My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Huey, do you have the impression that I'm the kind of person who came here randomly?"

Butcher put down the bazooka and asked Huey.

"I don't know, but looking at you, you really look like the kind of person who will mess around at any time."

Seeing Butcher put down the bazooka, Huey immediately felt relieved.

The tone of speech also became relaxed.

"That means you don't know me yet, Huey."

Butcher stood at the back of the car, looking at the ancient castle in the distance, his expression became rather playful, "Since we formed a team, Huey, you know very little about me."

Huey felt that what Butcher said made sense, but he didn't want to agree with him at all.

Because he wasn't at all interested in digging into Butcher's life.

"Okay, the person I called now should have come."

Butcher looked at his watch and said to the others around him.

"Call someone?"

Huey felt a little baffled, "Did you call someone else?"

"Some heinous bastards, criminals with super powers, talked to Night Wing in Titan, and the other party decided that I could hire them for a while."

Arkham Asylum houses many dangerous criminals, and many of them are criminals with superpowers. Night Wing was in charge of managing these criminals, and usually let them carry out some dangerous tasks secretly, so he made the best use of them.

Of course, most of the people sent out to perform tasks have taken safety measures. Like the Suicide Squad, some miniature bombs or poisons are placed in the opponent's body, and if the criminal wants to escape, the death switch will be pressed on them.

Therefore, few of these psychic criminals will escape.

Butcher found Nightwing and borrowed some of his men.

Ye Yi and Butcher didn't have any feud or friendship, but thinking that the other party was his teammate, he lent him some criminals with superpowers.

Butcher was talking when suddenly a large group of unknown guys gathered from outside.

Hurry up towards the gate of the castle.

The presidential guard in charge of guarding saw so many people rushing over at once, and immediately raised their guns nervously.

"Everyone is not allowed to move!"

shouted the captain of the guard to the menacing crowd.

"Haha, it's not up to you to decide!"

The criminals screamed wildly and rushed towards the guard soldiers.

"You...how did you tell them?"

Seeing Butcher making such a big fight, Huey asked in surprise.

"It's very simple, as long as someone breaks into this castle, each person will be rewarded with 10,000 US dollars, and if they can take a photo with the buildings in the castle, 20,000 US dollars."

Butcher drew big pies to the group.

"But where did you get so much money?"

Huey didn't think Butcher got the money from somewhere.

"Actually, I don't have a penny, and even if I did, I wouldn't give them. It's just a group of criminals who use superpowers to do evil. Do you think I will give them my integrity?"

Butcher is just using this group of psychic criminals, and he has no intention of fulfilling his promise.

"Well, I knew it was."

Huey grunted.

Since these criminals are superpowers, the guns of the guard soldiers can't do much for them.

The burly criminal who ran in the front used super powers to make himself bigger, and then blocked the bullets for everyone.

His superpower is to rubberize his surface body, forming a rubber body like Luffy, which can resist ordinary attacks, even bullet impact.

The criminals beat up the blocking Secret Service agents, showed their skills and climbed over the wall, or simply slammed into the iron gate of the manor with brute force, trying to gather a crowd to rush into the castle and complete the task of taking photos with the buildings in the castle.

As for whether they will be punished afterwards, the law does not blame the public, as long as the guarding agents are not harmed.

The secret service agents responsible for protecting the president's safety dealt with this group of savages of unknown origin and quickly raised their guns to shoot, but unfortunately, the effect was minimal. The criminals rushed up against the rain of bullets, and someone even released smoke under the cover, and the agents suddenly coughed from choking.

The last group of blockers were defeated, and the Arkham prisoners seemed to see the green dollar beckoning to them, and immediately rushed up cheering.

Everyone shouted loudly, "It's 20,000 US dollars for a group photo", "I heard that there are a lot of expensive furniture in it, let's move it together" and rushed into the main building of the castle.

The gate of the old castle manor was breached, and the prisoners took old-fashioned mobile phones and ran quickly to the building, holding up their mobile phones to take crazy selfies.

The Secret Service agents who were about to chase them were preparing to attack these trespassing criminals. They saw them facing the building, posing in various enchanting poses and taking pictures, and they all fell into chaos.

This is... what does it mean?

They didn't come for Mr. President, but broke in just to take pictures. Is there something wrong with this group of people?

The agents originally wanted to call for reinforcements, but when they saw this group of idiots, they stopped calling for help.

"If... if the so-called 'Dark Knights' really existed inside, wouldn't those prisoners be very dangerous?"

Looking at the chaotic farce inside, Huey couldn't help frowning, and asked Butcher.

"Then I wish them luck."

Butcher sneered, and turned his attention to the prisoners entering the manor again.

 …

At the same time, Eric, who is located in the bat base in New Jersey, is also using the monitoring system set up throughout New York City to observe the farce in the German manor.

After handing over the task to the "Owl Squad", Eric did not choose to be the shopkeeper.

He has been silently watching the development of the whole incident behind his back.

Although Eric was a little disgusted with Butcher's use of "prisoners" as bait, it was not easy to come forward to object at this time, so he had to quietly record this account in a small ledger, and then settle accounts with them later.

The big screen showed that a prisoner successfully broke into the gate of the main manor, which seemed to be the place where Mr. President lived.

But at this time, a sudden change occurred, and the prisoner let out a scream just as he rushed into the building.

He was planning to go in like some valuable furniture, but he didn't expect to go in and it would be a disaster.

In the next second, a head flew out of the gate.

The sudden change made everyone stunned!

No one thought that such a thing would happen, just entering the building where Mr. President was, he was killed! Who is the person inside? Where is Mr. President? Or, Mr. President is no longer inside, is someone else pretending to be Mr. President?

A strange laugh sounded, and a man wearing gothic-style black clothing came out of the German manor.

The man was about 1.90 meters tall, with a thin build, wearing a spiked blindfold on his head, and carrying two exaggerated sickles stained with blood in his hand.

"Damn it! Who is he? Did he kill him?"

Some of the prisoners looked at the strange guy who was dressed strangely and exuded a strange aura, and asked loudly to the surrounding accomplices.