My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

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There are some old buildings on both sides of the street where the Batmobile is located, and the ground is an uneven slope going down.

The building complex divides the streets into fragments.

It's like a man-made maze.

Erik was driving the Batmobile at low speed as he tried to get behind the Cobra tank and finish him off.

Hey, I have a question for you, Mr. Batman?

What?

Can your car block tank shells? Well, I don't mean any harm, I'm just curious.

Robert lay back in the safety seat, blinking his eyes.

Trust me, you don't want to get hit by a tank shell.

Eric replied to him, and then focused on the radar scanning display.

Passing through a dark alley, Eric's Batmobile successfully circled behind the opponent.

The radio, which had been silent for a moment, rang.

It was an unfamiliar voice.

Hey, Batman, do you know the resemblance to the guys who survived my fight?

Eric frowned. The other party knew that he was listening to their radio and provoked him. Was it to provoke him?

That is, the next time I meet you, I will die in Huangquan!

Eric listened to this self-introduction, which was slightly in the second grade, and the corners of his mouth turned up. Which guy with a second grade is this?

You may be thinking, who the hell is this guy? Hahaha, of course, I will tell you my name—Walter Stiller. Remember this name, it will become your worst nightmare in the future.

The guy named Walter had an extremely arrogant tone.

Now, let me see where you're hiding, poor little mouse. I'm going to grab you and grind you to powder with my tank!

He's driving a tank,

Search for Eric's Batmobile.

Although the Batmobile has cloaking materials, it may not be of much use in the face of such close-range radar scans.

I... what shall we do, Mister Batman.

Robert heard the threat from the other party and asked Eric in fear.

If words had the magical power of intimidation, you'd be the first to fall for it.

After Eric complained about Robert, he turned off the engine of the Batmobile.

Bathe the entire Batmobile in darkness.

Only the faint sound of tank tracks running over the road could be heard outside.

Robert didn't dare to breathe, for fear that the other party would find him.

You can't hide forever, Batman, I'll find you, you dark creature of the sewer!

On the radio, the arrogant voice of the pirated version of Death Knell was still heard.

When the scanning radar indicated that the tank had entered directly in front of him, Eric suddenly activated the accelerator.

The roaring sound pierced the night sky.

Blue flames spewed out from the rear of the Batmobile and rushed forward in an instant.

Cross the street like a sword and get behind the cobra tank.

This is a square where the fountain has dried up, and the tank driven by Walter is parked here, scanning the Batmobile.

Suddenly appearing behind the Cobra Tank, Erik flipped the EMP switch.

boom!

The high-frequency microwave radiation energy converted by the microwave device sends out shock waves visible to the naked eye, rushing towards the Cobra tank.

The transient voltage of thousands of volts impacted the Cobra tank, producing a dazzling yellow light.

The electric spark of Zila flashed, instantly destroying the control system of the Cobra tank.

The tank, which lost its control system, suddenly lay down.

Facing the sudden attack, Walter was completely dumbfounded.

What the fuck happened?

he asked the tank driver.

The driver manipulated the computer with sweat on his face, All systems have failed, probably caused by electromagnetic pulse.

Fack, then fix it quickly!

Sir, I have to restart it, this... this will take about fifty seconds!

However, on the battlefield, time is life.

Eric naturally wouldn't give the other party a chance to restart.

Instantly activate the 60mm cannon that comes with the Batmobile.

boom!

The artillery shells bombarded the weak armor of the tank, shaking the opponent violently.

The defensive power of the tank is astonishing. After being shot, there was no damage in other aspects except that the hit part was blackened.

It looks like a big turtle with rough skin and thick flesh.

Eric shook his head, changed the direction of the cannon, and aimed it at the track of the tank.

bang bang bang!

Three consecutive shells were fired.

The track part of the tank was bombarded many times by fierce artillery fire, and it was sadly broken in two and fell to the ground.

After losing the tracks, the Cobra completely rested.

OK, it seems that humans are still the ones who finally solve the problem. I've had enough of machines!

After muttering something, Walter picked up his samurai sword and stood up.

The lid of the tank was lifted.

Walter, wearing a yellow and black battle suit, jumped out of it.

The speed is very fast, like a bolt of lightning.

Self-proclaimed that he is proficient in martial arts, compared with tanks and shells, he trusts and trusts the katana sword and guns in his hands the most.

He is confident that he can kill Batman in a duel.

Of course, the premise is that the opponent can come out of the Batmobile and is willing to fight him one-on-one.

And Eric did as he wanted, and jumped out of the Batmobile directly.

The super bounce of the Batmobile endowed him with more kinetic energy, coupled with the second form of the Batsuit that opened instantly, his strength has surpassed the limit of the human body dozens of times.

Collided with Walter mid-air.

The chests of the two men collided violently.

But Walter was the obvious injured party.

Eric, who was fully fired, knocked the opponent out at once.

Huge force hit Walter's ribs like a locomotive.

Click!

He heard a crisp sound, and then his eyes went black for a while.

A mouthful of old blood was almost spurted out.

Walter, with broken ribs, fell hard to the ground.

His back touched the ground, and his whole body hurt like a frame falling apart.

Eric maintained the posture of hugging Walter.

Slightly got up, put his left knee on his right leg, lifted his right leg slightly, and grabbed the collar of his battle suit.

Raising his iron fist, he punched him on the head.

Even though he was wearing a mask, this punch still made the opponent dizzy and temporarily lost his resistance.

In a short moment, the winner was decided.

Robert, who was watching the battle, was completely dumbfounded.

This yelling guy should be strong, right? Why was he knocked unconscious by Batman with one punch?

Is the enemy too weak, or Batman is too strong!

Robert was in disarray.

Grabbing Walter in a semi-comatose state, Erik opened the back of the Batmobile.

When the safety seat was extended, Eric threw him onto it.

Looking at Walter who was strapped into the safety seat and stuffed into the Batmobile, Robert swallowed, Mr. Batman, is this okay?

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