My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Mr. Eric, thank you very much for coming. I'm really sorry about what happened last time. I must say, it was a complete misunderstanding.

Madeleine didn't expect Eric to come in person, so she immediately apologized sincerely to him.

She's referring to the previous attempted kidnapping of Eric by the Suicide Squad crew.

Those people have received the punishment they deserved. For the injuries Mr. Eric suffered, we actively compensate and feel sincerely sorry.

Madeleine's posture is very low.

No way, after the kidnapping attempt and Flight 305 broke out, the reputation of Water International Corporation plummeted, and the stock market also rose all the way. Thanks to the fact that the company's main business is not superheroes, it was not completely wiped out.

If Eric's understanding can be obtained now, it will have a strong effect on the market value of Water Company.

So she actively pleases Eric.

But Eric laughed, never mentioned whether he understood or not, and chatted with Madeleine.

Although she was secretly anxious, Madeleine had to put on a smiling face and stay with Eric.

There is no way, when you ask for help, you must lower your posture.

The place where the speedsters are selected is located inside the Water Building. Although it is not as spacious as the stadium, it can be barely used.

This also reflects the downfall of Walter's company from the side. If Walter's company selected speedsters before the scandal, it would definitely be a big fan and choose the most luxurious gymnasium in New York City.

Next to Eric is Leslie, and Peggy the Phantom Cat.

After the frowning Madeleine left, Peggy showed contempt in her eyes, It's obvious that I did it myself, and I'm still sophistrying!

As a person who personally experienced the incident that day, Eric's loyal beauty bodyguard couldn't help but express her disdain and contempt for Madeleine.

Eric smiled, Valter's transaction has dropped by 6% this morning, and in the past week, it has dropped by 58%. If it reaches 19, it is estimated that they will repurchase it. Pharmaceutical Accusations from industry associations, and various lawsuits: breach of fiduciary duty and confidentiality clauses, fraud, assault, kidnapping, personal injury... Now Walter has fallen into a quagmire.

so......

Eric turned his head to Paige, Paige, this is what they are facing, so no matter what they do, they will not admit it.

Peggy nodded half-understanding.

In the adult world, how can such a clear distinction be made between right and wrong?

Unless the face is completely torn, everyone is wearing a mask and saying insincere words.

That's pretty much the world.

Eric sighed indiscriminately and looked into the venue.

The speedsters participating in the selection have not yet entered the arena, and some machines and dummies were placed on the scene.

An Asian young man, wearing a blindfold, swiftly swung the long stick in his hand!

Whoosh whoosh!

The stick made a sound of breaking through the air and made a sharp sound.

Ho!

He raised the stick and threw it towards the dummy, piercing it with a poof.

He is a blind spot. Ashley is going to invite members to join the Super Seven, but it is still under discussion.

Leslie introduces Eric.

Well, invisible to the eyes, Asians, ethnic minorities, absolute political correctness. It seems that no matter what the situation is, the people at Walter will bring this set to work.

Eric complained.

He remembered who this blind man called Blind Spot was, the unlucky guy who was shot to death by the people of the motherland in the timeline.

Ashley happily introduced it to the motherland, and wanted to let this low-profile Asian version of Daredevil join the Super Seven.

But the blind spot was slapped to death by the people of the motherland, and they uttered cruel words: The Super Seven does not need an ordinary, incompetent, and damn blind.

It seems that Walter has a strong desire to rebuild the Seven, so let's wait and see.

Eric found a place to sit down, and quietly waited for the main show to start with Leslie.

 …

Drops of rain fell, and the entire forest was shrouded in night.

A police car heading for the suburbs of New York City pierced the darkness of night with its red lights flashing.

Approaching the lunatic asylum that had just been converted from an abandoned hospital, the police car stopped.

A burly man in police uniform got out of the car.

The strong man raised his head and looked in the direction of the madhouse, walked to the trunk of the police car, opened it, and took a look inside.

A heavily bound man in underwear struggled with a rag in his mouth.

The strong man shook his head, then slammed it shut.

He adjusted his police cap, walked to the passenger seat, and led out a handcuffed woman on top.

The handcuffed woman with a fiery figure was Killer Frost. She complained to the strong man who was holding her, that is, Death Archer, Does this method have to be used?

As for the action plan of robbing the police, stuffing it in the trunk, and pretending to be a policeman, Killer Frost doesn't think it is very reliable.

At present, it seems that we can only believe in the opponent's so-called battle plan.

Death Archer replied sternly.

All right.

Killer Frost shook off the water droplets on his body, I hate such illusory things as luck!

Bang bang bang!

Deadshot knocked on the iron door.

The staff in the lunatic asylum saw the dead shooter and the frost killer wearing a prison uniform through the monitor, checked the other party's identity tag, and opened the combination lock.

Click!

The door was opened, and the dead shooter walked in openly.

After entering the first door, is the registration office.

The staff compared the identity information of the other party, and then called the New York Police Department to confirm.

While waiting for the staff to make a call, Deadshooter whispered to Killer Frost: We have ten minutes to install the equipment. The place where that person is located is the most heavily guarded area, and the two of us alone cannot save him. come out.

You have the final say, Boss.

Killer Frost shrugged indifferently.

After the phone call, the staff handed over a few forms, You need to fill out some forms, and I have outlined the places that must be filled in. The madhouse has just started operation, except for Mondays and Tuesdays, the mentally ill patients provided by the police station are not accepted at other times, even if You have proof.

uh-huh.

Deadshot snorted coldly, Maybe you should call your boss, Mr. Xavier, for instructions. At least we have obtained his consent. The deputy chief of the New York Police Department once called him.

Although Deadshooter was a little nervous, he wittily lifted Eric out.

He didn't believe that the staff member dared to call Eric to confirm.

OK, since that's the case, let's go!

The staff put away the form and signaled him to pass.

Deathshooter led Killer Frost through the second door, and couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief.

Finally passed the level successfully.