My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Mr. Eric, thank you so much for coming. I'm so sorry about what happened last time. I must say it was a complete misunderstanding."

Madeleine didn't expect Eric to come in person, so she immediately apologized sincerely.

She was referring to the attempted kidnapping of Eric by the Suicide Squad.

"Those people have received the punishment they deserved, and we are actively making compensation for the harm Mr. Eric suffered, and we are sincerely sorry."

Madeleine's posture was low.

No way, after the attempted kidnapping and the explosion of Flight 305, the reputation of Walter International plummeted, and the stock market went red all the way. Thanks to the fact that the company's main business is not superheroes, it didn't go down completely.

If Eric's understanding can be obtained now, it will have a strong effect on the market value of Walter Company.

So she actively courted Eric.

But Eric was haha, never mentioning whether he was forgiven or not, and got into trouble with Madeleine.

Although she was secretly anxious, Madeleine had to put on a smile and accompany Eric.

No way, you have to lower your posture when asking for help.

The place where the speeders were selected was located inside the Water Building. Although it was not as large as the stadium, it was barely usable.

This also reflects the downfall of the Water Company from the side. If the Water Company before the scandal selected the fast people, it would definitely make a big splash and choose the most luxurious stadium in New York City.

Eric is surrounded by Leslie and Peggy the "phantom cat".

After the frowning Madeleine left, Peggy showed a look of contempt, "It's obvious that she did it herself, but it's a shameless quibble!"

As a personal experience of the incident that day, Eric's loyal and beautiful bodyguard couldn't help but express his disdain and contempt for Madeleine.

Eric smiled, "Walter's trades this morning are down six percent, and in the past week, they're down fifty-eight percent, and if it gets to nineteen, they'll probably buy it back. Pharma Blame from trade associations, and lawsuits: breach of fiduciary duty and confidentiality, fraud, assault, kidnapping, bodily harm... Now Vought is in a quagmire. So..."

Eric turned to Peggy, "Peggy, this is what they're facing, so no matter what they do, they won't admit it."

Peggy nodded knowingly.

In the adult world, how can there be such a clear distinction between right and wrong?

Unless the face is completely torn apart, everyone is wearing a mask and speaking insincere words.

The world is probably like that.

Eric sighed with emotion and looked into the venue.

The speeders who participated in the selection had not yet entered the venue, and some machines and dummies were placed on the scene.

An Asian young man, wearing a blindfold, swiftly swung the long stick in his hand!

Whoosh whoosh!

The stick made a cracking sound and threw a sharp sound.

"Ho!"

He raised the stick, threw it towards the dummy, and pierced it with a thud.

"He's a blind spot, Ashley is going to invite members of the Super Seven, but it's still under discussion."

Leslie introduces Eric.

"Well, out of sight, Asians, minorities, absolutely politically correct. Looks like the folks at Walter will bring this to work no matter what the circumstances."

Eric groaned.

He remembered who this blind man called "Blind Spot" was, the unlucky person who was shot to death by the motherland in the original timeline.

Ashley introduced it to the motherland with great interest, and wanted to let this Asian low-profile version of Daredevil join the Super Seven.

But Blind Spot was slapped to death by a native of the motherland, and said cruel words: The Super Seven doesn't need an ordinary, incompetent, **** blind.

"It seems that Walter's desire to rebuild the Seven is very strong, then we will wait and see."

Eric found a place to sit down, and accompanied Leslie to quietly wait for the main show to start.

......

Drops of rain fell, and the entire forest was shrouded in darkness.

A police car heading towards the suburbs of New York City flashed red lights, cutting through the darkness of the night.

Approaching the madhouse, which had just been converted from an abandoned hospital, the police car stopped.

A strong man in a police uniform got out of the car.

The strong man looked up in the direction of the lunatic asylum, walked near the trunk of the police car, opened it, and glanced inside.

A man in underwear who was **** in five colors, with rags in his mouth, struggled hard.

The strong man shook his head, then closed it with a bang.

He adjusted his cap, walked over to the co-pilot, and brought out a woman in handcuffs.

The woman with a hot body in handcuffs is the Frost Killer. She complained to the strong man who was holding her, the death shooter, "Do you have to use this method?"

Killer Frost doesn't think it's very reliable for the action plan of robbing the police, stuffing them in the trunk, and pretending to be a police officer.

"At present, it seems that we can only believe the so-called battle plan of the other party."

Death Archer replied unsmilingly.

"Ok."

Killer Frost shook off the water droplets on his body, "I hate things like luck!"

Bang bang bang!

The death shooter knocked on the iron door.

The staff in the lunatic asylum saw the dead shooter and the Frost Killer in prison clothes through the monitor, checked the other party's identification sign, and opened the combination lock.

click!

The door was opened, and the Death Archer walked in aboveboard.

After entering the first door, is the registration office.

The staff compared the identity information of the other party, and then called the NYPD to confirm.

When the staff called, the death shooter whispered to Killer Frost: "We have ten minutes to install the equipment, the place where that person is is the most heavily guarded area, and there is no way to save him with just the two of us. come out."

"You have the final say, Boss."

Killer Frost shrugged indifferently.

After the phone call ~www.readwn.com~ the staff handed over a few forms, "You need to fill out some forms, I have outlined the fields that must be filled in. The madhouse has just opened, except Monday and Tuesday, the police station will not accept it at other times. Supplied mentally ill, even if you have provided proof."

"uh-huh."

The dead shooter snorted coldly, "Maybe you should call your boss, Mr. Xavier, for instructions. At least we have his consent. The Deputy Commissioner of the New York Police Department has called him."

Although the death shooter was a little nervous, he tactfully lifted Eric out.

He didn't believe that the staff member dared to call Eric to confirm.

"OK, since that's the case, you all go over there!"

The staff put away the form and signaled that he could go.

Death Archer took Killer Frost through the second door and couldn't help sighing.

Finally got through successfully.