My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

The Long Island Manor is still brightly lit.

Harper walked around the room worried.

She was wearing a snow-white silk pajamas, which completely covered her perfect figure.

Panic level: 1 million, if measured on a scale from 1 to 10.

She secretly set a definition for her mood.

She thought of what Eric said to her when he left the manor in the morning: "I'll be back later, if there are no surprises."

Eric then kissed her forehead and walked to the door before she could say anything.

Harper's mood instantly turned panicky.

Than this morning thought he was going to roll over on the bed and pinch her on the cheek and say "I had a great time Harper thank you for making such great memories" before blinking and saying "goodbye" even more fear.

She couldn't tell if what Eric said was good or bad.

what!

I have to settle down, focus, and think about what I can do to help Eric.

Alice Carter, what would you do if it were you?

She thought of the protagonist of her fantasy novel.

Just as she was pacing the hall anxiously, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Lean walked in with a worried expression, "Harper, it looks like Eric is in some trouble."

Lean turned on the TV as he spoke.

On the TV, a weirdo wearing a skull mask was standing in front of Eric, trying to lift his mask.

Seeing this scene, Harper almost fainted in fright.

Lean quickly supported her.

"We've got to trust him, he's got to be okay, he's got to handle it. You know, he's always been so strong."

Lean took Harper's hand, trying to give her some warmth.

Although her hands are cold now.

Hearing that a missile carrying a biochemical agent was about to be launched towards New York, the hearts of the two men clenched again.

Not only is the lover in danger, but the city is in danger as well.

Double bad news!

Fortunately, the Skeleton's attempt to uncover Eric's identity was successfully foiled.

Although the identity of the mysterious man in the red hood who helped Eric is unknown, Harper is grateful for him.

The two were watching TV when they heard a faint commotion outside.

"what happened?"

"It's not very good."

Cullen, wearing a high-pointed hat, hurried in from the outside. "Everyone was scared when they heard the news that New York might be attacked by a biochemical attack. There were already rioting people on the streets."

The US imperialists often cause riots from time to time, and then some citizens take the opportunity to smash, smash, loot and burn.

It seems that this has become a tradition.

Harper instructed Cullen to close the gate, and let him open the manor defense system set up by Eric, and at the same time let him wake up the security of the manor.

Even though she was worried, she still calmly ordered everyone to do things.

"Cullen, I need to do one more thing."

After thinking about it, Harper said the last thing he asked Cullen to do, "one thing to dispel everyone's fear."

......

"Hey, hey, Dad!"

"Hmm...Huey? Where have you been? It's been a month since you left home last time. I thought you were injured or kidnapped. People smuggling..."

Huey's father also seemed to be a chatter. Although he was very upset when he was woken up from his sleep just now, when he heard that it was his son, the words began to flow incessantly.

"Hey Dad..."

Huey interrupted his father's words, he covered his phone nervously to his ear, "You must get up now! Immediately!"

"What? It's four o'clock in the morning, do you think it's necessary? Huey, are you really kidnapped and need me to pay the ransom immediately?"

"No, listen, New York is very dangerous right now!"

Huey looked at the weirdo with the skull mask on the TV and exhaled, "In about a few minutes, I don't know how many minutes, but soon, New York City will be attacked by biochemical agents. You need to find a basement, preferably It was an underground nuclear blast shelter, and I remember there was an underground parking lot near us, maybe you could go there."

"Bring a wet towel and a gas mask? I remember Aunt Bonadayt..."

Huey is calling his father, reminding him to take refuge quickly.

On the other side, Frankie and "Breast Milk" are preparing gas masks and antidote.

This is a basement, and it should be able to delay the spread of the poison better than the ground building.

"Butcher" Butcher stood in front of the TV, folded his hands on his chest, staring at Batman on the TV without blinking.

He didn't seem to be taking risks.

"Hey, Butcher, act fast, New York is going to end!"

Frankie patted Butcher's arm.

"Action? Like you, walking around like a turkey? Handing out some biscuits or something, thinking you'll stop this crisis?"

Butcher scoffed disdainfully.

"There's nothing we can **** do but put our hopes in this bastard!"

Butcher pointed his finger at Batman on TV~www.readwn.com~ pray this **** makes it! Otherwise we will all go to hell. "

Vaguely, Butcher had a shred of confidence in Batman.

This kind of feeling is very strange, you know, he has always hated those so-called superheroes before, and wished they all died.

A group of Bichi "entertainment stars" who have made a name for themselves and have done all their bad deeds, wearing the cloak of a savior, can act arbitrarily and trample on the lives and dignity of ordinary people.

Such a **** can't get the slightest respect and favor from him.

However, for this Batman who was born out of nowhere, he had a vague feeling in his heart that this **** was different from other bastards.

He covered his face and never showed his true face.

Although it is shown as a fearful bat in the dark night, it is not fear, but hope.

Maybe if the superheroes were all **** like him, then Becca wouldn't have been hurt, and I wouldn't have been a mouse in hiding.

he thought to himself.

Looking back, I found that everyone was staring at him with a strange look, especially Xi Meizi, whose eyes were very strange.

It seems to be getting to know him again.

"What?"

Butcher shrugged. "Looking at me like that, I got a **** juniper on my face?"

"Breastmilk" pinched her chin thoughtfully, "I remember you hated Batman."

"Of course, I hate him so much now too!"

Butcher's mouth curled into a smirk, "Like I hate super hot girls."

Frankie whispered into Huey's ear, "He hates the Spice Girls, but he often listens to their songs in private."

Huey nodded.

I understand a bit!

This should be the disgust of integrity!