My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Maeve's body can resist the impact of an eighteen-wheeled truck, and an attack of this magnitude is not enough to knock her down completely.

Leslie thought that Maeve was out of combat, and her tense nerves relaxed a little.

She lowered the Vulcan sword she was holding and walked to Maeve, who was hanging on the wall and bowed her head in a "coma".

"Humph! Queen Maeve, that's all, it's not as difficult as Uncle Eric."

Leslie curled his lips, retracted his sword, and turned to leave.

She doesn't want to kill Maeve, at least now, she has no desire to kill Maeve.

Destroying a person does not necessarily mean depriving her of her existence physically. If she can be defeated spiritually and by faith, it is the best revenge for her.

This is what Uncle Eric taught her.

"Hey, Wonder Woman! Didn't your teacher teach you a lesson?"

Maeve's faint voice sounded from behind Leslie.

Leslie was taken aback!

He turned around as fast as he could, but it was too late.

"That is, never give your back to others, no matter if it is a lingering enemy or a vulnerable opponent!"

Maeve's heavy punch accompanied her words, hitting Leslie like a storm.

A heavy hammer hit Leslie in the side of the face, making her spin many times in the air like a spinning top, and fly far away.

"Duang!"

Leslie's body slammed on the ground, smashing the marble floor tiles into pieces.

She spat out a mouthful of blood and her face turned pale.

After the mutation of flight 305, it was the first time that she, who possessed divine power, was beaten so badly.

If it weren't for her special physique, this punch would definitely blow her head off. Even so, her ears were buzzing, and she couldn't stand up in a short time.

Maeve didn't fall into a coma just now, she just lowered her head and silently recovered her strength.

Unexpectedly, Leslie turned his back to face her directly!

In the face of such a careless enemy, Maeve will naturally not be soft-hearted.

"Although he has divine power and a strong body, he is just a rookie who has not experienced battle tempering."

Maeve panted slightly, looked at Leslie struggling on the ground, and shook her head slightly.

......

Long Island, Wei Chen's manor.

It was already late at night, and the moonlight at night filled the entire manor like mist woven by silver sand.

Harper suddenly woke up from his dream.

Wei Chen, who slept in the same bed, was not by his side.

She put on a shawl-style scarf, got up, got out of bed, and walked out of the room.

Found that the door to the basement was opened.

The black-gold metal door was open, and a faint white light came from inside. A slight sound came from the secret underground, and it seemed that someone was lurking there.

Walking down the metal stairs slowly, Harper soon saw Wei Chen, who was thinking deeply in front of a glass booth.

He held his chin in his right hand, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes were lowered, as if he was worried about something.

Harper looked a little distressed.

"What's the matter? Darling?"

Seeing Harper coming, Wei Chen quickly adjusted his mood, "Harper, you will freeze like this."

Harper was wearing khaki pajamas and a scarf that barely kept out the cold. In the late autumn weather, it was easy to catch a cold.

"It's okay, but what do you seem to be worried about? Eric."

"Ok......"

Wei Chen nodded, "Do you know what's inside this glass booth?"

Harper didn't expect Wei Chen to suddenly ask this. He tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, "I remember it was a red and gold armor that looked very similar to Queen Maeve's battle suit. You said it was for The future Leslie prepared..."

Speaking of which, Harper suddenly covered his mouth and asked in an unbelievable tone, "My God! Little Leslie didn't steal the armor, did she? Where did she go, and is she in danger?"

Wei Chen gently stroked Harper's shoulder, "Don't worry, although Leslie is young, she won't mess around. Besides, she's so strong, no one can hurt her."

"But......"

"I have contacted Cullen and asked him to find Leslie's whereabouts. I believe there will be results soon."

As soon as Wei Chen mentioned Cullen, the phone rang.

The caller ID was Cullen.

Put on the phone and listen to Cullen's report.

"I see, thanks for your hard work, Cullen."

Hanging up the phone, Wei Chen's expression was particularly solemn.

"Did something happen?"

"It's a bit of an accident, but it's not completely out of control."

As Wei Chen answered, he turned his eyes to a glass cabinet on the left.

Inside is the anti-motherland armor designed by Wei Chen. The black color is full of power, with a cold light and chill. In harmony with the night, it trembled slightly, and it seemed that it could not wait to prepare for its first battle.

......

Maeve looked down at Leslie, who was lying on the ground, ready to take her to the Walter Company for interrogation.

She may know the secret of Flight 305, and maybe it has something to do with the so-called owl court.

In short, Maeve had a feeling in her heart that this woman was hiding a lot of secrets, which might be very important to her.

She dragged Leslie from the ground, ready to call headquarters.

"Boom!"

The street suddenly shook for a while, and then there was a loud bang!

It seems to be the sound of some kind of heavy object falling to the ground.

Maeve put Leslie down and looked in the direction the voice came from.

Looking through a gray RV, UU reading www.uukanshu.com saw a figure bathed in black.

Wearing a black battle suit, the angular and sharp battle suit perfectly fits his explosive figure. The black cloak rattled. It didn't seem to be an ordinary cloak. The texture looked very hard and heavy, as if it had been soaked in heavy oil.

The black bat mask on his face covered most of his face, only his mouth was exposed, which looked mysterious and extraordinary.

The crackling sound just now was the shock shock that he produced after he landed.

Maeve's heart sank.

Are the people here an enemy or a friend? Do I need to call headquarters?

She hesitated about the next steps of action.

The man in the bat mask on the opposite side quickly moved in front of her the moment she thought.

The two were no more than fifteen meters apart.

Attacks can be launched in between breaths.

Maeve's eyebrows twitched, so fast!

"Who are you?"

Maeve looked at him warily, thinking that this man was a dangerous target of the highest level in her heart.

Under the mask, Wei Chen deliberately spoke in a hoarse voice, "A knight."

"Clam?"

The corners of Maeve's mouth rose, as if she had heard something funny, "A knight? A knight from the dark night? With all due respect, New York City doesn't need knights, maybe you should go to the countryside of England, maybe there are You are very welcome."

"Maybe," Wei Chen's voice was as rough as sand, "the knight is going to save the princess, whether it's in New York or England. So please give me the woman next to you."

"What if I say no?"

Maeve's fists were clenched, her whole body muscles were tense, and she was ready to go to work if she disagreed.

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