My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

In the basement, a dim incandescent light was on.

Brighten up a dusty room.

Huey Campbell rubbed his eyes, took out his phone, and checked the time.

Five past five in the afternoon.

He combed his disheveled hair with his hands indiscriminately, opened the door of the room, and walked to the living room.

Butcher was standing at the table with the Frenchman, talking about something.

Butcher picked up an electronic component and stared at the Frenchman suspiciously, This thing can really block electronic signals?

Yes, this is radio shielding foil, you can buy it at Fletcher Electronics Technology.

Butcher's usual venomous tongue began to flare up again, Are you engaged in intelligence and technology work?

It's just sales and installation.

Huey came up to say hello with sleepy eyes, Hi, you guys.

Butcher raised his eyebrows, and put on that half-smile expression on his face again, Good morning, handsome boy Sunshine.

He was mocking Huey for only getting up now.

Huey choked a little, Well, I'm not feeling well. You know, we were busy for so long last night, I'm not used to staying up late, and my head is still groggy.

That sounds like a good excuse, no one likes to stay up late. Do I have to say this to you again: Hey, Huey, you are a good boy, you worked so hard last night, now, come back Go home and see mom...

Once Butcher's venomous tongue started, he couldn't stop. His expression changed and he stared at Huey, Don't be stupid, Huey, what do you think we are doing? Play house?

No......

Huey opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself.

But soon, his blurted words were interrupted by breast milk.

Hey guys, you should come and see.

The breast milk who was watching TV shouted to several people.

Butcher ignored Huey and walked in the direction of breast milk.

Kimiko sat on one side of the sofa, staring at the TV screen intently.

She's been part of the small team since being let out by the Frenchie.

Although her relationship with the rest of the team is not very harmonious because she can't speak, the atmosphere is finally not the tense situation at the beginning.

what is that?

Looking at the strange guy on the TV screen, the Frenchman couldn't help exclaiming.

Wearing a face-covered helmet emitting a faint blue light, wearing an armor similar to Batman's, and slightly arching his back, the whole person looks very dangerous.

Is that Batman?

Huey asked Mother's Milk uncertainly.

Breast Milk shook his head, and his eyes were also blank.

It's like live TV.

The strange guy on the screen, making a dull synthesized electronic sound that sounds like the tip of a pen rubbing against sandpaper.

Very well, everyone seems to be wondering, who am I?

He paused, You can call me Arkham Knight.

Arkham Knight?

Butcher repeated the name, turned to the Frenchman and asked, How did this bastard use the TV network to broadcast live? Did he hack into the TV station's network?

Frankie thought for a while, This option is not ruled out. It is also possible to directly occupy the live broadcast center of the TV station and coerce the staff of the TV station.

Butcher nodded, Anyway, this bastard looks like a lawless person.

Jason, who was evaluated by Butcher as an outlaw, continued to broadcast live to audiences across the United States through the television network.

Perhaps you may be wondering why I appeared here, at a time when it was supposed to be a harmonious dinner time. If I had to explain it in detail, it would probably take a lot of time, so I will briefly explain it now.

The thing is, I want to play a game, uh, let's call it 'Savior Game', 'Operation Savior' would work too. That's probably not clear, because it sounds a lot like a save the world game, and I seem to be the fool trying to save the world who dominates this game.

There seemed to be a bit of sarcasm in his tone, Unfortunately, I am not the protagonist of this game. The protagonist is a person everyone is familiar with - Batman.

Speaking of the word Batman, Jason's tone became more serious, Batman, a pure person, always protects the weak and helpless, always trying to save everything, sounds great, It strikes me almost in awe. But... this time, let me see if you can save them.

As soon as his voice fell, the picture on the screen changed.

It seems to be a shot from a helicopter, and a familiar image of the island is presented in front of the audience.

This is... Governor's Island?

Huey murmured to himself uncertainly.

It looks like it's there.

The Frenchman looked uncomfortable and nodded.

The picture that appeared on the TV screen was a group of heavily armed mercenaries, holding the island residents hostage into the building.

The residents who were hijacked by the mercenaries all looked panic-stricken.

The small island is almost entirely occupied by soldiers with live ammunition.

Military transport vehicles, helicopters, and various weapons vehicles are speeding on the road in an endless stream, which looks like an army is closely assembled and deployed.

The screen flashed, and then switched to Jason's screen.

Governor's Island, a total of 524 residents, are all under my control now. This sounds like bad news, but as long as Batman comes to the island, everything will develop in a good direction and I will let these innocent people go. Therefore, Batman has the right to choose, either to escape, or to come to the island alone. And his choice determines the life and death of these people.

Jason seemed to move his body closer to the camera, and said in a cold tone: The time is tonight. Batman, are you ready to fight the devil?

Suddenly, the TV screen flickered and changed back to the normal news program.

The live broadcast that was inserted suddenly just now disappeared in an instant.

It was as if everything that happened just now was an illusory bubble.

However, audiences across the United States have witnessed this live broadcast, and they will not regard this as a bubble.

All of a sudden there was an uproar in the United States.

Countless people set their sights on this little-known island.

News media workers are like flies that smell the smell, and take the guys straight to Governor's Island, regardless of the danger.

After seeing the live broadcast, government officials and military personnel all became overwhelmed.

This is provoking the authority of their great American government, and it will not be tolerated!

Controlling and coercing so many people, and bluntly clamoring to wait for Batman to save people, is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Although the efficiency of the government army is low on weekdays, when encountering such a public slap in the face, their action efficiency is so fast.

A well-trained and well-equipped squad was quickly assembled.