My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

But Maeve was the best one to deal with.

Because she doesn't have a bottom line like the others in the group of seven, she cares about her feelings as an ordinary person very much, and will be distracted by various disturbances.

Just giving her a little bit of misleading information, such as her girlfriend being in danger, puts her in an immediate negative state.

At the same time, Maeve has the characteristics of a fever for fighting and an unusual self-confidence, and can use virtual devices to plunge her into endless battles.

As for the natives, he himself does not seem to have any weaknesses.

He doesn't have the obvious weaknesses of kryptonite and the red sun like Superman.

Unlike the heroes of the Justice League, they have emotional bonds that can be threatened.

Eric looked at the doubtful motherlander and said, "You, motherlander, you seem helpless, is there really nothing that can hurt you? At first, I also had such doubts, until I met to a person."

"Who?"

"Of course we can't name her."

Eric shrugged.

He doesn't seem to be worried at all about his current situation.

"The moment I saw her, I thought of a sentence, 'Nature always wins', even a guy like you can't compete with nature."

"Nature?"

The people of the motherland sneered, "Flood, or mudslide, or earthquake? It's embarrassing, you don't want to use that thing to deal with me, right?"

"Of course not, but you'll see soon. But before that, I'm going to show you something."

Eric took out a small monitor while talking, opened it, and a video was playing on it.

The native turned his attention to the monitor in Eric's hand, and he was a little confused about what this guy was going to do.

The video seems to be shot with a mobile phone, and the protagonist is him.

Wearing a battle uniform and an American cape, he was standing in a courtyard.

In the humble courtyard, militiamen dressed in the Middle East held guns and shot at him.

A string of red hot eyes flashed from the eyes of the motherland, shooting towards the opponent's chest.

puff!

The militiaman's heart was pierced by the heat sight, and he immediately fell to the ground.

At the same time, an exclamation came from behind the fallen militiamen.

A woman and girl in a headscarf threw herself on the sound of a bleeding man, crying bitterly.

The hot sight of the motherland, while killing the "terrorist", also shot an irrelevant civilian to death.

The native swallowed and spit. He remembered that he had indeed shot and killed several civilians when he was on a mission to clear terrorists in a certain country in the Middle East.

He thought that the Water Company had settled the matter, but he did not expect that someone still took the video.

Heck, does anyone else in that place have a cell phone?

Are those people in the crisis public relations department of Walter Corporation eating shit?

Eric put away the player, "Very well, it seems that you have seen the protagonist of the story. I also want to tell you some unfortunate news. This video has already started circulating on the Internet, and everyone has seen you. A magnificent scene."

The people of the motherland suddenly felt a world spin.

"Are you all right? You don't look very good."

Eric deliberately pretended to be concerned.

"Hi, motherlander, how are you? motherlander?"

The familiar voice brought the motherland back to reality.

"Ok?"

When the native turned his head, he found himself sitting in the nanny's car, next to Ashley who was worried.

"Where's Batman?"

He didn't understand why he was in the nanny's car in an instant.

Aren't you fighting that **** Batman?

"Batman? Who is that?"

Ashley had a confused look on her face.

The people of the motherland have fallen into a state of extreme mania because their own killing of civilians has spread to the Internet.

He yelled at Ashley with a grim expression: "Do you think I'm a fool? Or do you think it's **** funny?"

Ashley was immediately stunned.

Holding the itinerary in his right hand, he didn't dare to take a breath.

She has always been afraid of the moody natives.

"I...sorry..."

She stammered an apology.

Seeing that Ashley's face didn't seem to be fake, the natives took a deep breath.

Turning to the tablet in her hand, she asked, "What are you watching? Videos of Middle Eastern refugees?"

"Forehead......"

Ashley watched the video of the motherland killing civilians in the Middle East on the tablet, and said cautiously, "Motherlander, I hope you get my permission before going there."

"God! I don't need you to agree to anything, Ashley. I saw an easy opportunity to defeat the enemy, and I took it. How many views are there now?"

Although he was very puzzled why he came directly to the nanny car, the natives immediately turned their attention to the important matter of their own reputation.

Ashley held the folder and explained, "This was uploaded last night. We deleted it all 17 minutes after it was uploaded. But it was too late. There are still some aftermath."

"Aftermath?"

The corner of the motherland's eyes twitched, "Okay, that's fine, then my approval rating has dropped by one point? One point five, or two points?"

"cough......!"

Ashley coughed ~www.readwn.com~ with a very unnatural expression, "Nine-five."

"Nine-o'clock-five?"

The natives tensed their faces and asked Ashley word for word.

Ashley's body trembled slightly, not daring to look directly into his eyes.

Accidentally revealing the tablet in her hand.

The latest news is playing on the tablet.

The people of the motherland focused their attention on it and found that it was news about themselves.

The news image is of a crowd of protesters, holding signs and placards, standing in front of the Water Building, demonstrating in protest.

The slogans read "the people of the motherland are war criminals", "the people of the motherland kill civilians" and so on.

"They're protesting against me?"

The natives seem to have seen something incredible.

Ashley bit her fingernails, "They... they've been protesting in front of the Water Building all morning."

"Then why the **** didn't you tell me earlier?"

The natives stared at Ashley with a look of choosing someone else, "Damn it! I killed those **** for them. What do they think 'save America'? It's just empty words? "

"As far as we speak, the PR department is drafting a response, preparing an apology or something," Ashley explained.

"No, no apology, you are preparing for a media meeting, and I will clarify it myself."

The natives walked around impatiently.

"But..." Ashley looked at the motherland before saying anything, "Mr. Edgar, and the Legal Department, I hope your official response at this time is 'no comment'."

"Please, don't see the media until the emergency response team comes up with actionable strategies, okay?"

Ashley said to the natives in a pleading tone.