My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Quantum starter? Sounds like a big deal, I think, I've got Batman's lifeblood!

The setting is Gotham City, where the Riddler has stolen a magical item from Batman.

The equipment that looks like a VR virtual reality controller lies quietly in a black metal box, exuding a strange luster.

A stream of pure energy emanates from above continuously.

Riddler wanted to play a game, so he hid the Quantum Enabler where he thought it would be safest.

But now, he's being targeted by a troublesome man.

Not Batman, but one of the last guys he wants to deal with.

So... let's guess a riddle, when is a door not a door? Does it feel bad, the answer seems to be on your lips, but you can't guess it.

The Riddler spoke to the other party in the communicator.

You're challenging my patience!

The other party didn't seem to want to play this game with him.

The answer is, when the door is ajar. OK, let's make another simple guess, what goes around the city and never moves?

The Riddler sat in a room with a monitor and continued to ask each other.

A silence answered him.

The Riddler smacked his lips, feeling a little disappointed.

The answer is the city wall!

He took the initiative to reveal the answer.

What do you want, Sigma? The other party's patience has dropped to the lowest point.

The Riddler showed a smug expression, clasped his hands together, and rested them on his chin, I have the final say, so I'll ask the question now, try to keep up with my speed.

What is yours, but others often use it more than you?

The Riddler posed another riddle.

This time the other party quickly guessed the answer, Your name!

oh?

The Riddler showed a surprised expression, Have you heard this riddle before?

No, I use Google! Same as everyone else!

The Riddler fell silent.

After a while, he raised his head and asked in an unhappy tone, Why are you talking to me like that, Waller?

A woman named Waller stood in the combat conference room with a smile on her lips, It's very simple, because I need you to chatter to locate your position!

My... what?

The Riddler didn't seem to be able to react for a while.

boom!

A violent explosion sounded from behind him.

The ceiling where he was located had a big hole blown out by a bomb.

Then the rope hung down, and the special forces on the helicopter slid down the rope and quickly landed on the ground.

Assault rifle in hand, aimed at Riddler.

The red laser pointers flashed densely, aiming at the Riddler.

Hands up, hands up for me to see!

The leading special forces captain shouted to the Riddler.

The Riddler immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Take him away, don't show mercy!

Waller's mouth showed a victor's expression.

Everything is planned.

If you catch the Riddler, you can find out the Quantum Enabler, that's her purpose!

The Riddler was grabbed by the arm by the special forces, twisted behind his back, and pushed to the front of the console.

Twist his arm, and roughly let his face lean against the cold mechanical shell.

The Riddler who was in a desperate situation did not have the awareness of being a prisoner. He turned his head and asked the surrounding soldiers: Let's guess another riddle. Why didn't I stop when I was ahead?

Snapped!

As soon as the Riddler's voice fell, the lights in the entire hall went out instantly.

Inky darkness immediately surrounded the wide space.

Waller, who watched the live broadcast through the soldier's monitoring equipment, had a cold look in his eyes, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

Report now! Report now! What happened?

She hurriedly asked the soldiers at the scene.

The special forces have no time to respond to him, facing the dark environment and enemies that may appear at any time, they need to concentrate!

Turn on the night vision goggles all! Guard the four directions!

The special forces chief gave orders to his subordinates.

Slap!

The night vision device carried by the special soldier's helmet was turned on, and his strength returned to normal in an instant.

In the night vision device, everything around him became a dark green and terrifying existence.

The leader of the special forces squad got used to the viewing angle of the night vision device a little, then raised his gun and looked in another direction.

Something suddenly appeared that scared him into a cold sweat.

After he saw clearly what it was, he immediately shouted, God, it's Batman!

It was Batman who suddenly appeared and plunged the surroundings into darkness!

Batman throws a flashbang on the ground.

boom!

The flashbang made a crackling sound.

Immediately, the surrounding white light lit up, and the night instantly turned into day.

The eyes of the special forces were irradiated by the dazzling white light, and they became blind for a moment.

Shet! Shoot!

Following the captain's order, gunshots rang out immediately.

The sound of gunshots burst open like fried beans.

In the dark night, accompanied by gunshots, there were screams from soldiers.

The sound of punching to the flesh, the sound of the body falling to the ground, constantly sounded from the unknown dark space.

Waller could only analyze what happened from the constantly flickering images.

Frowning and staring at the display in front of him, Waller pressed a red button on the panel.

Facing the communicator, he said: I call the priority ultraviolet light to form the X task force, and we have another suicide mission!

While speaking, he gritted his teeth and aimed his gaze at the monitor.

There is no sound or picture on the monitor.

Obviously, her special team is completely finished, and it was taken care of by Batman!

 …

Eric is continuing to investigate Stephen's death at the Big Red Chicken.

The bartender who took a few sheets of Franklin seemed to relax a bit.

So, what do you want to know?

What do you think of Stephen?

Well, the bartender said, picking up a glass of beer, I don't know, I think Stephen has been...vulnerable, confused, because most of the time he looks depressed.

Also loves to be coquettish, don't forget this!

The uncle sitting on the other side of the bar reading the newspaper spoke.

He didn't raise his head, and continued to read the newspaper, his expression didn't fluctuate at all, as if he wasn't the one who spoke just now.

Max!

The bartender seemed a little dissatisfied with the gentleman wearing glasses, he frowned and stopped talking loudly.

The guy named Max continued to stare at the newspaper, and said in a casual tone: What? Is there any problem? It's just helping the police officers to evaluate the facts of this case, just exercising their civic obligations...

The bartender explained to Eric helplessly, That's Max, my boyfriend, and he has some personal opinions on this case.

I believe that I am more qualified than anyone else to talk about these things. After all, I spent night after night here, watching the last young man with a lot of flair looking you up and down.