My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

There seemed to be a sour taste in Max's words.

He seems very dissatisfied with his boyfriend's beckoning.

"Because Stephen's young, isn't he? He's cute enough too, his grandma's wait and see, just when we thought all that stuff was over..."

Max put down the newspaper in his hand and turned the high chair under his hips to face Eric's direction.

"That guy is such a person. He crawled out of the grave when he died, so we couldn't live in peace."

After saying these words, he got off the chair and walked out the door.

Leaving Eric and Nightwing looking at each other on the spot.

This guy named Max seems to be quite dissatisfied with the relationship between Stephen and the bartender.

The bartender covered his forehead, quite a headache.

He made a helpless expression and said to Eric: "Sorry, let you see the joke, he is older than me, for me and other young people... Forget it, I don't know why I'm going to tell you this."

Eric made a nonchalant expression and held the soda glass in his hand, "After all, we look more reliable. Do you have anything to add? For example, does he have any suicidal tendencies?"

"God, of course not!"

The bartender denied Eric's speculation, "He just came out and hasn't told his friends yet. He's just at a stage that most of us have passed, and that's not a good thing. "

"I chatted with him, that's why he went to see Sweeping Wing."

"and many more!"

Hearing Sweeping Wing's name, Eric immediately interrupted the bartender, "You mean Sweeping Wing?"

The bartender leaned forward. "Don't you know? Sweeping wings, **** superhero!"

"He goes to club parties a lot, like in the comics. Kind of like a **** talk show on TV. I think it's nice to have some superheroes backing us up, although it's kind of funny that someone in fancy dress teaches you about viruses."

The bartender casually talks about his thoughts on the superhero Sweepwing.

Eric on the other side listened to the bartender's nonsense, pinched his chin with his right hand, and began to think.

Stephen once tried to find Sweeping Wing to solve his troubles, which means that the last person who had an intersection with Stephen was Sweeping Wing.

Eric identified the target as Sweeping Wings.

The next step is to find this guy named Sweeping Wing and investigate!

On the way back, Eric asked Nightwing, "So...what do you think? Sweeping Wing, a guy with a similar name to you."

Nightwing didn't feel anything, "This world seems to have been changed by some inadvertent magic, let alone swept wings, I also think it is very possible that a Robin will appear."

"However, this guy is very suspicious, and we will target him for the investigation!"

Nightwing quickly turned his attention to the case.

Eric investigated the information of Sweeping Wing through the personal terminal computer, "Sweeping Wing, the follower of the high-tech iron cavalry, the first Ledio, changed his name to Sweeping Wing after flying solo. The super ability is... It seems that there is no such thing as With super powers, he can fight criminals with the flying equipment that the high-tech iron cavalry equips him with. Besides, he seems to be a masked guy, but, um..."

Eric paused, "His identity is semi-public, it seems that many people know his true identity."

"Looks like you, Dick."

"No!"

Dick quickly waved his hand, "I'm not gay."

The two were walking down New York Avenue when Dick rolled his eyes when he noticed a comic book stand.

A comic book stand that sells superheroes.

Nightwing stopped, poked around the booth, and found a comic called "Sweeping Wings".

With curiosity, Nightwing flipped through the comics.

"Nobody asks you how to live your life, even if you're gay, that's who you are..."

Yewing read out the lines from the manga, "The fonts are all bold, like a bowl of rich chicken soup for the soul. It seems that the manga has portrayed him well."

Nightwing put down the comic and said with emotion: "Superheroes have their own comics, it sounds great! It makes me want to make a comic about "Nightwing", and the sales must be good."

"Dude, just this one, how much is it?"

Nightwing paid the vendor owner to buy the comic.

It looks like he has no small interest in superhero comics.

After a little episode, the two returned to the manor.

Eric entrusted Cullen to help him investigate the details of some high-tech cavalry and sweptwing.

Like Nightwing, relying on comics to obtain real information is the most unreliable thing.

"I obtained a piece of video data by invading Walter's large database system, which is about the high-tech iron cavalry. I think this may help you."

Cullen quickly got a document.

“The efficiency is very good!”

Patting Cullen on the shoulder, Eric stood behind him and carefully watched this video with him.

Nightwing also came up curiously.

The location in the video seems to be a psychotherapy room.

A psychiatrist sits on the sofa ~www.readwn.com~ and performs psychotherapy on a man who is completely wrapped in a huge armor.

The blue one gives a strong visual shock, with sharp wings on both sides of the shoulders and back, and a circle of boosters similar to a rocket engine on the head.

This armor looks domineering.

However, the owner of the armor looked decadent, sitting on the small bench and complaining to the doctor.

"Doctor, there's no way I can stop that shit."

The psychiatrist took a pen and recorded in the notebook, "Well, maybe we can start over and talk about your problem in detail."

The high-tech iron cavalry was wrapped in armor, and his face could not be seen clearly, only a humming sound could be heard.

"OK, here's the thing, I was on patrol in Bayonne, and I was on the air patrol with Stova, the psychic robot. It was all about errands, like clocking in for work.' Time to go home. Now, I'm going to try an onion cookie', just as I was thinking..."

His voice gradually became lower, "In an instant, an idea came into my mind: God, the **** of the mind robot is so upturned!"

"It's like...like five cigarettes of pastrami on a slice of brown bread, but without that much mustard on it. Well, it feels like cheering on the Yankees, or getting a A peerless car! Look at it! The buttocks of the psychic robot are simply amazing!"

When the psychiatrist heard this, he looked at the high-tech iron cavalry with a perverted look of disgust.

At the same time, Nightwing, who was watching this video, suddenly felt a danger approaching him, his buttocks.

He swallowed involuntarily and touched his buttocks at the same time.

It's okay, everything is fine!