My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

There was still a person hanging on Yewing's body. His right hand was caught by his arm, and he was temporarily unable to use a short stick.

But he was not in a hurry, the right hand that was caught by the opponent's arm was slightly tilted upward, and the direction of the short stick was aimed at the tattooed strong man rushing over.

boom!

A beam of blue electricity was emitted from the tip of the short stick and shot into the tattooed man's hand with a swish sound.

The tattooed man was electrocuted and let out a howl like a pig, and the dagger in his hand was thrown aside.

At the same time, twitching all over, he fell to the ground.

An ordinary bar fight, so far, is completely over.

It ended with a sweeping victory for Nightwing's side.

The bar was quiet, and everyone seemed to have pressed the mute button.

Someone stuck his head out from under the table and looked at him fearfully.

Nightwing stepped on the broken glass and walked to the bar.

His expression was very relaxed, and he didn't look like he had just finished a fight.

"One more tequila, iced."

He knocked on the bar and said to the bartender who was hiding behind the bar.

At the same time, he took out a few "Franklins" from his pocket and pressed them on the bottom of the cup. "Sorry, I broke your table."

The bartender came out from behind the bar timidly.

"Easy, I'm not a bad guy, OK?"

Nightwing lightly took a sip of the wine the bartender had prepared for him, "I was just...forced to defend myself, but because I'm in a bad mood recently, I've started a little harder. It's understandable, right?"

The bartender looked at him with frightened eyes and nodded frantically.

I'm afraid he'll beat himself up again.

After Yewing stretched his muscles and bones, he looked out the window.

Whoops!

The bat's cape flashed through the window, it was the "Batman"!

Nightwing immediately got up and chased away from the bar.

He needs to track down and find this guy and figure out why he's pretending to be Batman.

Unexpectedly upset about these guys pretending to be Batman for no reason.

I haven't even used the Batman name yet! Fake Batman is already on the streets now!

You bastard, the bat cape should also be inherited by me!

My godfather is Ye Xiao, and now I follow Batman, Genzheng Miaohong is talking about people like me!

Nightwing thought uneasily while chasing the fake Batman.

Following the shadow of the bat, Nightwing chased to the thirty-third block.

The other party dodged and flew to the rooftop of a six-story building.

It was a building with a youth hostel sign.

In order not to let the other party find out, Nightwing decided to go up from the other side.

After turning around a bit, he used the hook grappling gun to swing to another adjacent building. The rooftops of the two buildings were only about four or five meters apart.

Nightwing jumped lightly, jumped over the barrier, and jumped to the roof of the youth hostel.

Just as his feet stepped on the masonry floor of the roof, he heard a dull sound.

Muffled, like the sound of a rag bag falling to the ground.

At the same time, a black shadow flashed past from the edge of the rooftop.

Nightwing immediately ran after him.

But the figure of the other party was very fast, the cloak unfolded, and without using the gliding function, he flew into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

"Stupid girl!"

Yewing cursed secretly, turned around, walked to the edge of the rooftop, and looked down.

A slightly younger man lay down on the ground, a pool of blood formed beside his body.

I fell from the sixth floor, my head touched the ground, and it was completely over!

Still, Nightwing pulled out his phone and called an ambulance.

Was it the fake Batman who pushed people off just now?

While calling the emergency number, Yewing thought to himself.

......

"So, that's why you're listed as a suspect?"

Eric asked Nightwing with a cup of coffee.

It was already the next morning, and the location was in Eric's manor.

"Yeah, it looks like someone saw me upstairs when it happened, so—of course, I've become a suspect."

Nightwing felt that his luck was a little off.

"But no one knows who you are. Oh, thanks, Alan!"

Eric thanked Alan, the housekeeper who added coffee for himself.

After Alan walked out of the hall with graceful steps, he continued to Nightwing: "They only saw a guy with a blindfold and tights, I mean, Nightwing, you are not famous in this world. ."

Nightwing is now dressed as an ordinary person, with jeans and a white sweater, which looks very trendy.

"I don't know if I should be happy or sad."

Shrugging his shoulders, Nightwing slammed himself onto the sofa.

"Whether it is to clear the suspicion for myself or to seek justice for the unfortunate death of the child, I think it is necessary for me to find out the murderer, the 'Batman'!"

When he talked about Batman, he also turned his attention to Eric.

"You don't think that's me, do you?"

Although he was a little surprised that someone pretended to be himself so quickly, Eric said that he did not bear the blame.

"Of course not, I mean, Eric, I know it's not you, at least the other party is thinner than you." Nightwing said weakly with his chin on his hands.

"Thanks, I managed to get rid of the suspicion. By the way, if you find the **** who impersonated me, remember to give me a slap in the face."

Eric turned on the TV while talking.

Watching the current affairs news, he now needs to know the latest developments of Walter and the government~www.readwn.com~ Nightwing sighed imperceptibly.

He originally hoped that Eric could help him investigate the ins and outs of this matter, but obviously, the other party put all his energy into the fight with Walter, and did not pay too much attention to this trivial matter.

"Oh, by the way, Cullen has established a large database system. If you encounter any trouble, maybe he can help you."

Eric suddenly reminded Nightwing.

"That really...helped me a lot."

It doesn't seem like he cares at all.

Nightwing muttered to himself.

What was still on TV was the terrorist attack at the hearing yesterday.

"Authorities are working to identify the perpetrators of the attack on the Capitol... The Department of Homeland Security has issued a blood terror alert, and all government buildings in Washington have been placed under martial law and closed for an undetermined opening time," the president tweeted. rhetoric, claiming to always have confidence in our country and not be intimidated by such despicable acts..."

Eric frowned, and it seemed that Walt had succeeded in their goal - to make the people fear, and then become dependent on Walt's superheroes and Compound 5.

The news continued, "Because of the frequent terrorist attacks, the public's voice for Compound 5 is getting louder."

"I heard that Compound No. 5 has risen to five million in one dose!"

Nightwing stood beside Eric at some point, looking at the TV, and said in a flat tone.

"That doesn't sound bad!"

Eric replied casually, he also has a large number of No. 5 compounds in his hands. If he is an unscrupulous businessman, wouldn't he make a lot of money?

It's a pity that I am more keen on the work of superheroes than businessmen.