My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"The definition of a superhero has been monopolized by Vought Corporation, and that's a product. Leslie, if you want to be a superhero, you have to be bound by their rules, no matter how reluctant you are, but that's the reality .”

Eric waited for Leslie to chew on the meaning of this passage for a while, and then continued: "Unless you want to rewrite the definition of a superhero to be like Bruce Wayne, but that requires you to grow strong enough to can do."

"I see."

Leslie nodded, "Uncle Eric wants me to grow up in Water, and then change it, right?"

"A child can be taught!"

Eric felt that his ability to pour poisonous chicken soup had improved a lot, and he patted Leslie's head, "So don't be angry with Xingguang."

"I didn't, Xingguang and I have become good friends."

Leslie puffed up.

She always pretends to be mature on the outside, but she often shows a loli expression in front of Eric.

It made Eric always in a trance.

Sister Lolita couldn't tell the difference.

 …

Two days later, JFK International Airport.

The black car was parked on the edge of the runway on the side of the tarmac. Wearing a black jacket and jeans, Eric, who was dressed casually, got out of the car first, followed by two white bodyguards and Cullen.

The reason for bringing bodyguards is because he is now a rich man on the surface, so sometimes he has to pretend to be rich.

Even though he doesn't really like having bodyguards.

As for Cullen, considering that the goal this time is to hack into a high-tech center, Cullen's computer hacking skills are of great use, so he was brought here.

Cullen was wearing a white sweater and sunglasses, standing next to the bodyguard, looking like a boy carrying a bag.

Even if you wear sunglasses, you don't have the temperament of bodyguards.

Eric sighed silently.

"Mr. Xavier, the crew is ready to keep you waiting."

The person in charge of the airport trotted over with an eager and attentive attitude.

Parked on the runway is a Bombardier Global Express XRS, the world's best long-range large business jet with "a city of luxury penthouses".

The cabin door opened, and Eric entered the cabin with Curious Baby Cullen and two bodyguards.

The main colors of the cabin are beige and dark brown. There is plenty of space without feeling stuffy. There are luxurious leather seats, wooden workbenches, and dining tables lined up in turn.

In addition, LCD TV, global telephone, network interface and all kinds of wine are all available.

Cullen sat down, patted the leather seat excitedly, and looked around. He felt that everything was novel, because he had never seen these things in the economy class of an airplane.

"There is a satellite phone here, you can work online, and there is a luxurious private box at the back, but it is not open to you at the moment."

Eric lay on the seat and said to Cullen, who had never seen the world.

Cullen didn't care whether he could enter the private box or not, he looked towards the front of the plane.

There are glamorous stewardesses sorting the suitcases.

"The front is the crew activity area, the catering room and the bathroom. You'd better not disturb them, even if your eyes are straight."

Eric said to Cullen while putting on the blindfold.

"No, I just want to see how they are different from the flight attendants on regular flights," Cullen explained.

But as soon as he turned his head, he found that Eric had fallen asleep with his head tilted.

Shrugging his shoulders, he continued to compare the difference between a luxury private jet and an ordinary economy class.

After a long voyage of 23 hours, Eric and others came to Bamako, the capital of Mali, which was shrouded in night.

The waiting hall of Senu International Airport is as simple as a grain depot in a Huaxia township.

Standing on a field.

Walking out of the airport, I saw that it was raining outside.

"It's really bad luck. It's raining when I come up."

Cullen complained while carrying the suitcase.

"It's the rainy season now, we're lucky we didn't encounter paroxysmal ecstasy, otherwise you'll be drenched even if you're holding an umbrella."

Eric looked at the clock hanging in the hall while talking, and the clock showed that it was nine o'clock in the evening local time.

"Has the person who picked us up not arrived yet?"

Eric asked the bodyguard Andy.

Andy is the security guard of Chenxi Investment Company whose life was saved by Eric on the helicopter last time.

He and another guy named James are company security guards.

Unexpectedly, he was used as a bodyguard by the boss many times, and this time he came to Africa with him.

God is sorry, the farthest place Andy has ever been to before was Miami, and he was drunk and pushed by his friends to go there.

Going to Africa, still such a poor and backward place, I dare not even think about it!

He remembered the information about Mali he had seen before.

This is one of the poorest and backward countries in the world. Agriculture accounts for 80% of the gross national product, and the industry is basically blank. It was a French colony until 1895 and became an independent republic in 1960.

Like all poor and backward countries in Africa, Mali immediately fell into civil strife after independence. Three republics were established in thirty years.

The most recent coup took place two months ago. The Mali army mutinied. President Ibrahim and Prime Minister Sissai were detained in the military camp. Government forces and anti-government forces started negotiations. situation.

In short, this is an extremely dangerous place!

But Andy came anyway.

No way, I wanted to refuse, but the boss offered too much money!

Just as Andy was developing rich associations, an old black Toyota suddenly drove up outside the hall.

A man in his thirties, with an unattractive appearance, whose only advantage was a bit of gentleness, stepped out of the car.

The co-pilot also got off a woman, in her twenties, tall and slender, without makeup, with a few freckles on her face, wearing tight jeans, with a full and straight buttocks.

The two held umbrellas and walked quickly to the waiting hall of the airport.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Eric and the others.

The unremarkable man froze for a moment, then hurried up to say hello.

But it was quickly stopped by the competent Andy and James.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?"

"Uh," the unremarkable man quickly took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "Who is Mr. Eric Xavier? I have an email from Mr. Grayson Shaw. We are here to pick up Mr. Xavier."

He said this in English.

"I am Eric Xavier, are you...?"

Eric asked the two big white men to back off.

"We are guides hired by Mr. Grayson to take care of your activities in Mali."

The unattractive man didn't care much about Eric at first, but when he heard the identity of the other party, he immediately replied in a respectful tone.

The little freckled woman also came over and looked at Eric curiously.

She originally thought that the person she was going to pick up was an American, but it seemed to be Asian, maybe it was Chinese!

So tentatively asked in Chinese: "Excuse me, are you from Huaxia?"