My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Maeve's physical body can resist the impact of an eighteen-wheeled truck, and this level of attack will not completely knock her down.

Leslie thought that Maeve had lost her fighting power, 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".

"Hmph! Queen Maeve is nothing more than that, not as difficult as Uncle Eric."

Leslie pouted, retracted his sword, and turned to leave.

She didn't want to kill Maeve, at least for now, she didn't have the desire to kill Maeve.

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

That's what Uncle Eric taught her.

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

Maeve's faint voice sounded from behind Leslie.

Leslie was startled!

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

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

Along with her words, Maeve's heavy punch hit Leslie like a storm.

With a heavy hammer, it hit Leslie hard on the side of the face, making her spin many times in the air like a top, and flew far away.

"Duang!"

Leslie's body hit the ground hard, smashing the marble floor tiles into pieces.

She spat out a mouthful of blood, her face pale.

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

If it wasn'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 for a short time.

Maeve didn't pass out just now, she just lowered her head and recovered her strength silently.

Unexpectedly, Leslie turned his back to her directly!

Facing 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 combat 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 a fog woven from silver sand.

Harper suddenly woke up from his dream.

Wei Chen, who was sleeping with her, was not by her side.

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

The door to the basement was found to be open.

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

Slowly walking down the metal stairs, Harper soon saw Wei Chen standing in front of a glass bottle booth and thinking deeply.

He pinched his chin with his right hand, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were downcast, as if he was worried about something.

Harper looked a little distressed.

"What's the matter, dear?"

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

Harper was wearing kabuki-colored pajamas and a scarf that barely kept out the cold on the upper body. In the late autumn weather, it was easy to catch cold.

"It's okay, but you seem to be worried about something, Eric."

"Um......"

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

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

Having said that, Harper suddenly covered his mouth,

He asked in an unbelievable tone: "My God! Didn't little Leslie steal the armor? Where did she go, and will she be in danger?"

Wei Chen gently stroked Harper's shoulder, "Don't worry, although Leslie is young, she will not mess around. Besides, she is 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."

Just as Wei Chen mentioned Cullen, the phone rang.

The caller ID was Cullen.

Connect to the mobile phone and listen to Cullen's report.

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

After hanging up the phone, Wei Chen had a very serious expression on his face.

"Is something wrong?"

"It was a bit of a surprise, but not completely out of control."

Wei Chen answered while turning his gaze 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. It echoed the night, trembling slightly, as if it couldn't wait to prepare for its first battle.

 …

Maeve looked down at Leslie lying on the ground, ready to take her to Walter's company for interrogation.

She may know the secret of flight 305, and may have something to do with the so-called court of owls.

In short, Maeve has a feeling in her heart that this woman hides many secrets, which may be very important to her.

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

"boom!"

There was a sudden shaking in the street, followed by a bang!

It seemed to be the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Maeve put Leslie down and looked in the direction of the voice.

Looking across a gray RV, I 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 rattles, it doesn't seem to be an ordinary cloak, its texture looks very hard and thick, as if it has been impregnated with heavy oil.

A black bat mask on his face covered most of his face, only his mouth was exposed, looking mysterious and extraordinary.

The cracking sound just now was the concussion after he landed.

Maeve's heart was full of waves.

Is the visitor an enemy or a friend? Is it necessary for me to call the headquarters?

She hesitated about her next course of action.

The man wearing a bat mask on the opposite side quickly moved in front of her at the moment she was thinking.

The distance between the two was only fifteen meters.

Attacks can be launched between breaths.

Maeve's eyebrows twitched, so fast!

"Who are you?"

Maeve looked at him warily, and had already listed this man as the highest level of dangerous target in her heart.

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

"Clam?"

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

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

"What if I say no?"

Maeve's fists were clenched, and all her muscles were tensed, ready to strike at the slightest disagreement.