My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Forehead......"

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

The battle that French thought was evenly matched, and the outcome was decided within a second.

Batman killed this superhuman who was as strong as a bull and not afraid of bullets with one punch!

Should it be said that it is worthy of such a terrifying Batman?

"Hmph, if anyone simply thinks that this new city vigilante can be dealt with simply by brute force, then he must be a big idiot."

Although Butcher disdains Batman on the surface, he values ​​each other very much in his heart. In his eyes, this is a guy who is even more difficult to deal with than the natives.

Fortunately, he's not from Walter's side, otherwise his team wouldn't need to exist.

Poor Butcher, it is estimated that he would never have thought that the Batman in front of him would be his own boss!

After all, who would have thought that someone would leave billionaires alone and go to the streets to be free vigilantes?

Frankie stared at the black-brown crystals that Wei Chen threw on the metal shelf, "Is this...is it some kind of supermagnetic material? The magnetic poles of different shapes attract each other, so that the iron hood is attracted like a coin. past?"

"Looks like this, this idiot with an iron hood will be played with a magnet one day. I must say he is lucky because next time he meets me, I will make a magnetic Meat grinder, **** him in! And... bang!"

Butcher made an explosion with his hands spread out.

The three were talking about Iron Tiger's failure when two loud noises suddenly came from the field.

Boom! boom!

There were two loud bangs in succession, and dust rustled down from the shocking wall.

At the entrance of the basement, the bald man Randy Hawkins, the triad boss, was holding a shotgun in his right hand and was shooting at Batman violently.

Holding a silver lockbox in his left hand, he walked and shot with one hand.

The sturdy right arm muscles completely resisted the terrifying recoil of the shotgun, and the ferocious facial muscles trembled wildly. With every step forward, bullets would burst out!

Pong pong!

The bullet casing fell to the ground, and the ground ping-pong sounded!

"I know who you are and what you're aiming for, but you're a little bat who wants to be a hero, you're in the wrong place!"

Along with the yellow flame of the muzzle, in addition to the bullet, there was also his loud roar.

The moment he heard the gunshot, Wei Chen raised his cloak and rolled sideways on the spot.

The grappling gun in his hand was thrown, and then the whole person flew up and hid again like a hunting animal.

"Where can you hide? My men will rush in soon and turn you into a hornet's nest!"

Randy Hawkins let out a weird smile, and the muzzle was always aimed steadily in one direction.

Butcher and others, who were hiding in the corner, watched the arena nervously, and their breathing became more and more rapid with the roar of gunfire.

"Breast Milk" was a little puzzled, "Isn't Batman able to fly? And he also has the speed and strength to compete with the people of the motherland, why would he avoid the shotgun attack?"

Frankie took a breath, "Man, if you're on the Internet as much as I do, you wouldn't be asking this question. The reason Batman can beat the natives is entirely due to his suit. Maybe it's a bit lax to say that. , but that battle suit definitely made his attack power soar by more than a notch!"

"Look at the clothes that Batman is wearing now, it's completely different from the battle suit that he fought against the motherland that night. I seriously doubt that he is even an ordinary person like us, using the suit he is wearing now. people."

"Ordinary person? Comeon, man, I don't think he's an ordinary person just because of that iron-hooded stupor!" "Breast Milk" felt that Frankie was talking nonsense.

Frankie shrugged, "I only believe what I see. The fact is that he can't even fly with this armor on."

Frankie's words are almost true, but he is wrong about one thing. Wei Chen's battle against the people of the motherland is exactly the same suit he is wearing now!

It's just the appearance of the suit in different forms.

As long as Wei Chen thought about it, he could instantly activate the low temperature and turn on the superconducting state of the battle suit, making the battle suit have the abilities of invisibility, flight, super defensive power, and power armor blessing, and the combat effectiveness soared several times or even dozens of times in an instant.

The shotgun is still bombarding loudly in the field!

Randy Hawkins shouted loudly, "Obviously surrender, bat monster, I know your strength, you're just a clown using armor and tricks! Come out, I won't kill you, I'll just throw you into me The Colosseum!"

"You're talking too much nonsense!"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

A bat dart was suddenly thrown from Wei Chen's hand and hit Randy Hawkins' wrist.

Immediately, the dark figure used the rope thrown by the hook gun, and volleyed and kicked the triad boss.

boom!

He flew upside down and fell on the hard concrete floor.

When I landed on my back, I felt a burning pain in my spine!

The shotgun and the lockbox collided and slid to one side.

The direction in which the lockbox slipped was exactly on Butcher's side.

Facing the good luck from the sky, Butcher would not be relentless~www.readwn.com~ grabbed the lockbox and hid it behind him.

Seeing that neither of them paid attention to this side, they handed the box to Frankie, "Whatever **** you use, open it."

Frankie nodded, took out a metal gadget from the buckle of his belt, and began to fiddle with the combination lock.

Randy Hawkins, who didn't even notice that his suitcase was being pryed, struggled to stand up from the ground.

Staring at Wei Chen with blood-red angry eyes, "You bat monster, you don't even know whose stuff you moved! You thought you could fight us by yourself! No, you will never be able to fight against the city's Evil and capital struggle! Because it is inherently powerful! And you, you are only one person!"

The corners of Wei Chen's mouth turned up slightly behind the bat helmet, "What is the crime in this city? Walter Company, or those superheroes? Let's not talk about the alarmist talk, you are just a little **** who transports Compound 5 for Walter. "

When Randy Hawkins heard Wei Chen's words, like a drake whose throat was pinched, the clamoring words stopped abruptly.

He looked at Wei Chen with a shocked look on his face, no longer arrogant and winning.

"By the way, let me tell you something."

Wei Chen took a step back and told him in a hoarse voice, "Your little monster in the Colosseum has been released!"

"what?"

Hawkins looked back suspiciously.

In the end, he saw what frightened him the most!

A pair of hands, stained with black blood, suddenly covered his eyes.

Hawkins, whose vision was blocked, felt a sharp pain in his eyes.

The eyeball seemed to have been removed by something, and the viscous blood flowed out of the eye socket, and the pain that touched his soul made him howl loudly.

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