My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Laura felt that this guy who kidnapped her seemed to communicate easily.

So she continued to ask, "You were also kidnapped, and then Batman rescued you?"

Jason stopped and stared at Laura who was tied to the chair, as if remembering what happened to him before.

After a long while, he slowly said, "That's a story from a long time ago. Now, let's focus on you."

"Batman will come to save you, at least he will try. But when he has to choose between you and the mission, he will choose to complete the mission, and he will do it every time."

"Look, it's such a complete hypocrisy!"

When Jason said the end, his tone became more and more excited.

Laura bit her lip stubbornly, "I believe he won't be this kind of person!"

"Very good, then let's wait for the result quietly."

When the two were facing each other, someone pushed the room away.

Entering the room was a soldier in a combat uniform who reported to Jason, "Sir, the Cobra tank has been deployed."

Jason nodded and walked out of the room.

Before leaving, he instructed his subordinates, "Gag her mouth, whoever dares to touch her with a finger will die!"

A ball of sackcloth was stuffed into Laura's mouth.

As Jason and his men left, the whole room quickly plunged into darkness again.

Laura wanted to speak, but her sobbing voice was quickly swallowed by the darkness.

After Jason walked out of the room, he stood in the dark corridor and asked his subordinates, "Where is the death knell?"

"Death knell?"

My subordinates are a little confused.

But he quickly realized that he should be referring to Walter Stiller.

Eric, who was looking through the materials in the underground laboratory of Governor's Island, also happened to see Walter's name.

"Walter Stiller? According to the description, it looks like the guy at Death Knell."

According to Cullen, Walter is a superhuman.

Like Himiko, she has a strong self-healing ability.

Unlike Kimiko, who used her beast-like intuition to fight, this guy named Walter is a mercenary.

As a mercenary who licks blood with a knife, he has developed a skill.

His physical strength and physical endurance are different from ordinary people, he is proficient in various fighting skills, and is good at using various weapons, whether it is a pistol, a rifle or a dagger and steel sword, he can use it skillfully.

According to the data, he once killed a gang by himself.

Cruel, cunning, and quick-witted.

This is the first impression the other party left on Eric.

The same thing as the death knell of the DC world is that this guy named Walter is already a bad old man.

The difference is that his eyes are healthy, not a one-eyed dragon.

"It seems that many guys in this world are very similar to the villains in the DC world!"

Eric sighed and stood up.

In the other corner of the room, Bob is still watching satellite TV.

It is impossible for the outside to not notice the opponent's momentum.

However, what puzzled him was that there was no report on the matter on TV.

impossible! He has already dialed 911 using a satellite phone, and it stands to reason that the police and troops have already arrived.

It's impossible that they haven't been dispatched yet, right? !

Eric put away the information and looked at the TV, "Obviously, someone from the police station deliberately obstructed it."

"But, such a big thing, even if the other party wants to hide it, he can't hide it!"

"There's no need to hide it outright, just delay it for a few hours. If I guess right, Bob, you're calling alone, they won't take it seriously. Hours later, more and more calls come in, They began to pay attention. Then they sent people to the island, and after they left, they sent people again, and then the US Coast Guard and the National Guard, and they quarreled with each other like this..."

"You know the efficiency of those bureaucrats."

Eric ended with a sentence.

"Then shall we just wait like this?" Bob scratched his hair anxiously.

"No, they should figure it out on their own soon. Until then, Bob, my Batmobile, can you fix it for me quickly?"

"I will try my best."

Bob replied helplessly.

......

Jason's action came to an end immediately.

There were, however, some troubles dealing with the last of the islanders.

The mercenaries who were escorting the islanders to the prison were attacked by a superhuman being.

A replica of Wolverine with metal claws on his hands attacked the mercenaries who were escorting them.

He can stick out metal iron claws from his fingers, slashing and slashing enemies.

However, he can only stretch out one claws, and the toughness of this thing is obviously not as strong as Wolverine's Edman alloy claws.

After the replica Wolverine cut down two mercenaries in an instant, he wanted to continue fighting, but was blocked by a knife.

That's Walter's katana.

The death knell, whose whole body is wrapped in yellow and black combat uniforms, can still feel the dangerous aura emanating from it even if it is covered tightly.

"Wolverine" roared wildly and ran towards "Death Knell".

Swish!

A bright white light streaks toward the death knell.

The goal is to slash his neck.

Death Knell nimbly dodged, knocking the claws aside with the knife in his hand.

Stab it!

A spark came out.

Then the death knell moved up ~www.readwn.com~ violently.

The samurai sword made a slashing motion and attacked the opponent.

Wolverine used sharp claws to block the downward slash.

However, the strength was not as strong as the death knell, and those who were shocked retreated back and forth.

In a short fight, Death Knell found out the opponent's strength, agility, and attack characteristics.

He is a tactician, always extracting information from the opponent in the first battle, no matter how strong or weak the opponent is.

After a short fight, Death Knell sentenced the opponent to death in his heart.

"ended!"

He put away his samurai sword and attacked Wolverine.

Without avoiding the opponent's sharp claws attack, he twisted his body slightly, allowing the opponent's attack to pass through his flank.

And he took his knife and crashed into Wolverine's arms.

"Pfft!"

It was like the sound of an air pocket being pierced.

A hole was opened in the chest of the replica Wolverine, and the heart was completely pierced.

Blood spurted out, like a red fountain, spewing out a large trace.

Wolverine slowly fell to the ground.

Death Knell's belly was hit by the opponent's claw.

The opponent's attack left only a shallow trace, but did not break his defense.

Everything is under precise calculation, from the force angle to the pressure per unit area of ​​the armor, from friction to weather effects, from the opponent's behavior to possible reactions...

"Wolverine" fell into the opponent's calculation completely.

Death Knell glanced at the other party and put away the katana.

He likes this feeling, confronting seemingly powerful enemies, piercing their hearts, and then stepping on their soles.

I hope that the so-called Batman will not let him down.

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