My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Well, the Invisible Man was forced to die, the Homelander disappeared, the locomotive was hospitalized, the Super Seven fell apart, and there is no better news.

Madeleine sat on the sofa chair, clutching her forehead dejectedly.

Although the terrorist attack at the hearing objectively changed the unfavorable situation of Water Company.

But Madeleine couldn't feel better anyway.

She felt that everything was out of her control.

This company seems to have more forces lurking in private.

This made her feel that her power was getting smaller and smaller.

Ashley!

She picked up the phone and dialed Ashley's number.

Call the storm to my room!

Not long after, the storm came to her room.

Wow, nice environment, reminds me of Hesse's glass ball hut.

As soon as the storm came in, he commented on Madeleine's room carelessly.

What Hesse?

Steppenwolf, Glass Bead Game... Hermann Hesse, don't you know? A writer who likes to write neurotic fairy tales.

Storm explained.

Facing the storm of eloquent talk, Madeleine felt her head ache even more. This guy is said to have a lot to do with the Fiddlesticks family, and his qualifications are especially old, and he never takes anyone seriously.

She doesn't want to have any contact with this kind of person unless necessary.

By the way, continued Storm, Hesse was a traitor, he was a German, but he defected from his own country, he was a naked traitor. I remember he once wrote an article Ah, Don't speak like that, friend, call for peace!

Storm showed a disdainful expression, Don't want war, are you just watching us being invaded by those alien species?

Forehead......

Madeleine didn't know how to reply.

I have long heard that the storm is a bit racist. It seems that not only is it racist, but other remarks are also very reactionary and dangerous!

cough!

Madeleine coughed and brought the topic back on track, OK, let's talk about something else, for example, what do you think about yesterday's hearing? I mean, you were there too.

You suspect that I did it...?

The corner of Storm's mouth slightly raised, Although I really hope to kill those bastards who get in the way, but sorry, I didn't do that.

Madeleine thought for a while, then sat back on the sofa again, So...are there any terrorists in the United States?

Except for Arkham Knight, there are no terrorists. Of course, Arkham Knight is also one of your people... If you do this, there is not a single super terrorist.

So—

Madeleine suddenly thought of another person. She took a deep breath and asked in an uncertain tone, Did Edgar do all this?

Storm didn't seem to be too concerned about this matter, she said in a neutral tone: Maybe, I mean he is quite smart, especially among Africans.

She looked at Madeleine with a sad face, Perhaps, this is not a bad thing. Although there are some sacrifices, there is no doubt that we have obtained a favorable situation.

Madeleine looked at the smiling storm and felt that this woman was more dangerous than she imagined!

 …

I thought you wouldn't come out with me.

Walking on the streets of the city, Ye Yi put his hands behind his head and said to Eric.

Both are now in casual clothes.

The people who walk in the daytime are not Batman and Nightwing, but ordinary people.

Anyway, it's okay to be idle, so I'll investigate with you.

Eric felt that his nerves had been too tight recently, so it would be okay to go out for a walk and act as a detective by the way.

Eric handed the photo in his hand to Ye Yi, The name of the deceased is Stephen Rubinstein, eighteen years old, a student at New York University, he had an apartment in Lagmercy, but he would find time every week to meet the Yonkers' mother,

Her mother lived on a decent block of land in Yonkers.

Ye Yi looked at the photo in his hand, and the boy named Stephen lay sprawled on the cold concrete floor, Are you only eighteen?

He sighed slightly.

Also, he does not drink or take drugs, has no history of mental illness, and has never had any problems in his studies and communication.

Eric seemed to have grasped all the information about the deceased. He continued, According to the information provided by the surveillance video, do you know where he was last seen before his death?

Ye Yi shook his head, Where?

The Big Red Chicken, the bar where you got into fights! Which means... he's gay!

I don't think ... that should have nothing to do with my fight, at least I didn't see him in the bar.

Although a little surprised, Ye Yi still spoke his mind.

Maybe he left before you entered the bar. In short, the investigation has a clue, and that is the Big Red Chicken Bar!

Talking, the two soon arrived at their destination.

Even though he didn't wear a blindfold now, Ye Yi was afraid that the bartender would recognize him, so he put on a hat casually to cover his face.

Standing outside the bar, Ye Yi thought about the terrible experience last night again, he swallowed and asked Eric, Do you not mind?

What?

Enter the gay bar.

It's daytime, and there shouldn't be any hormonal guys in the bar, so—don't worry.

Eric said as he pushed open the door and walked in.

Sure enough, there was no one in the bar except the bartender and a bald man sitting away from the bar.

It was the same bartender from yesterday, wearing a big red coat, leaning listlessly on the bar counter.

There were shards of glass left on the ground, which were left by Yewing's fight last night.

Hey, would you like something to drink?

The bartender asked Eric who was walking in the front.

Soda, Dick, what do you want?

Standing behind Eric, Ye Yi replied in a deep voice, A pint of Budweiser, thank you.

Hey man, you know Stephen, right? Stephen Rubinstein.

After Eric took the soda, he asked him.

The bartender was shocked when he heard the name, and then stared at Eric suspiciously, Excuse me, who are you?

NYPD, buddy, I think we can talk. Eric said while showing his police ID to the other party.

After reading the police officer's ID, the bartender was still dubious about Eric's identity, Officers, I heard that Stephen died last night, but I have to admit that I had nothing to do with his death.

Eric had already prepared for his rhetoric, and took out a few Franklin and put them on the table.

I understand why you are wary of us. In fact, there is nothing suspicious about this case, and everything seems to point to a normal fall. But my colleague and I don't think so...

Eric pointed his finger at Night Wing, We think Stephen's case is worth our time. I have great sympathy for you people. Find out the evidence and the murderer, that's what we're going to do!