My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

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On a quiet street, a thin old man was walking on the street.

The few light brown hairs were left on his head, and he was on crutches, but his steps were extremely hurried.

Walking into a deserted dark alley, after turning a few corners, I walked into an apartment.

The room was dark.

He opened the door of the room and turned on the lamp.

The scene inside the house suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

In the empty room, there were only a few pieces of furniture, but densely packed photos and newspapers hung on the walls.

Most of the photos feature superheroes, including the Super Seven, The Punisher, Tyco Knight, and more.

There are also Batman, Arkham Knight, Raven, and Nightwing.

The most reported content in the newspapers is about Batman, especially the hostage-taking incident on Governor's Island.

The old man walked to the wall, looked at the photos for a while, and focused most of his attention on Ye Yi's head.

After a while, he shook his head slightly, "It seems that it's time."

Walking to the sofa chair and sitting down, the old man picked up a glass of red wine and sipped it.

"However, now we need a key boost!"

The pale face of the old man was reflected in the light, like a pale and frightening face like moonlight.

He turned his attention to the photos of the people from the motherland on the wall, "and the key support is him—the people from the motherland."

The old man looked at the photos of the people from the motherland and smiled coldly.

 …

"So, why were we released again?"

The boomerang captain asked his surrounding teammates.

The Suicide Squad team was imprisoned in the Rikers Island Prison in New York. They thought that the day of successful escape would be far away, but they were suddenly released on bail.

"Is it Water Company?"

In the bar, a group of people gathered together, and the black spider replied while playing darts.

He had no entertainment in prison, and he had been holding back for a long time, so as soon as he entered the bar, he played a game of darts.

"No!"

Deadshooter unfolded the newspaper in his hand, and said coldly: "Valter Company is already overwhelmed, and they don't have time to pay attention to us little characters."

"Small role?"

Captain Boomerang seemed very dissatisfied with what Deathshooter said, and he asked Deathshooter uncomfortably, "You mean we are all small characters?"

"What do I think is not important, what do the important capitalists think, are you right?"

Deadshot put the newspaper on the table, stepped down from the high chair, and came face to face with Captain Boomerang, their noses almost touching.

"snort!"

The captain of the boomerang, who suffered a lot from death shooters in prison, didn't want to conflict with the opponent here, so he snorted coldly and sat back.

"So, where did this guy named 'Outsider' come from?"

Killer Frost asked the others in a sexy bunny costume.

"Outsider" was the only information they knew, and it was the name left by the man who bailed them out.

"I don't know, but the other party must have demanded something from us, and they won't let us take advantage of it in vain. Black Light Bar, look, this is the message the other party left us, this is the bar, and the other party asked us to wait here!"

Death Archer was also very puzzled by this, but he inferred that the other party would not release him in vain, and there must be some conspiracy.

"Dude, we've been waiting here for two hours, and the other party hasn't shown up yet. When are we going to wait? Wait until dawn? OK, you wait here slowly, I'm going back to sleep."

Captain Boomerang wasn't going to play Waiting for Godot with these lunatics, he was going back.

Squeak!

The door of the bar was opened and a young boy in a leather jacket ran in.

He patrolled around the bar and found Deadshooter and his party.

Immediately ran over quickly and handed a tape recorder to Killer Frost, "Ma'am, someone outside asked me to give this to you."

This is a somewhat old tape recorder, which seems to be from the last century, and it is a bit difficult to carry it with one hand.

"Heh, Sharp 777, old stuff."

After dismissing the children, Killer Frost looked at the tape recorder and handed it to Deadshooter with disdain.

"It seems that this guy called 'outsider' is still a person who hides his head and shows his tail."

Deathshooter took it over, pressed the play button, and the tape inside "hissed" and started spinning.

At the same time, a mechanical voice came from inside, "Everyone, I am the 'outsider', the one who bailed you out. Since you are repeat offenders, it took me a lot of work to get you out. You have angered a certain big man , If he finds out that you are gone, he will be furious. So, your freedom is still in my hands, don't try to escape, the consequences will be very serious."

The hoarse mechanical voice threatened Deathshooter and his party.

"Let's make a deal, you help me complete one thing, I will return your freedom, and the police will cancel your arrest warrant, how about it?"

"uh-huh......!"

The black spider shot the dart in his hand towards the dart board with a bang, "I knew it, it's another shitty deal, just like those stupid women like Waller and Madeleine."

The people in the tape couldn't hear Black Spider's voice, and he continued to read his weird lines, "Very well, you should have considered the pros and cons, you are all smart people, so you won't make stupid choices. And I, like that idiot Madeleine, will not let you break into Arkham without a plan."

The tape rotated slowly, and the voice inside slowly came out, "I will give you the architectural layout and logistics map of Arkham Asylum. In addition, a rights broker will contact you, he will arrange your identities, and will Give you the task."

Killer Frost heard this, picked up his glass, and drank it down, "Whether it's Madeleine or this guy in the tape, they are all real idiots. Eric Xavier's new Arkham Asylum is The most heavily guarded place in New York, there are heavily armed soldiers, and I heard that there are superhumans guarding there. If we go there, we will die!"

"But we have no choice."

The dead shooter pressed the "stop button" of the tape recorder, "No matter who he is, he must have the energy to settle the wanted by the police for us."

The black spider shot the dart onto the plate and turned his head, "Who do you say Eric Xavier is? Why did he have the same name as the madhouse in Gotham?"

"I don't know, but you'd better not get his idea. We fell into his hands last time."

Deadshooter signaled Black Spider not to investigate Xavier's information too much.

Killer Frost kept staring at the recorder, "What if we meet Batman? When I think of Arkham Asylum, I think of Batman, and, you know, there is Batman in this city."

"We can only hope we are lucky."

Deadshot shook his head and walked out of the bar.