My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

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Del felt as if everything around him was shut down.

Darkness and coldness surrounded him.

He could only hear the "click" of the alarm clock, which seemed to be amplified countless times, so harsh.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body tightened, and his body became tense.

His knees gave way, his upper body sank suddenly, and his head almost hit the corner of the dressing table.

At the same time, he let out a choking cry.

Miriam took a step back in fright, she didn't know what happened.

She just gave the other party a punch, wouldn't it be so serious, right?

Del didn't fall to the ground, but sat on his knees with his upper body straight.

Then, his back suddenly arched, and his shoulder blades hit the carpet heavily.

Miriam rubbed her eyes.

It seemed that he hadn't reacted to what was happening in front of him.

There was a gurgling sound in Del's throat, and his cheeks flushed and then turned purple.

He seemed to be desperately trying to breathe, but the airway seemed blocked and he couldn't get any air in.

His suffocated face turned purple like a fish coming ashore.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want to call an ambulance?"

Miriam finally realized that it might be the other party's illness.

She hurriedly ran to the counter, took out her mobile phone, and was about to call an ambulance.

Del was foaming at the mouth as he lay on the ground, his eyes red from burst capillaries.

His tense body began to relax. At this moment, he had lost all fighting spirit, his slender body began to go limp, his head was tilted at a frightening angle, and his face was pressed against the ground.

Then something even more unexpected happened.

The cockroach hiding under the bed suddenly jumped out for some reason,

It stepped on Del's twisted upper lip like climbing a ladder, and its plump little body burrowed into one of Del's nostrils.

Miriam gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She opened her mouth to say sorry to Del, but a sickness rose in her stomach.

After clearly stating the address to the doctor on the phone, he hung up the phone, ran to the bathroom, and vomited into the toilet.

"I killed someone?!"

Miriam, whose body was trembling, was full of this thought.

what to do? I actually killed someone?

Miriam felt a burst of panic in her heart.

She was at a loss, her hands and feet were cold, and her mind had become blank at this moment.

Boom!

Frankie and Huey burst open the door and burst in.

Ignoring Miriam's surprised gaze, Frankie knelt down to examine Del's body.

Then shook his head.

"He is dead!"

Hearing the words of the two strangers who broke in suddenly, Miriam finally couldn't bear the panic in her heart and slumped down on the ground.

"You killed him!"

Frankie stood up and looked directly into Miriam's eyes.

"What?"

Huey made a sound of surprise.

He pulled Frankie out of the room, "Frankie, you didn't tell me that just now. You said it was epilepsy, and it has nothing to do with this girl."

Huey felt it would ruin the innocent girl.

"Huey, the recurrence of epilepsy cannot be said to have nothing to do with this girl. Besides, she is a superhuman, you saw her movements! She is as fast as a bullet. She is not an ordinary person at all, but a superhuman. "

"Yes, Frankie is right."

Butcher and "breast milk," the mute Kimiko, popped out of nowhere.

Butcher's usual bastard smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "To deal with those bastards, we need more chess pieces that can be used, and the girl inside is the one that can be used."

"Just like how we dealt with the Claw Girl back then?"

Huey felt that this group of people had no bottom line in doing things.

"We were able to save the landlord who was under the ass of the Devil's Claw, just like we saved the landlord who died of suffocation, but we didn't do anything. So, what is the difference between us and Walt's bastards?"

"Huey!"

Butcher grabbed Huey by the collar and lifted him up, "To deal with villains, if you follow the rules, you will only end up in failure. We were hundreds of meters away from the landlord who sucked the ass of the magic claw girl, and we didn't have anything can not do this."

"And now that bastard inside! Do you think we'll break in and put a wallet in his mouth so that he can't bite his tongue? No, unless you are a witch with magic you can save him!"

Butcher put Huey down and looked him straight in the eyes, "There's nothing we can do, it's his fate!"

After shocking Huey with some words, Butcher led several people into Miriam's room.

"Hey! Don't get excited, we're here to help you!"

Butcher looked at Miriam, who had already collapsed emotionally, and raised his hand, indicating that he didn't have any weapons in his hands.

"We are here to help you, without any malice!"

Butcher walked slowly to Del's body, bent down, and examined it carefully.

Del's body had grown cold, his eyes like corks about to pop from a champagne bottle.

Open his mouth and confirm that the other party died of epilepsy.

Butcher closed the door and said to Miriam, "You've got to trust us, we've seen what this bastard is trying to do to you, so we won't tell. What's your name?"

"Miriam."

Miriam is already like a wooden figure, she will answer whatever people ask her.

"OK, Miriam, we'll help you dispose of this corpse, it's very simple."

Butcher calmed Miriam's emotions.

"what do you want?"

Miriam is not the kind of girl who doesn't understand anything, she sees the dark side of this society very clearly.

During her wanderings, Miriam had often hitchhiked on the big trucks that drove along the roads, and she had seen the faces of those bastards.

She knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this society.

"No, we don't need you to do anything!"

Butcher had an "I'm kind" look on his face.

"We're a squad, a squad for troublesome assholes. We can help you, and you can help us with small things, simple things, at least for you, you're a metahuman, right?"

"Yeah, I'm a metahuman, what about you? Are you super terrorists?"

Miriam regained some sense. She raised her head and looked at the group of people with cold eyes.

The guy she was talking to had a Cockney accent and a fierce look on his face.

The black guy behind him was big, muscular, and looked like a gangster who used to hang out.

On the other side, there's a guy with a French accent, and a guy who looks like a sissy, and at the end is a woman with disheveled hair covering her eyes.

These people don't look like good people no matter what.

So Miriam has reason to suspect that they are the super terrorists that are often reported in the news.

"Of course we are not!"

Butcher immediately denied it.

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