My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"The very definition of a superhero has been monopolized by Vought and that's a product. Leslie, if you want to be a superhero, you have to be bound by their rules, no matter how reluctant you are, but that's the reality. ."

Eric waited for Leslie to chew on the meaning of this sentence for a while, and then continued: "Unless you want to rewrite the definition of superhero to Bruce Wayne, but that requires you to grow strong enough. can do."

"I understand."

Leslie nodded, "Uncle Eric wants me to grow up in Walter and then change it, right?"

"Ruzi can be taught!"

Eric felt that his ability to infuse chicken soup with poison had improved a lot, and patted Leslie's head, "So don't be angry with Xingguang."

"I didn't, and Xingguang and I became good friends."

Leslie pouted.

She always pretended to be mature outside, but she often showed a loli expression in front of Eric.

It made Eric always in a trance.

Sister Lolita couldn't tell the difference.

......

Two days later, JFK International Airport.

The black car was parked on the edge of the runway on the edge of the tarmac. Eric, wearing a black jacket and jeans, dressed in casual clothes, stepped out of the car first, followed by two white bodyguards and Cullen.

The reason why I have a bodyguard is because my identity is a rich man, so sometimes I have to pretend to be rich.

Even if he doesn't like having bodyguards very much.

As for Cullen, considering that the goal this time is to invade a high-tech center, Cullen's computer hacking skills are very useful, so I brought him here.

Cullen was wearing a white sweater and sunglasses, standing beside the bodyguard, looking like a little brother with a bag.

Even if you wear sunglasses, you don't have the temperament of bodyguards.

Eric sighed silently.

"Mr. Xavier, the crew is ready to keep you waiting."

The person in charge of the airport trotted over, eager and attentive.

Parked on the runway is a Bombardier Global Express XRS, the world's best long-range large business jet with a "city of luxury villas in the sky".

The cabin door opened, and Eric took the curious baby Cullen and two bodyguards into the cabin together.

The main colors of the cabin are beige and dark brown, and there is plenty of space without feeling stuffy, with plush leather seats and wooden workbenches, as well as dining tables lined up one after the other.

In addition, LCD TVs, GSM phones, Internet access and a variety of fine wines are readily available.

Cullen sat down, patted the leather seat excitedly, and looked around. He thought everything was novel, because he had never seen these things in economy class on an airplane.

"There is a satellite phone here, you can work online, and there is a luxurious private box at the back, but it is not open to you at the moment."

Eric was lying on the seat and said to Cullen, who had never seen the world.

Cullen didn't care whether he could enter the private box or not, he looked towards the front of the plane.

There is a glamorous flight attendant packing the suitcases.

"The front is the crew activity area, the pantry and the toilet. You'd better not disturb them, even if your eyes are straight."

Eric said to Cullen while putting on the blindfold.

"No, I just see how they are different from flight attendants on regular flights," Cullen explained.

But as soon as he turned around, he found that Eric had fallen asleep with his head tilted.

Shrugging his shoulders, he continued to compare the difference between luxury private jets and ordinary economy class.

After a long 23-hour voyage, Eric and others arrived at Bamako, the capital of Mali, which was shrouded in darkness.

The waiting hall of Sainu International Airport is rudimentary like a grain depot in a Huaxia township, standing on a field.

When I walked out of the airport, I saw it was raining outside.

"It's really bad luck, it's raining when we come up."

Cullen complained while carrying the suitcase.

"It's the rainy season now, and we're lucky we didn't encounter paroxysmal ****, otherwise, even if you hold an umbrella, you will be drenched in soup."

As Eric spoke, he looked at the clock hanging in the hall. The clock showed that it was nine o'clock in the evening local time.

"Is the person who picks us up yet?"

Eric asked the bodyguard Andy.

Andy is the security guard of the Morning Sun Investment Company who was saved by Eric on the helicopter last time.

He and another guy named James are security guards at the company.

Unexpectedly, he was used by the boss as a bodyguard many times, and this time he also came to Africa with the same piece.

God is pitiful, the farthest place Andy had been to before was Miami, and he was drunk and pushed by his friends.

Going to Africa is still such a poor and backward place, I can't even think about it!

He remembered the information about Mali he had seen before.

This is one of the poorest and most backward countries in the world. Agriculture accounts for 80% of the gross national product, and industry is basically blank. It was a French colony until 1895 and became an independent republic in 1960.

Like all poor and backward African countries, Mali immediately fell into civil strife after independence. Three republics were established in thirty years.

The most recent coup happened two months ago. The Mali military mutinied. President Ibrahim and Prime Minister Cisse were detained in the military camp. The government and anti-government forces started negotiations. The situation ~www.readwn.com~ In short, this is an extremely dangerous place!

But Andy still came.

No way, I wanted to refuse, but the boss gave too much money!

Just as Andy was developing rich associations, an old black Toyota car suddenly drove outside the hall door.

A man in his thirties, with an unremarkable appearance, the only advantage is that he is a little polite and walked out of the car.

The co-pilot also got off a woman, she was in her twenties, tall, without makeup, with a little freckles on her face, wearing tight jeans, her buttocks were full and upturned.

The two of them held umbrellas and walked quickly towards the airport lobby.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Eric and the others.

The unassuming man was stunned for a moment, then quickly came up to say hello.

However, he was quickly stopped by competent Andy and James.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?"

"Uh," the unassuming man quickly took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "who is Mr. Eric Xavier? I have Mr. Grayson Shaw's email. We are here to pick up Mr. Xavier."

He said this in English.

"I'm Eric Xavier, are you...?"

Eric asked the two big white men to step back.

"We are the guide hired by Mr. Grayson to be in charge of your activities in Mali."

The unattractive man originally didn't care about Eric, but when he heard the identity of the other party, he immediately replied in a respectful tone.

The little freckled woman also came over and looked at Eric curiously.

She originally thought that the person she was going to pick up was an American, but she seemed to be Asian, maybe Chinese!

So he tentatively asked in Chinese, "Are you from China?"