Chapter 141: contempt of the motherland
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Eric once had a meeting with his owl members, Huey and Butcher.
Also the only meeting.
The location was set by Butcher.
Of course, I came to meet them as ordinary people.
Not as Batman.
Except for a few people who are very close, no one knows his Batman identity.
Butcher set the meeting at a church.
So the three were fortunate enough to experience a unique mutual aid meeting - the mutual aid meeting for indirect damage survivors.
Mutual aid societies are very common in the United States. As the name suggests, they are an association organization that helps each other. During this process, everyone will share feelings, emotions, opinions, experiences, etc. to help everyone solve one or more common problems.
In American TV dramas, people often share their tragic experiences in various mutual aid meetings, such as Alcoholics Anonymous Mutual Aid Society, Domestic Violence Trauma Mutual Aid Society and so on.
Eric did not expect that the first mutual aid group he saw was such a wonderful mutual aid group.
All sit in chairs in a circle and share their experiences and traumas with each other.
They are all ordinary human beings hurt by superheroes.
The first to speak was a middle-aged blond woman in a wheelchair.
"I know it's wrong for me to feel angry, but after all, it was the Eternal Knight who saved me. I just wish he could have treated my spine more gently."
The lady in charge comforted: "After all, he caught you, didn't he? Let go and start a new life."
However, this comfort may not be very effective, the blond woman in the wheelchair nodded bitterly.
"Next, Seth."
The lady in charge turned the conversation to a black man.
The black man was a little reserved and cleared his throat, "Well, my name is Seth, a writer, and I do marketing. There's a hero, I don't want to say her name, but she can handle ice and snow."
"Ice Queen."
Butcher, who was posing as a mutual aid group, snapped his fingers and said the other party's name.
"Um, I...I can't say his name. Anyway, she liked me later, and it was exciting, intoxicating, and no one wanted to have **** with a writer, let alone I was very like her."
The black man's face turned miserable, "Anyway, we became intimate. But when she orgasmed, she would accidentally turn into ice cubes, just for a while, but I was still inside."
Hearing this, Huey felt something was wrong, and turned his attention to Eric, who was still listening to the story calmly.
"A low temperature of about minus tens of degrees, the same as the temperature of liquefied nitrogen, so you can imagine...it just broke! The crazy thing is, I still think of her, it's like a mortal like me, The price of being with a woman like her."
The black boy showed a wry smile.
After everyone heard the story of Ryo under the crotch, they all cast sympathetic eyes on him.
Almost everyone in the mutual aid group didn't realize what was wrong with the superheroes.
All of them bemoaned their bad luck, all blamed themselves for their misfortune.
It seems that superheroes are the gods above, they never make mistakes, they are always shining and righteous.
Butcher looked at the group of mutual aid members and smiled contemptuously.
It was soon discovered by the lady in charge of the mutual aid society.
"Hey, or we'll give you the speaking stick and tell us your story!"
Butcher shook his head. "No...I don't want to say it."
"I've seen people like you before, those smirks, those jokes, just self-defense. Seth, give him the speaking stick."
Thoroughly incensed, Butcher grabbed the speaking stick, pointed at a few members of the mutual aid society, and said in his distinctive British accent: "You are nothing but a bunch of miserable **** who worship superhumans, if superhumans are there Shit on your mother's best china, I guess you'll be grateful. Have you ever thought about..."
He pointed the stick at the woman with the fractured spine. "They broke your spine—"
He pointed the speaking stick at the hapless little black brother, "Or break your little brother, just to get a laugh."
Butcher's emotional anger was at its peak, "Where's your anger? Where's your self-esteem? Sitting here, sitting in a support group, crying and lamenting here, saying let it go. You should be holding a chainsaw. , go outside and chase them down!"
......
The extreme Butcher is a minority, but most of the people, like these people in the mutual aid group, have regarded superheroes as beings above laws and rules.
Those **** seem immune to all laws and trials.
All Eric has to do is to peel off the halo of these superheroes and knock them out of the dust.
Then go to form another superhero group that belongs to him.
He needs to deal with the existence of those secretly coveting the earth. If he relies on this group of selfish so-called superheroes, it is just a nonsense.
"That's your lame excuse? Haha, that's funny, who do you think you are? God, or Jesus?"
The natives roared.
"I am your father!"
Eric used a language attack that was not very lethal, but highly insulting.
The facial features of the motherland were ferocious, and the red laser in his eyes suddenly shot at Eric.
Eric immediately turned on the superconducting state of the bat suit and flew into the sky.
At the same time, the stealth state of the suit is turned on.
It's sizzling!
The death ray emitting a high temperature of thousands of degrees cut through the space and swayed towards Eric.
Eric, who was prepared in advance, easily avoided the launch line attack.
In stealth state, attack the back of the motherland.
He wanted to see if the suit could break through the defense of the motherland when it was fully functioning.
call!
The speed of the motherland can no longer be captured by the naked eye, and the action of turning around and punching is completed in an instant.
He seemed to see through Eric's "teleport" tactics.
One punch knocked Eric out.
boom!
Eric was hit in the middle of the chest, and the whole person flew out.
After the body smashed a wall, it continued to charge forward.
The motherland chased after the victory caught up with Eric, grabbed his black cloak, closed his strong legs, kicked Eric's abdomen hard, and blasted him farther away .
boom!
It hit the ground like a meteorite, forming a huge crater.
Gravels and dirt were scattered into the sky, as if a mud and gravel torrential rain had fallen.
Looking at Batman who was knocked into the ground with a single blow, the natives smiled contemptuously, "Do you think the same trick can deal with me?"
Nightwing in the Batmobile is terrified!
Oops, it seems that the people of the motherland already understand where he lost last time.
If he can get him back to his usual fighting IQ, Batman will definitely not be so easy to deal with him.
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