My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

The next day, early morning.

The "terrorist attack" by the Raven on the Firefly Motel once again caused an uproar in the United States.

The people were terrified by the terrorist attack on Governor's Island and the headshot in Congress.

Now, another super-terrorist who is covered in black shadows all over his body and can release raven umbral monsters with a wave of his hands, violently beating up Black and Wonder Woman, can this still lead to a peaceful life?

Residents feel that their safety has been greatly threatened.

New York City is no longer that law and order cosmopolitan city!

Although the surprising city hero Batman appeared, the battle with the super-terrorist ended with the two disappearing on the battlefield, leaving the public with no clear understanding of the outcome of the battle.

Maybe Batman wins, maybe the super-terrorist who can transform a raven wins, but the result doesn't matter at this point.

Because the public realizes that a Batman superhero alone cannot stop the growing number of super terrorists.

Their urgency for superheroes and Compound Five just got higher.

Many protesters, holding signs that "demand the legalization of Compound No. 5", went to the Capitol to protest.

Most of the media and scholars have also begun to formally discuss and face the issue of the legal right to use Compound No. 5.

In short, an unintentional incident has brought the influence of Walter International to a higher level.

Eric was not paying attention to the public opinion from the outside world. He was in the living room at this time, planning to buy an island as the "New Paradise Island" for the Amazon female warriors.

After asking the steward to collect a lot of information about the islands near the Americas, Eric began to select islands suitable for the Amazon base.

The island needs to be large in size, more concealed, and not on important routes or hubs, so that it is suitable as a base for Amazon female warriors.

Not to be noticed, even if it disappears from the radar, it will not attract anyone's attention.

In short, how to choose the right island is a big problem.

Queen Hippolyta and the Amazons can now use the Met as their venue,

But it's impossible to stay inside all the time, so I have to get it all done within a month.

 …

On the other side, the long-forgotten Harley Quinn walked out of the police station refreshed.

She was wearing a slightly oversized police uniform. After wandering around the street, she robbed an old pervert who was staring at her lewdly.

Using the dollars he robbed from old perverts, Harley went to the store to buy a slightly more normal set of women's clothes.

"If I had a team of supervillains, I'd have a highway named after me, which would be cool, wouldn't it?"

With a lollipop in her mouth, Harley Quinn muttered to herself.

Crossing Fifth Avenue, Harry snorted coldly when he saw the news of Batman vs. the Queen of Shadows (the nickname given to Raven by the media) was being broadcast on the advertising screen of the building.

"In this chaotic world, of course I am the only one who can be an opponent to Batman...Especially in the absence of Pudding, I feel that I am the only super villain qualified to be Batman's opponent. "

Harley was a little frustrated, she felt that she was much cooler than that shadow queen.

Since it was late at night and the raven was surrounded by shadows, the camera did not capture the raven's face clearly. What Harry doesn't know is that Raven is the woman who wears the bat mask and plays Batwoman.

I was wandering around the street bored, and suddenly found a company.

"UTI Superhero Business PR and Consulting Firm"!

There is a line of small characters written under the sign, "The company has been cooperating with Water International for many years, and has a lot of experience in superhero public relations and business consulting. The company can provide business consulting for any superhero-related issues."

When Harry saw the company's introduction, his eyes lit up.

Maybe it's a company that can give its own group of supervillains a favor.

"Ahem, I've been waiting for a long time. Are you Ms. Harley?"

The tall, thin man with black-rimmed glasses and an expression of "I'm very professional" reached out to Halle who was waiting in the rest area.

Beside him was a flirtatious guy in a golden suit, with a big curly hair and sunglasses.

The two welcomed Harry into the office.

"UTI has been in the superhero business field for many years. No matter what kind of trouble or need, we will help you solve it, ma'am."

The tall and thin man sat on an office chair, with a confident gleam in his eyes.

"I'm skeptical, but... let me say what I want - I want a team of supervillains!"

Harry stood up, put his hands on the table, and said to the two excitedly.

"Uh... you mean, a superhero team?"

The tall and thin man asked uncertainly.

"Is there any difference?"

Harry blinked.

"certainly!"

The guy with the big head, stood up, "Although we know that the so-called Walt superheroes are a group of bastards who do bad things, but you can't name him, superhero and super villain, these are different titles. "

"Hmm," Harry pretended to half understand, "you can do it, but you can't talk about it, right?"

The tall and thin man nodded, "Even if you want to form a team of super villains, you still have to declare a team of superheroes, so that even if you do something bad, no one will be surprised. Superheroes are like this anyway."

"This is the role of packaging and publicity, ma'am, you choose UTI company, we will serve you wholeheartedly, you need superhero teammates, right? We have a lot of candidates here."

The tall and thin man turned on the computer as he spoke, and began to operate it with a snap.

"This is Kronk, he's a thug."

The tall, lanky man pointed the laptop screen at Harley Quinn, which revealed the image of a bald muscular man.

"29 years old, 225 pounds, 6 feet 7, skills are... muscle, strength, bench press, word, basic, Java."

Standing on the back of Harley Quinn with a big back, he promoted: "If you don't mind his steroid madness, he should be the best candidate."

"I don't think such addicts are suitable to join my team. Are there other candidates?" Halle shook her head.

"There is one more, Professor."

The thin and tall man dropped out the information of an old man with a goatee image, "He is a wise general, and he may be suitable for your team."

"Age 39, height five feet eight, special skills are literature, printing, exquisite squirrel traps, and children, and the signature catchphrase is: This is science, ma'am."

Big Back took the trouble to introduce to Harry, "He is a very smart person."