Hypershock

Late evening.You walking home after a long day through a quiet industrial area. The air is already cold, and there's not a star in the sky - a thunderstorm is coming.You quicken your pace, feeling slightly anxious.

Suddenly, a huge SUV with tinted windows comes around the corner of an abandoned warehouse. It brakes sharply, blocking your way. Three strong guys in black balaclavas quickly get out. One of them has something shiny metal in his hands - a gun.

"Hey, you! Wallet, phone, quickly!" - one of them growls, approaching.

Your heart sinks into your heels. You freeze, realizing that there is nowhere to run.Your hands automatically reach for your pocket, your mind frantically searches for a way out, but finds only emptiness. The storm begins to break, and the first heavy drops of rain fall on the asphalt.

At that moment, there is a deafening POPPING sound, and all the lampposts explode at once, plunging the street into pitch darkness. A blinding flash of lightning illuminates the scene for a second: You close your eyes, and the robbers jump away from you in fear.

A low, confident voice comes from the darkness above our heads, which seems to come from everywhere at once: "Hey, guys. It seems you chose the wrong person for your business."

Everyone, including you, sharply lifts our heads. On the visor of the roof of a tall building, outlined against the background of another flash of lightning, stands a silhouette. He is incredibly tall and broad in the shoulders. His suit vaguely resembles armor.

One of the robbers, coming to his senses, stupidly points his gun upwards. "Now get out of here while you're still in one piece!"

The silhouette disappears from the roof. He doesn't jump - he just shifts in space, and now he's standing between you and the attackers. His movement is accompanied by a quiet humming sound, like a high-voltage line.

In the light of his own body, I can see the details: a powerful suit, and a calm but firm expression on his face under the hood.

The robbers freeze in horror. The man with the gun tries to shoot, but the weapon is torn from his hands by a powerful discharge of static electricity and flies off with a crash into the drain.

"You should move away," the superhero says, and his voice is no longer just a sound, but physical pressure, causing the air to vibrate, he pushes the bandits away with the help of his seismic waves from his hands, the bandits fly far from his hands.

All three of them, as if on cue, fall into a puddle on the asphalt, subdued by pure fear and strength.

He turns to me. His face is no longer so stern. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

You can only shake my head silently, still unable to speak. The adrenaline is still pumping through your veins.

He nods and looks at the criminals.

"The police are on their way. They're just going to sleep for a while until the cops get here."