My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

The high-speed rail and Tieqi became more and more excited, "Then, there are other ideas... just like just now, I don't know where that idea came from, but he is very reasonable, he appeared, and I could hardly control it. my own**."

The psychiatrist estimated that the first time he encountered such a strange patient, he was stunned for a while, so that he did not react.

After a long while, he asked slowly, "You... what were you doing at that time?"

"No, we are in the sky, of course I won't do it!"

"But since then," Gaoke Tieqi spread his hands, "whether it's a side of beef, or my niece's chinchilla, or even a hole found in the wall of my cave, I can't help it... "Doctor, what the **** am I supposed to do?"

The psychiatrist pushed his glasses slightly.

Bulling!

There is light reflected from above.

"Is your **** nice?"

"what?"

The high-tech iron cavalry didn't quite understand what the doctor meant.

"I mean, Psychobot has a nice ass, right?"

Gaoke Tieqi was a little mad, "How the **** do I know?! He is a psychic robot, a male telepathy machine!"

"I just wanted to know..."

"I know what the **** you're thinking, it's not what you think, understand? I'm not that kind of person, and I've never been like that."

The high-speed rail rider's tone became more and more excited, "Doctor, I'm not gay, I don't feel that way. I've read a lot of books, so I'm well aware of the popular pseudo-psychology on this issue, and I can assure you: I don't meet any standards. , and without any prejudice!"

He showed a sad expression, "Since my sister found out that I was quietly burying chinchillas, she has not let me near her child...I need help!"

The psychiatrist pondered for a while, "You put it...***** to death?"

The high-speed rail rider tried to justify himself, "That...that's just an accident, just like an elephant and a mouse, the proportions are a bit out of line..."

After thinking about it, the doctor organized the language, "Did you have a very strong urge at that stage? That's why...?"

"yes."

Gao Ke Tieqi admitted, "Like last night, Ledio heard the sound of me drying the exhaust pipe of the Tektronix, and I assure you, there is a reason. However, fortunately he is not so smart, he can't hear me what to do."

"Ledio?"

"It's my sidekick, don't think about it, doctor!"

"OK!"

The psychiatrist closed the notebook and put the coffee cup in his hand on the table.

"No matter how much progress we make, it's going to be a lot of work, and I have to get my appointment book, are you sure you don't want a cup of coffee?"

The doctor stood up and signaled that today's conversation was over, and he went to get the appointment book to record the next conversation time.

Half a minute later, he walked into the room with the appointment book, "Are you free on Friday?"

As I spoke, I picked up my coffee cup.

"Oh no!"

He looked at the tattered paper cup he had been poked, and asked the high-speed rail rider, "It wasn't my cat who did it, right? You did it?!"

The high-speed rail rider's expression was a little unnatural, he scratched his neck, and asked the doctor, "Do you have something like burn cream?"

The blue veins on the doctor's face burst out, pointing in the direction of the door, and roaring, "Get out! Get the **** out of my office and never come in again!"

......

After watching this video, the three fell into silence.

Eric turned his attention to Nightwing.

There are rumors in the superhero world, Nightwing's hip, DC's soul.

From this, you can imagine how prominent Nightwing's buttocks are in a group of superheroes.

It is estimated that only Captain America who can compete with him is "I can play like this all day".

Now, a pervert who is obsessed with the unexplainable has appeared, and Eric feels that Nightwing's hips are in danger.

After coughing hard, Eric said to Nightwing, who was still thinking: "Why don't you hand over the investigation to me? I'm going to visit the high-tech iron cavalry, I think, you follow me, this Maybe not a good idea."

What Eric meant was that in case the high-tech iron cavalry went crazy, he would rush towards Nightwing desperately.

That was an absolute disaster.

"Cough cough..."

Nightwing pretended to nod, "I agree!"

Eric paused, couldn't help his curiosity, and asked Nightwing: "I heard that you had a conflict with a women's clothing boss yesterday, but..."

Eric asked in a deadly tone: "Didn't you ever be Batgirl? Why are you so disgusted...I thought you would have a common language."

Nightwing's mouth twitched.

"I refuse to answer this question!"

"Hey, there's an update! About Sweeping Wings!"

Cullen suddenly shouted, interrupting Eric's conversation with Nightwing.

"what?"

"It's bad news, Sweeping Wing is dead!"

After Cullen slapped on the computer, a piece of text news appeared on the big screen.

"Superhero Sweepwing was killed when his jetpack malfunctioned while flying over Staten Island, causing him to fall from the sky!"

Seeing this news, Eric's expression immediately became serious.

"...Was it done by the High-Tech Knights? Killing people or something like that?" Nightwing speculated ~www.readwn.com~ Maybe, maybe not, but it seems that the other party is already on guard! "

Eric picked up the scarf on the hanger and walked outside.

"I'm going to the high-tech iron cavalry, Nightwing, stay here!"

"Hey, wait..."

Yewing was about to stop Eric when he suddenly thought of the perverted gaze of the high-tech knight, and immediately persuaded.

Although the high-tech knight is hidden in the armor, he does not show his true face.

But his real identity information has always been stored in Walter's big database system. Walter even has the black material of the high-tech knights, and the identity information is not a problem.

And his identity is not secret, it has almost become a semi-open secret.

Drive your car to the Upper West Side of Manhattan.

It may be because of the terrorist attack that there are few pedestrians and cars on the road, so Eric quickly arrived at the destination - a single-family mansion.

The high-tech knight is an Internet rich man with assets of tens of millions, so of course the house he lives in cannot be shabby.

Get out of the car and ring the doorbell.

The doorbell of "ding dong ding dong" kept ringing, but there was no response from inside.

And there is a **** smell that seems to be absent from the inside of the mansion.

Did something go wrong in there?

Eric looked up at the iron gate and decided to sneak in to take a look.

The three-meter-high iron gate was flipped over with a single jump.

Walking on the gravel path and walking inside, the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger!

Eric's brows are also wrinkled tighter!

Keeping your footsteps silent, move to the glass window and look inside.

It was quiet, and there seemed to be no abnormality.

A tiger skin was spread out on the floor, bulging as if it was covered with something!