My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"I need to talk to Mr. President."

Edgar Stein, president of Walter International, told the official who served as the personal adviser to the president at the White House in Washington.

The two were communicating in a corner of the consultation meeting in the Capitol.

"Mr. Stan, although you have asked for it several times, I regret to tell you that without an appointment, Mr. President cannot see you."

The slightly younger white official said in a business-like tone.

Although he used to be a partner of Water International Corporation, he received countless political donations from the other party.

The reason for being so official and even ruthless is that the era of Edgar Stan is over.

"Uncle Fried Chicken" is still the president, but he was only pushed to the front desk as a tool for reconciling the original Water Company and the new director of Chenxi Company.

At present, the power of Walter Company mainly falls in the hands of Eric Xavier of Dawn Company.

That's why he was so impatient with Edgar Stan.

After sending Edgar Stan away, the guy named Allen lowered his head and pondered.

Speaking of which, Mr. President has been on vacation since yesterday. It stands to reason that even if he is on vacation, his work will not be all down.

Why does Mr. President's phone keep getting through? Is there an accident?

Allen called Mr. President this morning, but he never got through.

He didn't take it to heart at first, because the maverick president often doesn't answer his phone.

Last time, because of the congressman's espionage case, I made an emergency call to Mr. President, but he couldn't get through, so he thought something was wrong, but after going through multiple contacts, I realized that Mr. President was just playing on the golf course. Deliberately not answering your phone.

So Allen has reason to suspect this time that Mr. President was unhappy that he was affecting his vacation and blacklisted his mobile phone.

"What a headache guy!"

After Alan complained about Mr. President, he walked quickly to his seat.

He has been out for too long, and the consultation meeting has already begun.

......

At this time, Mr. President, whom Allen was thinking about, was located in a private castle on the outskirts of Washington.

This is a German private winery. Due to the stock market crash, the German industry went bankrupt and the winery was acquired by the federal government.

And Mr. President, without permission, brought his family here for vacation.

In fact, he was very interested in the legendary world famous wine inside.

This kind of Mr. President is a true "wine lover".

There were about twenty security personnel serving as escorts, all gathered outside, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

Not far from the security guards, stood a group of agents.

A black suit, with sunglasses, and a capable look.

Standing in the forefront is the "Butcher" Butcher of the Owl Squad.

"Is the information accurate?"

Huey, who is now an agent, nervously sorted out his suit.

He usually likes to wear sportswear, and this is the first time he wears such formal clothes at a place other than a dinner party or a cocktail party.

Even so, his heart was still filled with a faint pride.

After all, he is now an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Affiliated to the government, can get wages, and enjoy medical insurance and various benefits.

The most important thing is that this profession sounds better than the "black robe scout team", or the "owl team", the secret agent, handsome and handsome, just like Zero Seven, all kinds of high-tech tools and beautiful cars. .

After Huey told his father about becoming an agent, his father specially invited friends and relatives from his former company to have a good time in the apartment.

What surprised Huey the most was that Mr. Eric actually showed up at the party where Dad celebrated for him!

This gave him enough face.

Although Mr. Eric kindly shook hands with his father and said, "I am your loyal fan..." "May I ask if you are Simon Peggy?" Everyone is very happy that Mr. Eric can come.

Moreover, he met a girl at the party, a black girl, who was as gentle and lovely as Luo Bin, and he felt that he was in love again.

"Of course it's accurate. It was specially approved by the Intelligence Department. Mr. Xavier also knew about this matter, so he asked us to personally investigate."

The big "Breast Milk" turned his attention to the group of people who were looking at him, the presidential guard on alert, and replied to Huey casually.

"Breast milk" entered the government's establishment, so he could not hide in Tibet like a lost dog every day like before, and he was very satisfied with his current life.

He now earns more than he earned in the juvenile control center, and has a legitimate career. His wife and daughter's impression of him has also changed.

My wife, who was in a "cold war" with me before, became enthusiastic about herself again, and her daughter was also proud of herself, shouting every day, "Dad is a handsome agent!"

There has never been a better time than now.

"Butcher" Butcher was not as proud as others, and wrote his emotions on his face. He stood behind the car and checked the bazooka prepared in the car.

"Our lovely Mr. President has been in the manor for more than forty-two hours and has driven out all the guards. There is intelligence that someone has entered the castle~www.readwn.com~According to eyewitness intelligence It is described that the people who entered the castle are very similar to Batman, but don’t forget, the so-called **** Dark Knights are all Batman. Therefore, there is a high probability that something happened to this Mr. President.”

Butcher carefully examined the bazooka and said to the others.

"If that's the only reason, Mr. President's guards at the gate won't let us in at all. There are also some superpowers in the guards. If we try hard, it probably won't work."

Frenchman French shook his head, feeling that he still had to conduct an investigation in secret, and it was best not to startle the snake.

Just now, the "Owl Squad" stepped forward to negotiate with the guards. Due to Butcher's bad temper, there was almost a conflict.

So now those soldiers have been watching their side vigilantly.

"Frightening the snake? Then you overestimate these people. If I want to get in, I can make them see God with this rocket."

Butcher pointed to the RPG weapon in his hand.

"Then you must be crazy."

Huey said aloud.

He felt that Butcher was getting more and more confused. Even if he became an agent of "SHIELD", he still looked like he was not stingy, and he did whatever he wanted without considering the consequences.

"Then what do we do? Huey, tell me."

"I... there will always be a way anyway."

Huey looked at Butcher, "You can't mess around, Butcher, if Mr. Eric knows about you..."

"Relax, Huey."

There was a smile on the corner of the butcher's mouth, "I'm going to use this thing to deal with those super bastards. You don't think I'm going to shoot cannonballs at our Mr. President, right?!"