My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

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Eric once had a meeting with his owl members-Huey and Butcher.

It is also the only meeting.

The location was set by Butcher.

Of course, I came to meet them as ordinary people.

Not as Batman.

Except for a few people very close to him, no one knows his identity as Batman.

Butcher set the meeting in a church in a unique way.

So the three of them were fortunate enough to experience a unique mutual aid meeting-the mutual aid meeting for survivors of indirect damage.

Mutual aid clubs are very common in the United States. As the name suggests, it is an association that helps each other. During this process, everyone will share feelings, emotions, opinions, experiences, etc. to help everyone solve one or more common problems.

In American dramas, people often see people sharing their tragic experiences in various mutual aid associations, such as Alcoholics Anonymous Aid Association, Domestic Violence Trauma Aid Association and so on.

Eric didn't expect that the first mutual aid club he saw was such a wonderful mutual aid group.

All sit in chairs in a circle and share their experiences and traumas with each other.

They are all ordinary human beings hurt by superheroes.

The first to speak was a middle-aged blonde woman in a wheelchair.

"I know it's wrong for me to feel angry, but after all Eternal Knight saved me, I just wish he could have been more gentle with my spine."

The lady in charge comforted: "After all, he caught you, didn't he? Let go, and start a new life."

But this reassurance might not be very effective, the blond woman in the wheelchair nodded with a bitter face.

"Next up, Seth."

The lady in charge turned the topic to a black man.

The black man was a little stiff and cleared his throat, "Well, my name is Seth, a writer,

I work in marketing. There is a hero, I don't want to say her name, but she can control ice and snow. "

"Ice Queen."

Butcher, who pretended to be in the support group, snapped his fingers and said the other person's name.

"Well, I... I can't say his name. Anyway, she liked me later, and the feeling was exciting and intoxicating. No one wants to sleep with a writer, let alone I was very like her."

The black man's face became miserable, "Anyway, we became intimate. But when she climaxed, she would accidentally turn into ice, just for a short while, but I was still inside."

Hearing this, Huey felt something was wrong, and turned his attention to Eric who was still listening to the story calmly.

"The low temperature is about tens of degrees below zero, which is the same temperature as liquefied nitrogen, so you can imagine...it broke! The crazy thing is, I still think about her, it's like a mortal like me, The price of being with a woman like her."

The black brother showed a wry smile.

After hearing the story of the cold under the crotch, everyone looked at him with sympathy.

In support groups, almost no one realizes that there is anything wrong with superheroes.

They all bemoaned their bad luck, and all blamed themselves for the misfortune they encountered.

It seems that superheroes are gods aloft, they will never make mistakes, they will always be brilliant and righteous.

Butcher looked at the group of mutual aid members and smiled contemptuously.

It was soon discovered by the lady in charge of the mutual aid society.

"Hey, why don't we give you the speaking stick and tell us your story!"

Butcher shook his head, "no...I don't want to say it."

"I've seen people like you before, those smirks, those jokes, it's all self-defense. Seth, give him the speaking stick."

Butcher was completely irritated. He grabbed the speaking stick, pointed at a few people in the mutual aid society, and said with his unique British accent: "You are just a group of pathetic bastards who worship superhumans. If superhumans are here Poop on your mother's best china, I guess you're grateful. Have you ever thought about..."

He pointed the stick at the woman with the broken spine, "They broke your spine—"

Pointing the speech stick at the hapless little black brother again, "Or break your little brother, just to get a laugh."

Butcher's emotional rage was at its peak, "Where's your anger? Where's your self-esteem? Sit here, sit in a support group, cry and lament here, say put it down. You should have chainsaws , go outside and chase them down!"

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Radical Butcher is a minority, but most people, like these people in the mutual aid group, have regarded superheroes as being above the law and rules.

Those bastards seem immune to all law and judgment.

All Eric has to do is to strip off the halo of these superheroes and knock them into the dust.

Then go to form another superhero group that belongs to him.

He needs to deal with those beings who secretly covet the earth, if relying on this group of selfish so-called superheroes, it's just a dream.

"That's your lame reason? Haha, that's funny, who do you think you are? God, or Jesus?"

The motherland roared.

"I am your father!"

Eric used less lethal but extremely insulting language attacks.

The facial features of the people from the motherland were horrified, and the red lasers in their eyes suddenly shot at Eric.

Eric immediately turned on the superconducting state of the bat suit and flew into the sky.

At the same time, the stealth state of the battle suit is turned on.

Zila!

The death ray exuding thousands of degrees of high temperature cut through the space and swung towards Eric.

Eric, who was prepared in advance, easily dodged the launch line attack.

In the invisible state, it attacked the back of the motherland.

He wanted to try whether this suit could break through the defense of the motherland when it was in full operation.

call!

The speed of the natives of the motherland could no longer be captured by the naked eye, and he completed the movement of turning around and punching in an instant.

He seemed to have seen through Eric's "teleportation" tactics.

Eric was sent flying with one punch.

boom!

Eric was hit in the chest, and the whole person was thrown horizontally.

After the body smashed through a wall, it continued to charge forward.

The motherland took advantage of the victory to catch up with Eric, grabbed his black cloak, closed his powerful legs, kicked Eric hard in the abdomen, and blasted him farther away.

boom!

It hit the ground like a meteorite, forming a huge crater.

Gravel and mud were scattered into the sky one after another, as if there was a mudstorm.

Looking at Batman who was knocked into the ground with one blow, the homelander smiled contemptuously, "Do you think the same trick can deal with me?"

Nightwing in the Batmobile was startled!

Worse, it seems that the people of the motherland have understood where he lost last time.

If he can restore his usual combat IQ, Batman will definitely not be so easy to deal with him.

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