My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"I need to speak to Mr. President."

Edgar Stein, president of Vauter International, speaking to officials serving as Mr. President's personal advisers at the White House in Washington, D.C.

The two are sitting in a corner of the consultation meeting in the Capitol building.

"Mr. Stan, although you have asked several times, I still regret to tell you that Mr. President cannot see you without an appointment."

The slightly younger white official said in a businesslike tone.

Although he used to be a partner of Water International, he received countless political donations from the other party.

The reason for being so businesslike and even merciless is that Edgar Stein's time is over.

"Uncle Fried Chicken" is still serving as the president, but he was pushed to the foreground only as a tool to reconcile the former Walter Company with the new director of Chenxi Company.

At present, the power of Water Company mainly falls in the hands of Eric Xavier of Chenxi Company.

That's why he was so impatient with Edgar Stan.

After sending Edgar Stan away, the guy named Allen lowered his head and pondered.

It is said that Mr. President has been on vacation since yesterday. It stands to reason that even if he is on vacation, he will not give up all his work.

Why can't Mr. President get through on the phone? Is there any accident?

Allen called Mr. President in the morning, but he never got through.

He didn't take it seriously at first, because the maverick president often didn't answer his phone.

Last time, he made an emergency call to Mr. President because of the Congressman spy case, but he couldn’t get through, which made him think that there was an accident. However, after going through many contacts, he realized that Mr. President was just having a good time playing on the golf course. Deliberately not answering his phone.

So Allen has reason to suspect this time that Mr. President was upset that he affected his vacation and put his mobile phone into the blacklist.

"What a headache!"

After making complaints about Mr. President, Allen walked quickly to his seat.

He had been out for too long, and the counseling session had begun.

 …

At this time, Mr. President, whom Allen was thinking about, was located in a private castle on the outskirts of Washington.

This is a private German winery. Due to the stock market crash, the German industry went bankrupt, and the winery was acquired by the federal government.

And Mr. President, without permission, brought his family here for vacation.

In fact, he was very interested in the legendary world famous wine inside.

This Mr. President is an out-and-out "wine lover".

There were more than twenty security personnel working as guards, all gathered outside, looking as if they were facing an enemy.

A group of agents stood not far from the security personnel.

Wearing a black suit and sunglasses, he looked capable.

Standing at the forefront is "The Butcher" Butcher of the Owl Squad.

"Is the information accurate?"

Huey, who is now an agent, tidied up his suit nervously.

He usually likes to wear sportswear, and this is the first time he has worn such formal clothes at a place other than a dinner party or reception.

Even so, his heart was still filled with faint pride.

After all, he's now an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Belonging to the government establishment, you can get wages, and enjoy medical insurance and various benefits.

Most importantly, this job sounds better than the "Black Robe Reconnaissance Team" or the "Owl Squad". Agents are chic and handsome, just like 007, with all kinds of high-tech tools and beautiful cars. .

After Huey told his father about becoming an agent, his father specially invited friends and relatives from his previous company,

Had a good time in the apartment.

What surprised Huey the most was that Mr. Eric was there in person at the party his father celebrated for him!

This is enough to save face.

Although Mr. Eric shook hands with his father kindly and said "I am your loyal fan..." "May I ask if you are Simon Pegg?" My father was confused, but Everyone is very happy that Mr. Eric can come.

Moreover, he met a girl at the party, a black girl, who was as gentle and lovely as Luo Bin, and he felt that he was falling in love again.

"Of course it's accurate. It was specially approved by the Ministry of Intelligence. Mr. Xavier also knew about it, so he specially asked us to investigate by name."

The big "Mother's Milk" cast his eyes on the group of people looking at him, the guarded presidential guards, and casually replied to Huey.

"Mother's milk" enters the government establishment, so I don't have to hide like a bereaved dog every day like before, and I am very satisfied with my current life.

He now earns more than he earned in the Juvenile Control Center, and has a legitimate job, and his wife and daughter have a different impression of him.

The wife who had a "cold war" with him before became enthusiastic about him again, and his daughter was also proud of herself, shouting "Dad is a handsome agent!"

There has never been a better time than now.

"The Butcher" Butcher was not as proud as the others, and his emotions were written on his face. He stood behind the car and checked the bazooka prepared in the car.

"Our lovely Mr. President has stayed in the manor for more than forty-two hours and has expelled all the guards. It is reported that someone has entered this castle. According to the eyewitness intelligence description, the person who entered the castle People are very similar to Batman, but don't forget that the so-called bullshit bastard Dark Knights are all Batman. Therefore, there is a high probability that something happened to this Mr. President."

Butcher inspected the bazooka carefully and said to the others.

"If it's just for this reason, the Mr. President's guards at the door won't let us in at all. There are also some superpowers in the guards. If we force ourselves to break in, it probably won't work."

The Frenchman French shook his head, thinking that it is still necessary to investigate secretly, and it is best not to startle the snake.

Just now the "Owl Squad" stepped forward to negotiate with those guards, and due to Butcher's bad temper, there was almost a conflict.

So now those soldiers have been watching their side on guard.

"Scare the snake? Then you overestimate these people. If I want to go in, I can let them see God with this rocket."

Butcher pointed to the RPG weapon in his hand.

"Then you must be crazy."

Huey said aloud.

He felt that Butcher was getting more and more messy. Even if he became an agent of "SHIELD", he still looked like a gangster, doing things as he wanted, without considering the consequences at all.

"Then what do we do? Huey, tell me."

"I... there is always a way anyway."

Huey looked at Butcher, "You can't mess around, Butcher, if Mr. Eric knows you..."

"Relax, Huey."

A smile appeared on the corner of the butcher's mouth, "I'm going to use this thing to deal with those super bastards, you don't think I'm going to shoot cannonballs at our Mr. President, do you?!"