My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Huey, do you think I'll be the kind of random person?"

Butcher put down the bazooka and asked Huey.

"I don't know, but looking at you, you really look like the kind of person who can mess around at any time."

Huey felt relieved when he saw Butcher put down the bazooka.

The tone of speech also became relaxed.

"That means you don't know me yet, Huey."

Butcher stood behind the car, looking at the ancient castle in the distance, his expression became quite playful, "Ever since we formed a team, Huey, you lacked understanding of me."

Huey felt that Butcher was right, but he didn't want to agree and agree with the other party at all.

Because he wasn't interested at all in learning more about Butcher's life.

"Okay, the person I called now should have come."

Butcher looked at his watch and said to the others around him.

"Call someone?"

Huey felt a little inexplicable, "You also called someone else?"

"Some heinous bastards, superhuman criminals, talked to Nightwing in the Titans, and the other party decided that I could hire them for a while."

Arkham Asylum houses many dangerous criminals, many of them psychic criminals. Nightwing is responsible for managing these criminals, and usually allows them to perform some dangerous tasks secretly, which is considered to be the best use of them.

Of course, security measures were mostly taken for those who were sent out on missions. Like the Suicide Squad, put some miniature bombs or poison in the opponent's body, and if the criminal wants to escape, the death switch will be pressed on them.

Therefore, few of these superhuman criminals will escape.

Butcher found Nightwing and borrowed some from him.

Nightwing and Butcher had no relationship or friendship, but thinking that the other party was his teammate, he lent him some superpower criminals.

Bucher was talking when suddenly a large group of unidentified guys gathered from outside.

Hurry up to the gate of the castle.

The presidential guard in charge of guarding saw so many people rushing over at once, and immediately raised their guns nervously.

"Don't move all!"

The captain of the guard shouted to this ferocious group.

"Haha, this is not something you can decide!"

The criminals screamed and rushed towards the guard soldiers.

"You...how did you tell them?"

Huey asked in surprise when he saw Bucherer make such a big battle.

"It's very simple. As long as someone breaks into this castle, each person will be rewarded with $10,000. If you can take a photo with the buildings in the castle, it will be $20,000."

Butcher drew the pie to the group.

"But where did you get so much money?"

Huey thinks it's not where Butcher got the money from.

"Actually, I don't have a penny, and even if I have it, I won't give it to them. It's just a group of criminals who use superpowers to do evil. Do you think I'll give them my integrity?"

Butcher is just using this group of superpower criminals, and he has no intention of fulfilling his promise.

"Well, I knew that was it."

Huey muttered.

Since this group of criminals are superpowers, the guns of the Guard soldiers don't do much for them.

The brawny criminal who ran at the front used his superpowers to make himself bigger, and then blocked the bullets for everyone.

His super power is to rubberize his surface body, forming a rubber body like Luffy, which can resist general attacks, not to mention bullet impact.

The criminals beat up and blocked the Secret Service agents, each showed their skills and climbed over the fence, or simply rammed the iron gate of the manor with brute force, wanting to gather a crowd to rush into the castle and complete the task of taking photos with the buildings in the castle.

As for whether they will be convicted after the incident, the law does not blame the public, as long as the guards are not harmed.

The Secret Service agents responsible for protecting the President's safety dealt with this group of unidentified savage guys and hurriedly raised their guns to shoot, but unfortunately, the effect was minimal. The criminals rushed up against the rain of bullets, and some people let out smoke under cover, and the agents suddenly choked and coughed.

The last group of blockers were defeated, and the Arkham prisoners seemed to see the green dollars waving to them, and immediately rushed up with joy.

Everyone shouted, "A group photo is worth 20,000 US dollars", "I heard that there are a lot of precious furniture in it, move them together" and rushed into the main building of the castle.

The gate of the ancient castle manor was broken through, and the prisoners took old-fashioned mobile phones and rushed to the building, holding up their mobile phones and taking frantic selfies.

The Secret Service agents who were about to chase were preparing to attack these trespassing criminals. They were all in chaos when they saw them facing the building, posing in various enchanting poses and taking fancy photos.

This is... what does it mean?

Not for Mr. President, but to break in just to take pictures, is there something wrong with this group of people?

The agents originally wanted to call for reinforcements, but when they saw this group of idiots, they put out their minds.

"If...if the so-called 'Dark Knights' really exist inside, isn't that group of prisoners dangerous?"

Huey looked at the chaotic farce inside, couldn't help frowning, and asked Bucher.

"Then wish them luck."

Butcher sneered and turned his attention to the prisoners who entered the manor.

......

At the same time, Eric, who is located in the New Jersey Bat Base, is also using the surveillance system set up throughout New York City to observe a farce in the German manor.

After handing over the task to the "Owl Squad", Eric did not choose to be the boss.

He has been silently watching the development of the whole incident behind his back.

Eric was a little disgusted with Butcher's use of "prisoners" as bait, but it was not easy to object at this time, so he had to quietly record the account in a small ledger and settle accounts with them later.

The big screen showed that a prisoner successfully broke through the gate of the main manor, which seemed to be where Mr. President lived.

But at this time, the mutation suddenly occurred, and the prisoner let out a scream when he just rushed into the building.

He is ready to go in some valuable furniture~www.readwn.com~ I didn't expect that it would be difficult to go in.

The next second, a head flew directly out of the gate.

The sudden change shocked everyone!

No one thought that such a thing would happen. As soon as he entered the building where Mr. President was, he was killed! Who are the people inside? What about Mr. President? Or is it that Mr. President is no longer inside, and someone else is pretending to be Mr. President?

A strange laughter sounded, and a man dressed in Gothic-style black clothes came out of the German manor.

The man was about 1.90 meters tall, with a thin build, wearing a piercing eye patch on his head, and carrying two exaggerated blood-stained sickles in his hands.

"Damn! Who is he, did he kill people?"

Some of the prisoners looked at the strange guy who was dressed in strange clothes and was full of weirdness, and asked loudly to the accomplices around him.