My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Seeing the end of the war, Nightwing can finally get out of the Batmobile safely.

"What's up with him?"

Eric tightened his helmet to make his injured head feel more comfortable.

"Obviously, the people of the motherland are indulging in the illusory world they created, and they can't wake up now."

"Wow!"

Nightwing was wearing a blindfold over his eyes at this time, looking unexpectedly handsome.

He looked at the natives with cloudy eyes and said, "Like an illusion created by Maxwell Lauder?"

(Maxwell Lauder, the super villain of the DC world, has powerful mind control ability, one of the former members and opponents of the Justice League International, he can create hallucinations, let people see, feel and experience anything he wants. thing. By the way, Maxwell also made a cameo in the movie Wonder Woman 1984.)

"No, I'm not creating hallucinations, I'm just magnifying his inner fears and making him fall into his own nightmare."

The poison provided by "Poison Ivy" is a mix of phytochemicals and hormones from her body. It can let emotionally broken enemies fall into their own illusions and face the most feared objects in their deep subconscious.

If you can't break free or defeat the monsters in your subconscious mind, you may not be able to wake up all the time.

Just like being pulled into a higher-level dream state during sleep, even the strong stimulation of foreign objects may not be able to wake them up.

The monsters that have been transformed from the hearts of the people of the motherland can be known without a closer look.

It is nothing more than that he has once again become a guy that no one loves, and is abandoned by everyone.

"So what do we do next? Kill this guy? It's a bit of a hassle for me because I don't have anything like a kryptonite scalpel."

Yewing looked at the natives who had lost the ability to resist, and complained.

This guy is invulnerable, nothing like poison gas or bombs can hurt him. Even if he was thrown into the sea, I'm afraid he would be able to drift for months without incident.

"If you have another thing, it must be able to solve him!"

"What?" Nightwing was a little puzzled.

"magic."

"Forehead......"

In the face of Eric's cold-faced complaints, Nightwing smiled awkwardly, "People like me are generally insulated from magic. By the way, is there magic in this world? Or a jeep like Mrs. Sandu Crystal ball magic, or an ancient Chinese divination ritual?"

Nightwing whistled, "That must be fun."

Eric ignored Nightwing's nonsense. He noticed that this guy had a tendency to change direction recently.

Regarding magic, Eric naturally did not say anything casually.

He now has the greatest "money" ability, and with the help of the occultist Li'an, he will naturally march towards the mysterious side.

Magic, this magical and magnificent strange world, is naturally the top priority of Eric's investigation.

With the investment of a lot of money and manpower, it seems that new discoveries have been made.

However, before continuing to investigate further, these things happened on Governor's Island.

Taking a deep breath, Eric let his thoughts turn to his eyes.

Magic things are too far away, so focus on what's in front of you.

"So...how the **** do we do it? Is there really nothing that can kill him except magic?" After walking around, Nightwing found that there was still no way to kill the natives.

Nightwing is a member of the crime syndicate of Earth 3. Unlike Nightwing in the main world, he adheres to the principle of no murder.

On the contrary, in the face of the enemy, he is sometimes extremely ferocious.

Not to mention facing the people of the motherland who had abused him.

"Of course there are, and there are quite a few, a large area of ​​missile washing, or a nuclear bomb."

Eric gave his answer.

"What?"

Nightwing's eyes widened, as if hearing an unbelievable answer.

"You said a nuclear bomb? You don't mean to use a nuclear bomb, do you?"

Of course Eric didn't want to bomb the motherland with a nuclear bomb, and he didn't have the conditions to get a nuclear bomb.

The people of the motherland are not invincible, at least if the US military wants to be ruthless and sacrifice tens of thousands of people, they can definitely kill him.

Unlike Superman, the motherland has a kryptonian physique and can use the radiation of the yellow sun to absorb energy.

His own abilities were cultivated by compound No. 5 and artificially. No matter how powerful he was, he could never escape the shackles of energy.

That is, the survival and activities of the motherland must be provided by the metabolic cycle of the human body.

Once his circulatory metabolic activity stagnated, unable to provide him with energy, he fell into a state of collapse.

Using a large-yield missile to wash the ground, or a strategic nuclear missile with a 1 million-ton TNT equivalent, will quickly consume and absorb the energy in his body.

Unable to use energy, you will fall into a situation of weakness and even death.

Of course, the natives of the motherland are not fools. He has super speed and super hearing, as well as the heat vision of energy release. He will not be bombed by nuclear bombs obediently.

Based on this, Eric decided to build a prison for him.

A hodgepodge prison simulating deadly acute nuclear radiation ~www.readwn.com~ Neutrons (thermal and fast neutrons), X-rays, gamma rays, fission fragments, alpha particles, and high-energy free electrons (beta rays) The dangerous prison of the motherland will always weaken the superpower of the motherland.

A chronic nuclear explosion, even if it didn't kill him, would leave him in a constant state of weakness.

As for the prison, let's call it "Black Gate Prison".

Eric thought wickedly.

Put the comatose natives into the Batmobile, instruct Nightwing to drive the Batmobile out of here, and go to the missile launch pad to join the Starlight.

As for Eric himself, he still has unfinished business.

Pull out the deep sea peeping from a dark corner and throw it to the ground.

"Have you seen it all?"

Eric approached him hoarsely and asked word by word.

Seeing Eric approaching like a **** of death, the deep sea curled back like a lamb.

Although he didn't understand why the natives, who had the upper hand, were turned over by Batman in an instant.

But that didn't stop him from being afraid of the man in front of him.

"Yes, I saw it all, no, no..."

Deep Sea quickly changed his words, "I didn't see anything, I mean, I don't know anything."

His lips were trembling, an expression like I'm listening to you, please don't hurt me.

"..."

In the face of this kind of guy, Eric is too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

He grabbed it and threw it near the explosion-proof door. "Guard the people inside, and don't let any militiamen come over, understand?"

"Yes... yes, sir."

Deep Sea nodded timidly, "I won't let anyone approach."

Zizi!

Suddenly, a "rustle" sound came from Eric's communication channel.