My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Quantum Kickstarter? Sounds like something, I think, I've got Batman's lifeblood!"

The location is Gotham City, and the Riddler steals a magical thing from Batman.

The equipment that looks a lot like a VR virtual reality controller lies quietly in a black metal box, exuding a strange luster.

A stream of pure energy continuously radiates from above.

The Riddler wanted to play a game, so he hid the Quantum Kickstarter where he thought it was safest.

But now, he is being targeted by a troublesome man.

Not Batman, but one of the last guys he wanted to deal with.

"So... let's guess a riddle, when is a door not a door? Do you feel uncomfortable, the answer seems to be on your lips, but you can't guess it."

The Riddler said to each other in the communicator.

"You are challenging my patience!"

The other party didn't seem to want to play this game with him.

"The answer is, when the door is half-closed. OK, let's just guess a simple one, what is going around the city and never moving?"

The Riddler sat in a room with a monitor and continued to ask each other.

A moment of silence answered him.

Riddler smacked his lips, feeling a little disappointed.

"The answer is the city wall!"

He took the initiative to reveal the mystery.

"What do you want, Sigma?" The other's patience was at its lowest point.

The Riddler showed a smug expression, put his hands together and put it on his chin, "I have the final say, so it's up to me to ask the question now and try to keep up with my speed."

"What's yours, but others often use it more than you?"

The Riddler came up with another riddle.

This time the other party quickly guessed the answer, "Your name!"

"Oh?"

The riddleman showed an unexpected expression, "Have you heard this riddle?"

"No, I use Google! Like everyone else!"

The Riddler was silent.

After a while, he raised his head and asked in an unhappy tone, "Why are you talking to me like this, Waller?"

A woman named Waller stood in the combat conference room with a smile on her lips, "It's very simple, because I need your chatter to locate you!"

"My... what?"

The Riddler didn't seem to react for a while.

boom!

A violent explosion sounded from behind him.

The ceiling he was in was bombed with a big hole.

Then the rope hung down, and the special forces on the helicopter slid down the rope and quickly landed on the ground.

The assault rifle in his hand aimed at the Riddler.

The red laser pointer flashed densely, aiming at the Riddler.

"Hands up, hands up for me to see!"

The leader of the special forces commander shouted to the Riddler.

The Riddler immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Take him away, don't be merciful!"

The corner of Waller's mouth showed a victorious expression.

Everything is planned.

Catch the Riddler and find out the Quantum Enabler, that's her purpose!

The Riddler was grabbed by the special forces by the arm, twisted behind his back, and pushed to the front of the console.

Twisting his arm, he forcefully pressed his face against the cold mechanical shell.

The Riddler who was in a desperate situation did not have the consciousness of being a prisoner. He turned his head and asked the soldiers around him: "Let's guess another riddle. Why didn't I stop when I was ahead?"

Snapped!

As soon as the Riddler's voice fell, the lights in the entire hall instantly went out.

Darkness immediately surrounded the wide space.

Waller, who was watching the live broadcast through the soldier's monitoring equipment, froze, and a bad premonition came to his mind.

"Report now! Report now! What happened?"

She hurriedly asked the soldiers at the scene.

The special forces did not have time to respond to him. Facing the dark environment and the enemies that may appear at any time, they need to pay full attention!

"All turn on the night vision goggles! Guard the four directions!"

The commander of the special forces gave orders to his subordinates.

pat!

The night vision device carried by the special forces helmet was turned on, and the strength instantly returned to normal.

Everything around him became a terrifying existence in the night vision device.

The commander of the special forces team slightly adapted to the vision of the night vision goggles, then raised his gun and looked in another direction.

Something suddenly appeared, which scared him into a cold sweat.

After he saw what it was, he immediately shouted, "God, it's Batman!"

It was Batman who suddenly appeared and immediately plunged the surrounding into darkness!

Batman threw a flashbang to the ground.

boom!

The flashbang made a crackling sound.

Immediately, the surrounding area lit up with white light, and the night instantly turned into day.

The eyes of the special forces were irradiated by the dazzling white light, and they went blind in an instant.

"Shet! Shoot!"

With the captain's order, gunshots sounded immediately.

The sound of gunshots burst open like fried beans.

In the dark night, along with the sound of gunfire, there were screams from the soldiers.

The sound of **** to the flesh, the sound of the body falling to the ground, constantly sounded from the unknown dark space.

Waller could only analyze from the flickering images what was going on.

Staring at the display screen in front of him with a frown, Waller pressed a red button on the panel. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Said to the communicator: "I called the priority UV, formed the X task force, we have another suicide mission!"

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and turned his eyes to the monitor.

There is no sound or picture on the display.

Apparently, her special team is completely over and it was taken out by Batman!

......

Eric is continuing his investigation into Stephen's death at the Big Red Chicken.

The bartender who took a few pictures of "Franklin" seemed to relax a bit.

"So, what do you want to know?"

"What do you think of Stephen?"

"Well," the bartender picked up a glass of beer, "I don't know, I think Stephen has always been... vulnerable, confused, because he looks depressed most of the time."

"I also like to be coquettish, don't forget this!"

The uncle who was sitting on the other side of the bar reading the newspaper spoke.

Without raising his head, he continued to look at the newspaper, his expression did not fluctuate at all, as if it was not him who spoke just now.

"Max!"

The bartender seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the bespectacled, gentle uncle. He frowned and shouted.

The guy named Max continued to stare at the newspaper and said casually, "What? Is there any problem? It's just helping the police officers assess the facts of the case, just exercising their civic duty... "

The bartender explained to Eric helplessly, "That's Max, my boyfriend, he has some personal opinions on this case."

"I believe that I am more qualified to talk about these contents than anyone else. After all, I spend night after night here, watching the last charming young man look at you up and down."