My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Eric, who was deemed impossible by Pentagon officials to break into Governor's Island, was heading for a Victorian art building.

Step on the accelerator to the bottom and run forward at the fastest speed.

He had to stop the mercenaries from flipping 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 sand and stone were rolled up by the wheels, lifted into the sky, and then fell like hail.

The Batmobile, which was almost emitting flames from its tail, arrived in front of the art building in an instant.

The roof of the car was opened, and the hook gun shot 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 roof of the art building, looking down from above, the Governor's Island is completely dark.

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

Scattered lights came on and went off again.

Against the background of the night, a strange and illusory mist is formed.

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

The three-dimensional image of the art building is fully 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.

Whoops, another act like this.

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 they must use radio to communicate.

"Zizz!"

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

"Head, the man in the waterway is not Batman, should we turn on the turbo switch?"

"Crap, it's not Batman, and it must be a meddling bastard. Keep flipping the switch and smash him to pieces."

After turning off the three-dimensional building map, shaking the cloak, Eric jumped downstairs.

"Hope I don't come too late!"

Accompanied by his low-pitched complaints, 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 looked towards the broken glass reflexively.

High pointed ears, a cloak that flutters like a flag, and black armor that looks terrifying.

Without a doubt, it's Batman!

"Batman!"

The first person to react was a little leader who immediately shouted when he saw Batman appear, raised the submachine gun in his hand, and fired.

Eric immediately turned into wind and rushed towards him like a sharp sword.

He punched heavily, and before he pulled the trigger, he knocked the opponent unconscious with one punch.

Use the cloak to swipe to the left, knocking an approaching guy into the air.

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

The guy who was hit by the bat's cloak flew upside down, screamed, and then fell silent.

"Get rid of him!"

The mercenaries who gradually reacted raised their submachine guns, ready to fire back.

Seeing the possibility of being surrounded by more than a dozen guns, several bat darts with flashing red dots appeared in Eric's hand instantly.

Signal jammer, equipment that can interfere with firearms.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

More than a dozen signal jammers flashed faintly and rushed towards the employees.

Before they could react, they found something with a flashing red dot on the firearm in their hands.

Eric pressed the controller in his hand.

boom! boom! boom!

Like fireworks, the signal jammers bloomed one after another.

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

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

They all held their bloody hands and screamed loudly.

After dealing with several gunmen, Eric Ji's figure flashed and disappeared instantly.

"Shet! Shoot! Kill him!"

The anger value of the mercenaries who have been manipulated has reached the highest level.

Losing his mind, he shot at the place where Eric disappeared.

Tom!

A hook gun protruded from the shadow above, rushing towards one of them like a death scythe.

The hookblade sank hard into his shoulder, pulling him into the air.

"Ah! Ah!"

Roaring, the wooden door was kicked open.

Two mercenaries on the third floor rushed over with their guns raised.

Eric took out the bat dart and shot it with a whoosh.

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

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other bearded man pulled out the ring of the grenade in his hand, and was about to throw it at Eric.

Eric's nerve reflexes have far surpassed that of ordinary people, and the thinking in his head is also unmatched by ordinary people. He immediately turned around and kicked at the guy hanging in the air.

There was a loud bang.

The strong man was kicked like a football towards the guy who was about to throw a grenade at the door.

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

The three of them collided and turned into gourds on the ground.

The grenade that had been pulled off the tab rolled on the ground like an apple.

"Shet!"

The bearded man pushed away the guy who hit him as fast as he could, and stood up, only to see the grenade spinning under his feet.

I wanted to rush over to pick up the grenade, but unexpectedly it was too late.

The grenade exploded!

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

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

All the teams stationed in the art building lost their combat capabilities.

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

There is progress 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.

Grabbing his body, he threw him against the wall.

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

 …

"Wooooow!"

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

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

Shen Hai didn't care about being sad for his little dolphin brother, and tried his best to control the current around him so that he wouldn't be drawn into it.

The blinding light from above the turbines pierced the murky darkness like a gigantic searchlight.

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

Maeve stretched her arms and tried to swim towards the upper gate, but it was all in vain.

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

Am I going to die here today?

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

The dark underwater abyss gradually surrounded her.

It made her feel hopeless.