My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Chapter 149 Panic Level 1 Million

The Long Island Manor is still brightly lit.

Harper paced the room anxiously.

She was wearing a snow-white silk pajamas, and the baggy clothes completely covered her perfect figure.

Panic rating: 1 million, on a scale of 1 to 10.

She secretly defined her mood.

She thought of what Eric said to her when he left the manor in the morning: I'll be back later, if there are no accidents.

Then Eric kissed her forehead and walked to the door before she could say anything.

Harper's mood instantly became panic.

Than this morning thought he was going to roll over on the bed and pinch her cheek and say I had a great time Harper, thank you for such a great memory and wink her goodbye Sometimes fear.

She couldn't judge whether the situation Eric said was good or bad.

ah!

I have to settle down, focus, and think about how I can help Eric.

Alice Carter, if it were you, what would you do?

She thought of the hero of her fantasy novel.

Just as she was pacing anxiously in the hall, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Lian walked in with a worried expression, Harper, it looks like Eric is in some trouble.

Lian said while turning on the TV.

On the TV, there is a strange man wearing a skull mask standing in front of Eric, trying to uncover his mask.

Seeing this scene, Harper was so frightened that he almost fainted.

Lian hurried to support her.

We have to trust him, he's going to be okay, he's going to handle it. You know, he's always been so strong.

Liane held Harper's hand, trying to give her some warmth.

Although her hands are cold now.

Hearing that a missile carrying a biochemical agent was about to be launched towards New York, the two felt their hearts tugged again.

Not only is the lover in danger, but the city is also in danger.

Double bad news!

Fortunately, the skeleton monster's attempt to expose Eric's identity was successfully foiled.

Although he didn't know the identity of the mysterious man in the red hood who helped Eric, Harper was grateful to him.

The two were watching TV when they heard the faint commotion coming from outside.

what happened?

The situation is not good.

Cullen, who was wearing a tall pointed hat, hurried in from the outside, Everyone was frightened when they heard the news that New York might be attacked by biochemical agents. There are already rioting crowds on the streets.

American imperialism often causes riots from time to time, and then some citizens take the opportunity to beat, smash, loot and burn.

It seems that this has become a tradition.

Harper ordered Cullen to close the gate, and asked him to turn on the defense system of the manor set by Eric, and at the same time asked him to wake up the security of the manor.

Even though she was burning with worry, she still calmly ordered everyone to do things.

Cullen, I need to do one more thing.

After thinking about it, Harper said the last thing he asked Cullen to do, a thing to dispel everyone's fear.

…

Hey, hello, Dad!

Hmm...Huey? Where have you been? You haven't been seen for a month since you left the house last time. I thought you were injured, or kidnapped. I read about People smuggling...

Huey's father also seemed to be a chatterbox. Although he was upset to be woken up from his sleep just now, when he heard that it was his son, he started talking non-stop.

Hey dad...

Huey interrupted his father, he nervously covered the phone to his ear, You must get up now! Immediately!

What? It's four o'clock in the morning, do you think it's necessary? Huey, are you really kidnapped and need me to pay the ransom immediately?

No, listen, New York is very dangerous right now!

Huey looked at the strange man wearing a skull mask on TV,

He exhaled, In about a few minutes, I don't know a few minutes, but soon, New York City will be attacked by biochemical agents. You need to find a basement, preferably an underground nuclear explosion shelter, I remember there is one near us Underground car park, maybe you can go there.

Bring a wet towel and a gas mask? I remember Aunt Bonadette once...

Huey is calling his father to remind him to evacuate quickly.

On the other side, Frankie and Mother's Milk are preparing gas masks and antidotes.

This is a basement, which should be able to delay the spread of poisons more than ground buildings.

The Butcher Butcher stood in front of the TV, with his hands folded on his chest, staring at Batman on TV without blinking.

He didn't seem to have any intention of hedging.

Hey Butcher, act fast, New York is going to die!

French patted Butcher on the arm.

Action? Like you, walking around like a turkey? Handing out pills like biscuits, thinking that's going to stop this crisis?

Butcher complained disdainfully.

We can't fucking do anything but pin our hopes on this bastard!

Pointing to Batman on TV, Butcher said, Pray the bastard makes it! Otherwise we're all going to hell.

Faintly, Butcher has a shred of confidence in Batman.

This feeling is very strange, you know, he had a deep aversion to those so-called superheroes before, and wished that they would all die.

A group of bitch entertainment stars who have done all sorts of bad things for fame and fame, can act recklessly and trample on the lives and dignity of ordinary people in the cloak of a savior.

Such a bastard won't get any respect and favor from him.

However, for this Batman who turned out to be born out of nowhere, he had a faint feeling in his heart—this bastard was different from other bastards.

He covered his face and never showed his true face.

Although it appears as a frightening bat image in the dark, what it brings to people is by no means fear, but hope.

Maybe, if all superheroes were jerks like him, then Becca wouldn't get hurt and I wouldn't be a ducking mouse.

he thought to himself.

Looking back, I found that everyone was staring at him with strange eyes, especially Xi Meizi, whose eyes were very strange.

It seems to be re-acquainted with him.

What?

Butcher shrugged. Look at me like that. I have a fucking juniper on my face?

Mother's Milk pinched his chin thoughtfully, I remember you hated Batman.

Of course, I hate him very much now too!

Butcher had a wicked smile on his lips, Like I hate super hot girls.

Frankie whispered into Huey's ear, He hates the Spice Girls, but he often listens to their songs in private.