Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 513 The Women's Super League at Work on the First Day

Super Investigation Department.

meeting room.

Mark sat on the chair with his legs crossed and unconsciously tapped his fingers on the glass table top.

As for the black-faced Hank Henshaw on the opposite side?

Playing psychological tactics?
Or play the Martians to detect the mind?
Mark leaned forward and looked at Hank Henshaw with a smile on his face and said, "What? Is there something on my face?"

Hank Henshaw frowned slightly.

Perfect disguise.

Detect people's hearts.

This is their Martian special ability.

but.

This ability is now disabled.

quite a while.

Hank withdrew his gaze and said indifferently: "Last night, the leaders of the eight organized crime teams in the neighboring city died suddenly overnight, and at the same time, their activity funds were completely missing."

Mark shrugged and said, "So? Director Henshaw intends to bring justice to these people?"

"No, compared to them, I am more concerned about the history of you and the woman who appeared beside you yesterday."

"I told you, I'm a black household, and so is Maizi."

"...do you think I believe it?"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I'm afraid I shall ask Mr. Lewis to stay here for a few days."

"Hehe, Chief Henshaw, can I ask you a question?"

"of course."

"Did anyone call the police? Or did the eight vitality organizations call you to report that they were robbed?"

"...we are a secret law enforcement agency with the authority to detain you."

"Haha."

Mark smiled brightly and looked at Hank Henshaw, the director of the super-investigation department, who was pretending to be a Martian with an upright face, and said, "Please."

Just right.

Housing and the like should not be so quickly set up.

Some people provide three meals a day plus dormitory Mark is wishing for it.

Moreover.

Kate is here too.

very perfect.

Mark is happy.

Hank Henshaw was silent.

This is the first time he has faced such an uncertain person.

As for what Kate said came from another universe?

Hank Henshaw is 1 unbelievers.

He may still believe that it is an alien.

But another universe?
What a joke.

but.

What Mark said was true.

Even a secret agency cannot detain people so casually.

quite a while.

Mark walked out of the super-check department under the escort of Kate.

Mark turned his head to look at the big black-faced man and said, "I don't mind staying here with you, as long as my fiancee looks at me."

Hank Henshaw said with a dark face: "We have no extra resources to waste."

Mark shrugged and said, "Do you need me to donate? Although you can't get a lot of money, it's no problem to donate 4000 million or [-] million."

Hank Henshaw was silent for a while, turned and walked towards the institution.

Because of the relationship between Mark and Kate, Hank Henshaw felt that there was no need to embarrass each other over a trivial matter.

Coupled with the mysterious color of Mark.

It made Hank Henshaw feel that maintaining a relative friendship is a good choice.

This is the Martian sixth sense.

Mark looked at the big black-faced man who walked into the institution and shrugged.

really.

Blackface guys all have the same character.

Can't help but tease.

However, the stewed egg can still see the tricks and provoke the last two or three rounds.

This Hank Henshaw in front of him?

Couldn't last a round.

uninteresting.

Very boring.

Kate next to him looked at Mark, who shook her head and sighed for a while, as if possessed by a showman, suddenly stretched out her claws and twisted towards Mark's waist.

A twist.

Kate blinked at Mark, who was watching her with a smile.

Twist again.

Mark's expression remained unchanged.

wrong.

There was no expression of pain.

But...

Kate froze for a moment, then let go and said angrily, "I'm at work."

What's going on in this guy's head?
Gold leaf?

Mark said helplessly: "Then you can at least tell me where your apartment is, and you can't let me go to the metropolis tonight to continue earning extra money."

"Then you go." Kate said angrily, "Kara's cousin, Superman, lives in Metropolis."

Mark sneered and said indifferently: "The scum that is immune to magic resistance can't go a round under my hands at all."

Kate: "..."

Yes.

No matter which dimension or the Kryptonians of which earth.

A few points remain constant.

For every superhero Kryptonian, there is a supervillain Kryptonian.

Kryptonians are afraid of kryptonite.

Kryptonians are all physical flow, and the cloaks on their bodies are not magic resistance cloaks.

A magic attack went down.

Mark can make Superman kneel before him and beg for mercy.

Although Mark doesn't know how to attack with magic, don't forget that Maizi, the CEO of the underworld, knows it, although Maizi doesn't like to use magic very much.

As for the women's super?

just forget it.

After all, they are all future sister-in-laws in name...

After half an hour.

Wearing sunglasses, Mark walked alone on Highway [-] with his hands in his pockets.

There are two earphones plugged into the ears.

This time it was a vacation.

There is absolutely no need for mind flying or anything like that.

at this time.

not far away.

Whoa whoa whoa...

Police lights flash.

The siren blared.

With a thud.

A 90s car drove past Mark like the wind.

Followed by two or three police cars chasing and intercepting.

Mark froze.

Just shrug.

He is a black household in this world.

Never mind.

But Mark doesn't care that some people care.

Another snort.

Mark caught the blue and red phantom from the corner of his eye.

At the same time, it also solved a doubt that had always been in his heart.

That is.

What's under the girl's skirt?
Safety pants.

really.

Only the unknown is the most mysterious...

Mark took off the earplugs loudly towards Leaping's female superstar and said, "Hey, fly slowly, you are speeding."

It was Kara's first day as a vigilante superhero, and when she heard such a sentence, her flight trajectory was distorted.

He turned his head and looked over.

Mark was waving at her with a smile on his face.

Cara's face turned dark immediately.

next second.

Bang!
When Kara fell to the ground, the ground really cracked like Ultraman descended.

The car, which was evading police pursuit, slammed into it.

Comparing the hardness of a car with a Kryptonian?

The car is a complete failure.

Not every car is called a Cybertron.

After helping the National City Police Department complete the car chase mission.

Kara took off directly, ignoring Mark's beckoning and took off instantly.

Mark was helpless.

In midair!
"You go away." Kara, who was flying towards her apartment, looked at Mark who was suddenly parallel to her and said angrily.

Mark looked at the flying posture of the women's superstar and asked curiously: "Do you Kryptonians need to raise your hands to fly? Is your Krypton also called the M78 nebula."

"……what?"

"you see me."

"..."

Kara looked sideways.

Mark wore a suit, with his hands behind his back, riding the wind!

How can it be described as chic and unrestrained.

Totally one word.

Handsome.

hansome.

Awesome!
In the Super Investigation Bureau.

Kate and Hank Henshaw stand side by side on the big screen.

Among the big screen.

Under Mark's command, the female superstar began to change her flying posture with a confused face.

Kate couldn't help covering her forehead.

This mentally handicapped...

(End of this chapter)