My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Eric, who was deemed impossible by Pentagon officials to break into Governors Island, was heading for a Victorian-style fine arts building.

Step on the accelerator to the bottom and run forward as fast as you can.

He had to stop the mercenaries from turning on the turbo switch before Queen Maeve got involved in the turboprop.

boom!

The Batmobile turned onto a wide gravel road and galloped on the ground like a wild horse.

The gravel was rolled up by the wheels, lifted into the sky, and then fell like hail.

The Batmobile, whose tail was almost spewing flames, arrived in front of the art building in an instant.

Opening the roof, the grappling gun slammed out, taking him flying out.

After the Batmobile lost its driver, it slowed down, spun around, and stopped by the side of the road.

Standing on the top of the art building, overlooking from above, the Governor's Island is completely dark.

The sounds of gunfire and bombs were mixed with various human voices, as if playing a symphony of war.

Sporadic lights came on and then disappeared.

Against the backdrop of the night, a bizarre illusory fog is formed.

Eric turned on the virtual imaging system he carried on his left wrist.

The three-dimensional image of the art building is completely and clearly displayed.

There are four floors in total. According to infrared detection, it can be determined that the enemies are roughly distributed on the second and third floors. I must kill them without disturbing them.

Ho, that's the action again.

Eric complained while adjusting the three-dimensional architectural drawing of the art building.

After confirming the enemy's distribution, he turned on the tiny radio monitor.

The other party is distributed on different floors, and must use radio to communicate.

"Zizi!"

After a burst of noise, there was a conversation between several soldiers.

"Head, the guy in the waterway isn't Batman, do we still turn on the turbo switch?"

"Bullshit, not Batman and a nosy **** for sure. Keep flipping the switch and smash him to pieces."

Turning off the 3D building map, shaking the cloak, Eric jumped downstairs.

"I hope I'm not too late!"

Along with his low voice, the painted glass on the second floor was instantly shattered.

Eric kicked the broken glass and jumped in from the outside.

All the mercenaries immediately reflexively looked at the broken glass.

Pointed ears raised high, capes that fluttered like flags, and black armor that looked terrifying.

Without a doubt, this is Batman!

"Batman!"

The first person to react was a small boss. When he saw Batman appear, he immediately shouted, raised the submachine gun in his hand, and shot.

Eric immediately turned into the wind and charged at him like a sharp sword.

Heavy punching, before his trigger was pulled, he knocked out the opponent with one punch.

Using the cloak, he slammed to the left, knocking a guy who was approaching into the air.

The power emitted by the bat cloak is absolutely no less than the powerful blow of two strong men.

The guy who was hit by the bat cloak flew out backwards, screamed and went silent.

"Kill him!"

The mercenaries who gradually reacted raised their submachine guns and prepared to fire back.

Seeing that he might be besieged by more than a dozen guns, several bat darts flashing red dots appeared in Eric's hand instantly.

Signal jammers, equipment that can jam firearms.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

More than a dozen signal jammers flashed a faint cold light and rushed towards the hirelings.

Before they could react, they found that the firearm in their hands was stained with a flashing red dot.

Eric pressed the controller in his hand.

boom! boom! boom!

Signal jammers, like fireworks, bloom one after the other.

The shock wave generated by the explosion completely damaged the firearm.

Even the owners with submachine guns were knocked down by the explosion.

They all held their **** hands and screamed loudly.

After finishing off a few gunmen, Eric Ji's figure flashed and disappeared instantly.

"Shet! Shoot! Fuck him!"

The anger of the mercenaries who were being toyed with had reached the highest level.

Losing his mind, he shot where Eric disappeared.

tom!

The hook spear protruded from the shadows above and charged at one of them like the scythe of the **** of death.

The hook blade slammed into his shoulder, pulling him into the air.

"Ah! Ah!"

With a loud roar, the wooden door was kicked open.

The two mercenaries on the third floor rushed over with guns in hand.

Eric took out his bat dart and shot it out with a swoosh.

The guy who ran at the front was shot in the wrist, screamed and threw the rifle in his hand.

Seeing that the situation was not good, another bearded man pulled out the grenade ring in his hand, ready to throw it at Eric.

Eric's neural reflex speed is far beyond that of ordinary people, and the thinking in his mind is also unmatched by ordinary people. He immediately spins and kicks and kicks the guy hanging in the air.

A loud bang.

The strong man was kicked like a football to the door with a grenade ready.

The bearded man couldn't dodge in time, and was knocked down by the gorgeous.

The three collided and became a rolling gourd on the ground.

The grenade, which had been pulled open, rolled on the ground like an apple.

"Shet!"

The bearded man pushed away the guy who hit him at the fastest speed~www.readwn.com~ and got up, only to see the grenade spinning under his feet.

I wanted to pounce and pick up the grenade, but it was too late.

The grenade exploded!

The three guys at the door were blasted out in an instant.

Sawdust and wall skin, along with the flames, rushed out of the door.

All the teams stationed in the art building lost their ability to fight.

It took 30 seconds from Eric's appearance to the last mercenary falling to the ground.

Improved than before.

Eric glanced at the guy who was moaning and screaming all over the floor, and pulled up a guy who looked like a leader.

Grab his body and slam it against the wall.

"I won't ask a second time, tell me, where is the turbo switch?"

......

"Woooooo!"

At the bottom of the deep water, Maeve, who was caught in the turbine, spat out a bunch of blisters in panic.

The dolphin rushing in front was instantly sucked in by the propeller and turned into a cloud of blood.

Deep Sea didn't care to grieve for his little dolphin brother, and tried to control the currents around him so that he would not be involved.

The dazzling light shot from above the turbine, like a gigantic searchlight piercing the nebulous darkness.

The turbo then picks up speed, turning the beam of light into a flash.

Maeve stretched out her arms and tried to swim towards the gate above, only to find it was all in vain.

The walls here are all made of concrete, very smooth, and there are no ladders or grilles to grab. Although she can barely break free of the suction, she will soon be reabsorbed by the propeller because she has nowhere to focus.

Am I dying here today?

As the strength of the body gradually dissipated, Maeve's heart continued to slide downward.

The dark underwater abyss gradually surrounded her.

It made her feel hopeless.