My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

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"Hello, little bird."

The moment Yewing opened the door, he saw a figure that surprised him.

A native of the motherland with smiles all over his face was standing outside the door, waving at him.

Although the other party greeted him politely, Nightwing would not think that the other party would treat him well in the future.

"Stupid girl!"

Cursing secretly, he immediately took out a smoke bomb from his pocket and threw it to the ground.

boom!

A loud bang.

The smoke immediately dissipated, filling the entire room.

Nightwing took advantage of the smoke to escape.

The natives did not pursue them.

He walked slowly into the room.

After looking around for a while, he went to the next room.

Opening the door, he saw Jon Fisher tied to a chair.

His face was covered in blood, and he was tied to a chair in embarrassment.

The pungent smell of gasoline dripped from his body, forming a small oil puddle under the chair.

"Woooooo!"

When he saw the natives coming in, his eyes lit up, and even though his mouth was gagged, he still made an indistinct sound.

The native of the motherland walked over with a blank face and took out the rag from his mouth.

"That's great, thank you for saving me, motherlander."

"Have you revealed anything to him? Jon."

Faced with the sudden question from the motherland, Jon was taken aback.

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and then he said calmly: "No, of course not, the truth is, this guy only started interrogating me when you first came in. I mean, I didn't say anything. ."

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the face of the motherland, and the smile looked very uncomfortable, "Jon, you shameless and insidious guy, lying is as easy as drinking water."

Jon Fisher moved his throat, and subconsciously looked elsewhere, "No, motherland, what I said is true."

"Of course anyone would be freaked out in that situation, freaked out, I understand you, Jon, but right now, you need to be quiet for a while, just for a..."

As he spoke, he put his hand to Jon's mouth and covered it gently.

The eyes gradually became red, and there was red energy accumulated in the eyes.

It's sizzling!

A laser beam shot out of his eye and hit Jon's.

The laser eyes emitting high temperature and dangerous energy instantly melted Jon's eyeballs, and then continued to burn away into his brain.

The intense pain stimulated Jon's body to twitch.

He wanted to let out a scream, but his mouth was tightly covered by the motherland, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Shh...!"

The native of the motherland put the other hand on his lips and made a silent motion.

The red laser melted half of Jon's head.

After twitching for a moment, he kicked his legs and died instantly.

In the eye socket area, two large holes are exposed, just like the eye sockets of black skeletons.

The black, red, and white substance was charred and melted, all mixing together, giving off a vomit-like smell.

After dealing with Jon, the native wiped his hands on his clothes, stood up, and walked out the door.

Still expressionless.

It's like just stepping on a bug just now.

Looking towards the direction where Nightwing was fleeing, he lifted his cloak and flew out with a bang.

Even if the other party has the same speed as a locomotive, he is confident that the other party cannot escape from his palm.

Buzz!

The moment Yewing escaped from the apartment, he kicked up the motorcycle, pressed the accelerator to the maximum, and ran away.

The specially designed motorcycle with increased horsepower galloped on the ground like a wild horse.

Sharp and powerful Yamaha motorcycles shuttled through the joint alley.

Take advantage of the opportunity that the other party has not yet reacted from the smoke bomb, and leave this place.

Nightwing underestimated the reaction speed of the motherland and overestimated his own escape ability.

When he left a few streets and came to a slightly isolated street, he heard a loud bang.

Just in front of him less than 20 meters away, the native landed with a bang.

The ground was shaken by the rustling of his feet, and dust splashed from the ground, filling the entire dilapidated street.

The speed of the motorcycle has exceeded 200 miles, and the brakes are too late.

Yeyi was heartbroken, and controlled the motorcycle to ram him.

At the same time, both feet on the back of the motorcycle, suddenly jumped up.

With the help of the developed muscles of the legs, it soars into the sky like a black giant eagle.

Like Eric, he used to practice gymnastics, and his body flexibility was different from ordinary people. He stretched his body in the air, flipped backwards, and landed smoothly on a street lamp on the side of the road.

The motorcycle that lost its owner rammed straight into the motherland.

Facing the motorcycle that came suddenly, he didn't blink, letting the motorcycle hit him.

boom!

There was a loud thud, followed by a tooth-crushing squeezing sound.

The motherland was hit by a high-speed motorcycle and escaped unscathed.

Instead, the motorcycle, as if it hit a concrete reinforced wall, made a bang, and then was squeezed and deformed into a pile of scrap iron.

The native moved his neck and glanced contemptuously at Yewing, who was squatting on the street lamp.

"You know what?" He walked towards Nightwing with ease. "You little owl are really good at hiding, sewers? Roofs? Abandoned nests? Or the graves of dead people? There is no trace to be found."

"But, now, you can't escape, there's not even the slightest chance."

He stretched out his index finger and waved his hand.

"Really? Then see if you can catch me."

As soon as Yewing's words fell, he jumped off the street lamp and threw his long stick at the motherland.

Stretch your body in the air, instilling all your strength into the long stick.

It's sizzling!

The natives stood still, firing red lasers from their eyes, hitting the middle of the long stick and breaking it into two pieces.

The long stick in Nightwing's hand instantly turned into two short sticks.

But with a short stick, he is more handy.

The waist and hips turned to the left, the wrists were upturned, and the short stick in the left hand stabbed the natives with the force of the stick head.

The movements are short and powerful.

The native of the motherland avoided the blow with just a slight side of his body. At the same time, he threw his fist and punched Yewing.

A simple punch~www.readwn.com~ completely exceeded Nightwing's parry response speed.

tom!

Nightwing only had to raise his arm to parry, and was knocked out by this punch.

The natives didn't want to kill him, so this punch didn't make much strength.

Even so, Yeyi was still thrown into a mess.

The blocked part of his left hand has been so painful that he lost consciousness.

"SO...Little owl, this is your skill? If it's just like that, then you're not far from death."

The natives loosened their wrists, "I'm here to prepare for a warm-up, I hope you won't let me down."

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