My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Rowling's father is American and her mother is a native of South Africa. She is the only child in the family.

Father and mother run an ancestral farm.

The family has a house and a property, and they should live a good life.

Unfortunately, her father was an alcoholic.

In her mind, the impression of her father is only endless alcoholism and domestic violence.

Terminally ill, hopeless!

This is not only her evaluation of her father, but also her evaluation of her own life.

One day, her father came home very drunk, stumbling, with a gun in his hand.

Rowling and her mother hid in the bedroom opposite the main entrance, and the two held the door to prevent the drunken man from entering.

Unexpectedly, her father raised his gun and shot after punching the door of the room a few times.

Three bullets burst through the door.

Rowling was not shot, but her mother lay in a pool of blood.

She knelt on the ground, holding her mother's body that was getting colder, and wanted to cry out loud, but she couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

Gently put down my mother, stood up, and made a certain decision in my heart.

Green plant stalks climbed to the ground and snaked like thin snakes to swim towards my father.

The thorn pierced her father's heart.

Like all the villains on the road of no return, Rowling Wick completely cut off her previous life by killing her father.

Bury the warmth and affection, and become a completely cold-blooded loner ever since.

Because of her father, she hates all men.

Strangled by vines, stabbed with needles, poisoned, torn apart, she will use what she thinks is the most brutal way to deal with the men who fall into her hands.

When the mysterious person behind said that he wanted to talk to her, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Turn around, look back.

Let's see what kind of guy he is. After seeing the methods he used to torture and kill those soldiers, he still dares to stop him.

What caught her eyes was a bat-like guy wrapped in a black battle suit.

The shiny black bat suit shone brightly under the washing of the rain.

Just looking at the shape gives people a strong visual impact and a sense of oppression.

"Bat... Batman?"

Her usual elegant and confident expression receded from her face in an instant.

Instead, amazement and disbelief.

"It seems that I have a lot of fame. Even in Africa, people know me."

Eric shrugged.

"Poison Ivy" Rowling set off a storm in her heart.

She naturally knew who the other party was.

After all, the Arabs grazing in the Sahara all know the people of their homeland, and the Batman who defeated the people of the homeland has become even more famous, and his reputation has spread to various countries.

Plus, it wasn't just seeing Batman in Africa that surprised her.

What surprised her even more was that she had just received a mission related to Batman, and she didn't expect the other party to come to her door!

It was heard in New York that someone formed a group of super villains to deal with Batman. It is said that the bounty is quite high.

Rowling is not interested in any super villain group, but is interested in a considerable reward. She was preparing to go to New York after completing the ticket, but she did not expect to meet the other party ahead of time.

If... if I can get him out here, maybe I'll get all the bounties.

Rowling's heart was pounding!

She kept thinking about the feasibility of this plan in her heart.

The opponent can defeat the people of the motherland. If I fight head-on, I will definitely not be an opponent.

However, I have a great advantage, that is, the other party does not know my details.

Asymmetric intelligence operations, I have a chance to win.

Rowling made an instant decision in her mind.

Eric, ignorant of her mental activity, took a few steps forward,

Said: "Maybe we can talk about something about Walter, such as the blue reagent in your hand."

"Huh? Are you from Walter?"

While injecting the toxin into the blue reagent glass bottle in her hand, Rowling pretended to be very vigilant.

"No, if you know me, I'm not Walt's, on the contrary, I have some issues with them. If you have a common enemy, then it will be a good conversation starter. Now, I think we Got off to a good start.”

Eric said in a hoarse voice.

"It sounds like you're still a man with a good tongue."

Rowling is born to hate men, so her words are also cold and blunt.

"No, it's just factual."

"I'd appreciate your honesty more if you didn't talk to me wearing that weird mask."

Rowling responded with sarcasm, "However, if you are interested in this, I can give it to you, but we have to make a deal."

Rowling tossed the reagent in her hand upwards, "You must have never heard of the new No. 5 compound in the research center."

Saying that, he threw the reagent at Eric.

Although Eric was surprised by the other party's sudden action, the movement in his hand was very fast, and he caught it in his hand with a snap.

"What deal?"

"Hehe," the "Poison Ivy Girl" smiled like a dangerous poisonous snake, "Of course I made a deal with your life."

"What?"

Rowling looked at the other party playfully, stroked the blond hair hanging from her ears, and said in a charming voice: "The moment you took the new No. 5 compound, you were poisoned by me. Scopolamine, a sexy toxin potion, will make You hallucinate beautifully, fly away, enter a hallucination, and die in delight."

"But why? I don't think you have a reason to release poison on me."

Eric didn't look poisoned at all, but asked about the motive of "Poison Ivy Girl".

"Wow, what an interesting question."

Rowling walked towards Eric with an elegant catwalk,

The jade arms in sexy gloves stretched out towards Eric, and the fingers curled up like orchid fingers, sexy and seductive.

Snapped!

"Poison Ivy"'s fingers reached out to Eric, touching his cold mask-covered chin.

"Human beings are fickle and dangerous, especially for women. They are beautiful, fickle, dangerous, and seductive. Men are like moths to a flame, and then they are destroyed."

"Poison Ivy" speaks slowly and softly, as if singing an opera.

Eric didn't move, just looked at her quietly.

She lifted Eric's chin, "If you are going to die in the end, then dying in my poison may be the best result. But..."

Her green fingers brushed gently across Eric's bat mask, as if stroking a gorgeous silk.

"You look full of charm, lurking in the darkness, like a night knight. Cold, withdrawn, paranoid, dark, this is the taste I feel from you, so charming! So what will you be behind the mask What kind of person?"

She reached out to Eric's bat mask, as if trying to lift it off.

Snapped!

"Poison Ivy"'s hand was grabbed by Eric.

"I'm afraid not, because once you uncover it, the antivirus filter will not work."