My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Governor's Island, where Eric is located, is 800 yards from Lower Manhattan, with an area of ​​172 acres, the largest undeveloped land in New York City.

There are 220 buildings on the island, including magnificent buildings from the 18th and 19th centuries, armories used during the Civil War, and Victorian and Roman buildings.

There are more than 500 permanent residents on the island, most of whom are building maintenance personnel and equipment management personnel.

Governor's Island is open to the public before October every year, and there will be more tourists at that time. It is now the beginning of winter, and Governor's Island has been closed, so there are few people there, and it is quite deserted.

Jack Edwards is an ordinary staff member of the Governor's Island Preservation and Education Company.

Governor's Island Preservation and Education Corporation is a company established by the New York State Government responsible for education and the development of tourism on the island. Jack's job inside is to make tourism promotion, and he will be busy every summer.

Either making a promotional page, or busy preparing for a firework show.

Fortunately, it's the off-season now, and he can finally relax and enjoy his leisure.

Rented a bike and rode to the nearest pub.

After riding for fifteen minutes, I saw a striking sign: Swift Bar.

The signboard in the shape of a wine bottle swayed in the wind, looking like it might fall down at any moment.

It may have been damaged by the strong wind that raged overnight yesterday.

Looking at the familiar signboard, Jack seems to have tasted the taste of the long-awaited nectar.

Push open the rattling door and enter the bar.

This is a stylish, voluptuously designed bar.

Dark wood furniture, animal heads, chrome trim, concrete floors.

Jack stepped on the familiar floor and looked around.

There were not many people in the bar, a few men in leather jackets were sitting at a table playing cards with a large bubbling jug of water.

Obnoxious bikers swaying around the pool table, and on the jukebox, the Iron Butterflies blare: In Paradise Gardens, baby.

Jack walked to the bar and asked the bartender for a whiskey.

Just as he was about to chat with the bartender, the door was knocked open with a bang.

It was loud and got the attention of everyone in the bar.

A man in metal and black armor walked in.

The shiny black armor, full of beauty, with concave-convex patterns on the surface, set off the opponent's perfect figure.

An unknown man with a black covered helmet on his head.

The lower front half of the helmet seems to be a translucent device, allowing him to clearly see the outside scene.

The eyes of the helmet emit blue light, like an unknown creature exuding a strange aura.

Most impressive is a red bat logo engraved on his chest armor.

bat? Does he have anything to do with Batman?

Jack looked at each other, thinking wildly.

The mysterious helmeted man who entered the bar observed his surroundings with his helmet goggles emitting blue light.

Perhaps because of his powerful aura, everyone in the bar remained motionless, and the happiest bikers who danced on weekdays also rarely curbed their violent temper and turned into well-behaved little sheep.

Excellent bar atmosphere, it's a pity that I am a villain! Gentlemen, let me announce to you that you have been kidnapped!

The mysterious helmeted man announced to everyone present in a dull voice.

What?

Jack was shocked when he heard the word kidnapping!

One person wants to kidnap the entire bar staff?

As if hearing what Jack was thinking, the mysterious man in the helmet beckoned, and a group of heavily armed gunmen rushed in.

Bang Bang Bang!

The heavy military boots hit the concrete floor, like the approaching footsteps of death.

Gunners armed with automatic weapons and wearing tactical helmets were trained to control all personnel in the bar.

No, sir, please let me go, I didn't do anything, this... this is not right.

Jack folded his hands behind his head, knelt on the ground, and begged the helmeted man for mercy.

The helmeted man came over, lowered his head, and stared at Jack.

A dull electronic voice came from his helmet, No, in this world, it's not about right and wrong. It's about wrong and wrong.

Everyone is not innocent. As far as I know, most of the staff on Governor's Island have worked for the Genovese family (gangster family). Humph! Extortion, kidnapping, extortion, on the surface Paradise Island, but Just a corrupt hell.

He took out his pistol and aimed it at Jack's neck, And I am an antidote to this miserable world!

After the mercenary gunman took everyone out of the bar, the man in the helmet turned on the communicator.

The plan has already begun! It's up to you to stop all armed forces from entering Governor's Island within seventy-two hours. I want to have fun with the old guy!

The voice of the motherland came from the other end of the phone, Arkham Knight, I want to remind you, don't go too far, otherwise this drama will not end.

The man in the helmet, Jason Todd, whose alias is Arkham Knight, put away his pistol and said, Of course, we have agreed upon a deal. After capturing Batman, I will play a show with you.

Beat me and save the innocent. Make you the savior and regain the love of the people! Sounds great, doesn't it?

The sinister voice of the people from the motherland came from the communicator, You just need to remember!

After hanging up the communicator, Jason raised his head and stretched his neck.

This is really cool. Explosively!

 …

Eric quickly noticed the changes that happened on Governor's Island.

After all, he is now on Governor's Island.

Although it was a basement, he had placed a lot of surveillance equipment and alarms around the Victorian building that served as a cover.

First, a large number of helicopters flew into the island from outside, and then rumbling military trucks and transport vehicles covered with tarpaulins drove in continuously.

It was as if preparing for a military exercise.

In the monitoring room, Bob looked at the dusty trucks and unknown persons, and frowned into a Sichuan shape, Is this aimed at our laboratory?

Eric, who was dragging his chin, shook his head, No, if it was targeting us, the opponent would not launch such a big momentum. And observing the deployment of the opponent, it is almost deployed along the perimeter of the island and the fortress, which seems to be We're preparing for a small battle.

Eric felt that the opponent was more like preparing to deal with an elite army rushing in from the outside.

Also, Eric paused, They kidnapped people on the island everywhere, and they seemed to be planning to plot something, or to negotiate with the government, or...

Or what? Bob demanded.

Or force someone to show up.

Eric stood up and stared at the panicked crowd on the monitor, For example, forcing Batman to show up!