My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

The motherland smashed down the abandoned three-story building, and the roar was as shocking as thunder.

The four teenagers who were hiding on the third floor and plotting big things were frightened.

Led by a mop-blond guy with the muscular frame of a firefighter, he gathered three buddies he met from Twitter and decided to form a Family Guard of the Homelanders.

We are all superpowers, and we are all loyal fans of the motherland, so we want to set up a team of superpowers to help the motherland maintain law and order in New York.

There are stars in his eyes, and when he mentions the people of his country, he can't help but admire him, that is his biggest idol, strong, friendly and friendly, he really loves him!

Um!

The other three Caucasian guys in urban-rural fringe clothes nodded together.

Okay, since we want to be teammates, let's introduce our abilities first! Rick, let's start with you.

A short, fat, freckled boy clenched his fist proudly, My superpower is strength. Everyone calls me Tank Boy.

Rick, don't people call you Tank Boy because of your size?

Another friend ruthlessly exposed him.

What did you say!

Rick flew into a rage, stood up, pumped his fists, and was about to fix the nasty guy.

Boom, violent shaking came from the top of the head!

Then a red figure smashed through the reinforced concrete and fell to the floor not far from them.

Followed by a man in a black battle suit, he gave out to the red figure.

The rocky floor, shattered, fists roaring like shelling.

The air exploded before the eyes of several people, and the shock wave caused several people to retreat continuously.

Hey, that seems to be from the motherland!

Fatty Rick pointed to the beaten red figure and said.

Impossible, the people of the motherland are invincible!

The blond captain immediately shook his head in denial, how could the most powerful superhero in his heart be beaten violently!

It must not be him!

He was doing intense self-hypnosis, even though he could see clearly that the guy was exactly the same as the homelander on TV.

On the other side, chubby Rick started to take out his phone to take pictures.

If he didn't have an account, he would have wanted to start a live broadcast. I have never heard of the scene where people from the motherland are violently beaten, what a gimmick!

I'm on fire!

Rick's hands were shaking as he held the phone.

It can be expected that this tank boy is definitely not a loyal fan of the motherland. He was so anxious to see the blond team leader that he almost cried, and he still had time to shoot.

The entire third floor seemed to be flooded by bombs. The shock wave caused by Wei Chen hitting the air was enough to stun anyone.

The people from the motherland protected their heads and were given a frantic K.

The temporary bewilderment caused by the sonic bomb finally receded, and he began to organize a counterattack.

However, because his right hand was injured and his ears were buzzing, he was always at a disadvantage and just passively defended.

The battle between the two caused the reinforced concrete on the third floor floor to be shattered. The group of four yelled and quickly retreated to the edge of the floor. When their brains recovered from the dizziness just now, there was another bang. Come.

The entire floor of the third floor collapsed, hitting the second floor, and then continued to shatter downwards under Wei Chen's bombardment, blasting all the way into the basement.

The four people looked back at the same time, and saw that amidst the crashing sounds and their horrified eyes, all the floors and floors had disappeared, leaving only a large dark hole leading directly to the basement.

In the sky full of smoke and dust, only the cracking sound of the two fists colliding together was heard.

The group of four looked in shock at the almost completely destroyed abandoned building,

At this moment, there are still sporadic falling and impacting sounds coming from below.

Oh my god! That guy, who is so cool in a black battle suit, beat the people of the motherland!

Rick was filming with his phone in one hand while yelling.

Holy Virgin Mary! I must be dreaming. I would rather believe that aliens are coming than believe that someone can beat up the people of the motherland. Is that superhero who looks like a bat from the Walter Company?

Shet! Do you have shit in your head? Does Walter have any heroes who are better than the people of the motherland?

While watching the battlefield with concern, the blond-haired squad leader lashed out at his teammates.

Wei Chen's low temperature ability can only last for half an hour. Once the battle time exceeds 30 minutes, the suit will enter the normal state from the superconducting state because it cannot provide low temperature.

Fighting against the people of the motherland in an ordinary state is tantamount to seeking death.

So he had to make a quick decision.

25 minutes until the superconducting state shuts down!

Wei Chen burns all the energy, controls the temperature to the lowest, and at the same time, the kinetic energy output in the suit is the largest, operating at the maximum power state.

At this time, Wei Chen entered a state of berserk.

The black fist turned into afterimages all over the sky, and with the sound of bang bang air crackling, it blasted towards the people of the motherland.

A native of the motherland who is more of an entertainment star than a soldier, it was the first time he met a guy who couldn't be dealt with with one blow, and was beaten into a mess. So his mind is completely messed up!

The end result of a weak fighting spirit is to be completely beaten. Although he fought and retreated to block most of the attacks, fists still fell on his face.

He swore that he had never suffered such a heavy iron fist.

Every blow was like a large amount of TNT exploding on his face, even if it couldn't hurt his bones or muscles, it still made him want to go crazy with pain.

enough!

The motherland finally cheered up, gritted his teeth, and shouted, I am God, the greatest superhero in the world, who the hell are you? How dare you do this to me!

Wei Chen ignored him, walked closer, and continued to greet his distorted handsome face with his fists.

The motherlander blocked Wei Chen's fist with his left arm, and then freed up his injured right hand to attack Wei Chen's heart at a faster speed.

Trying to break Wei Chen's battle armor with one punch and take out his heart.

The two were entangled together, and the motherlander's super speed was brought into play, shattering the battle armor at Wei Chen's heart with one blow.

Crack!

The anti-motherland armor built with a lot of money was smashed to pieces, and the fragments fell into the air.

Wei Chen's heart felt as if it had been hit with a sledgehammer, and the convulsions stopped in an instant.

But fortunately, thanks to the protection of the battle armor, most of the damage was absorbed, so that he did not faint.

Enduring the pain, he raised his knee and hit the Chinese man's chin. While hitting him stiffly, he rocked his arm backwards, concentrated all his energy on the glove, and swung it out violently.

With a bang, the people of the motherland flew out like shells. The whole person suddenly smashed a big tree, then smashed into a car, and finally plowed a deep ditch, rolled into a factory building district.

The wall collapsed from the impact, and the giant steel pipes piled up in the factory were knocked apart and rolled down clangingly, completely crushing the people of the motherland.

Wei Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, You're not a god! Because a fucking god isn't as weak as you!

Looking at the ruins in front of them, and then at the mess and misery inside the factory building, the group of four were all horrified, and they looked at each other, not daring to move at all.

Fatty Rick's heart was beating wildly, and he didn't dare to move his hand while holding the phone, for fear of attracting the attention of this terrible guy.