, Captain Industry! - he said as a joke, because in fact this gang boss was not at all the same captain of Industry that he had invented for himself. — HELP, GUYS!!! — he shouted towards the warehouse. However, his henchmen did not hear him and did not come to his aid, because Hit Girl, Colonel Stars, Crimson Bolt and Boltik at that time took over and killed each of these bandits with one of the pistols with silencers, so that they would not have time to suspect anything and warn the rest. — You are late. Nobody will save you. — says Daddy. — Bear in mind. Your bandits tried to kill me three months ago. But revenge is a thing in my area. — said Defendor. Les Franken himself immediately came out and pointed a pistol at him and threatened to shoot him. — Give up! — he told the boss. The latter managed to figure out how to reach with his whole hand his pistol, which was lying nearby, and shot Les in the head, shouting: — NEVER!!! After shouting, he picked up his aluminum bat instead of a pistol and, swinging it, knocked out Kick-Ass and Defender from their feet, after which he tried to rise to his feet. Dad chose to get his gun, but the boss knocked it out with his bat and tried to hit him too. Dad began to dodge his every swing. Les Franken, wounded in the head, fell to the floor and began to bleed. Crimson Bolt, who noticed this, widened his eyes and gasped. — KILL HIM!!! — Colonel Stars shouted as he pulled out his gun and tried to shoot him. But he forgot that his gun was not loaded at all, since in fact he did not kill anyone and did not intend to. The boss swung from above and tried to hit Papanya with all his might, but he just miscalculated. Dad managed to jump to the side, grab him by the bat and give him the end between his legs, after which he grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him back against the container, literally throwing him there. — Okay! Come on! — the boss hissed through his teeth, getting to his feet and running towards the parody of Batman. — Do you want to hit some me? He hoped to run up to him, pounce and hit him in the face, but he just ran up to him, and with one blow to the nose, Papa forced him to move away from him. Then he hits the villain again, right in the lips, from where blood began to slowly flow. The boss just got angry and nervous because of this and attacked Big Daddy, knocking him to the floor. He began to hit him in the face until Protector and Pipts came running and grabbed him from behind, pulling him towards themselves. The boss, trying to free himself, hits Kick-Ass between the legs, but he did not feel pain, since his nerve endings were killed and after this blow he did not let go. The defender reached for his aluminum bat with his free hand, allowed Kick-Ass to let him go, and with the same bat hit the boss in the face, throwing him to the side. The boss from the blow approaches the Crimson Bolt, who hits him in the ear with his wrench, leaving a bleeding wound, from which he moved away to Bolt, and she, with her sharp claws on her hands, which she herself made, scratches his face, leaving scars. Kick-Ass comes up and hits the boss from below with his sticks, throwing him towards Colonel America, who with one blow from his fist throws him closer to the edge of the platform, near the sea. — EISEN HAUVER!!! CHANCE!!! — the Colonel shouted and his faithful German shepherd in a mask comes running at his master’s signal, runs up to the crime boss and, clutching with sharp fangs, bites him by the balls, causing him to scream heart-rendingly. Mindy MacReady in a purple wig approaches the boss, whom the dog held tightly between his legs with his teeth, stepped on his stomach and swung her katana, preparing to decapitate him. — You and your gang will never roam these areas again. — she said and cuts off his head, throwing it into the sea. — Mission Complete. — thought Defendor himself and was sure that since these guys helped him take revenge on this gang, now his conscience will be clear and he can now retire. At that moment, sirens and horns were heard. — Police! — Kick-Ass guessed. — We must leave! Colonel Stars said. All the superheroes ran away from the port. Everyone except Defendor, who decided to stay put. —Aren't you coming? Arthur approached Big Daddy, took off his helmet with the camera and handed it to him, along with the rest of the details, after which he said: — Thank you for helping me take revenge on them. Now I, too, will repay you with this coin in gratitude. — What are you talking about? — Boltie didn’t understand. — I’ll stay and dump all these corpses of bandits on myself. Let them think that I did everything. — But they will imprison you or shoot you or something worse. — Big Daddy tried to dissuade him. — So what? At least I didn't live my life in vain. I have already fulfilled my duty as a superhero and now it is high time for me to retire. Even if I am destined to be punished for all these deaths.— Arthur explained. — From now on, call me Arthur Poppington! After listening to him, they ran further to take cover, leaving Arthur alone at the port. When the police arrived and saw him, they immediately pointed their guns at him. Arthur himself lay down on the ground and, with his hands behind his head, surrendered to them in good faith, allowing himself to be arrested and taken away.

Some time later

      Before the trial, Arthur was sent for questioning and given the best psychiatrist, Ellen Park, who agreed to listen to him. Arthur honestly explained everything to her about his childhood, about that. how his mother died, how he and his grandfather loved to read comics, how he went crazy and began to perceive comic book heroes as real people and mistakenly considered himself an invulnerable superhero. But then he realized that he was crazy when one day at the port three of this same gang almost killed him and also raped him. Only then did he finally understand where reality was and where lies. However, his conscience was not clear and he decided to take revenge on them. Tracked down their boss with the corrupt policeman Dunya, who helped them and killed them all. But now. when he took revenge on them, he firmly decided to quit being a superhero, since it could cost him his life. And he is ready to stop being him forever if the police themselves want it. Dr. Ellen Park listened to him, understood everything and promised to save him from prison, since he honestly realized everything and at the same time killed only criminals with a corrupt police officer. The next day, the court found him not guilty and agreed to release him on the condition that he stop being a superhero, wearing a superhero costume or something similar. And Arthur immediately agreed, without even thinking. From now on, he will start a new life with a clean slate and first of all he will go to the Carter family, live with them and take care of their nine-year-old son, sometimes protecting him from bullies at school, and sometimes helping him with his homework. Having ceased to be crazy, after that night he changed his thoughts significantly and became a completely different person who now perceives reality differently, and most importantly, in his head he always keeps the words of his old friend Dave Lizewski, also known as the superhero nicknamed Kick-Ass. — “True heroes live inside each of us, if we ourselves want to let them out. Anyone can be a superhero, and it doesn’t matter whether you have superpowers or not. It doesn't matter whether you are strong or weak. Cool and invincible or unlucky and pathetic. In order to become a real superhero, you just need to be brave, never give up, be able to learn from your mistakes so as not to repeat them, and just wear a suit and patrol your criminal streets like a guerrilla in the forest.”