What? Teammate lives in Arkham Asylum?

Chapter 897 Li Chengfeng: I hope that next time I will understand the art of memory erasure!

With the blessing of the classic quotes of the Republic, the four people put on their masks again and headed towards the destination of the mercenary captain.

As for Tony Stark's stomach problems and claustrophobia, Li Chengfeng also cured them.

From now on, Tony is no longer a complete president.

Oh, he's not the CEO anymore, he's just a gigolo who eats chili peppers...

Uh no, an old white-faced guy, I still like the kind with a mustache.

"Sometimes I really wonder why a mature woman as outstanding and beautiful as Pepper would fall for you? Is it because you're older? Or because you don't shower?" Li Chengfeng nudged Tony Stark with his shoulder. "Look at you, every penny you make now is earned by Pepper... You've become a completely hands-off boss. Besides dealing with your tattered armor, you're just responsible for sleeping with the female president..."

"You know shit! What do you really think has kept me so captivated for so many years?" Tony Stark, no longer affected by his CEO syndrome, quickly regained his arrogant and frivolous demeanor. "Don't underestimate my beard. It's my secret weapon... Back then, whenever I leaned over, every woman fell head over heels for it!"

"Fuck, I really hope that next time I learn amnesia, I can erase the memory of what I just experienced from my mind!"

Li Chengfeng pretended to vomit.

But he was met with two eyes full of innocence and doubt.

"Ah? Why do they like your beard? Especially when you bend over? Is there any necessary logical connection between them?" Bruce Wayne, the fake playboy, frowned and asked, "Besides, beards will make people look a bit sloppy, right?"

"Yeah, shouldn't your CEOs manage their image?" Clark Kent was even more curious. "Or is Tony a special CEO? I've interviewed many CEOs of large companies, and most of them don't grow beards, right?"

Li Chengfeng and Tony Stark looked at each other.

They chose to remain silent.

They really didn't want to explain what role the beard played in their previous obscure topic.

It is better for people who don’t understand not to understand in their entire life.

So with the problems of Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne, the four-member team continued on.

Angron and Koz, who had been following them not far away, also followed diligently.

Of course, Li Chengfeng and the others could not hide their existence, but Li Chengfeng did not mind.

...But if he knew that the communication between these two brothers and the women in the campaign office was always open, and that everything they just said was transmitted to the other side word for word...

He estimated that at least Curze and Angron would have to break their legs and stay in bed for two days.

Angron and Koz obviously thought of this and wiped the cold sweat from their heads.

"Koz...are we really going to continue following this?"

"What nonsense are you talking about at this hour, Angron?"

"Ah... I hope that the Prime Minister will take it easy on us when the time comes."

"The Prime Minister will definitely take revenge on us... but that will only happen after he and his friends have escaped unscathed from the clutches of these women!" Koz let out a wicked grin. "However, they probably won't be able to escape."

"Ah... Father-in-law," Angron sighed. "This means... I won't be able to revive the L-demon again anytime soon! I don't want to be bullied by that vixen Fulgrim every day!"

"My condolences. Who told you to be so slow?"

……

"It's such a... quiet night."

The woman, half lying on the big bed, leaned against the headboard, put down her personal terminal and let out a long sigh.

It was Natasha Romanoff, the "Black Widow."

At this moment, because Lucy Lane made it clear that she would stay in the campaign office tonight, Black Widow did not clean up her image.

...Of course, I'm referring to her extremely sophisticated disguise skills.

But...she has started to have some concerns recently.

Because she got together with Lucy Lane just for fun at the beginning.

Under the false identity of Anna Pavlova, she worked at Ford's Theatre in Washington, D.C., and became the principal dancer of its ballet company.

The name Anna Pavlova originally refers to her idol, who was the greatest ballet dancer in Russia in the early 20th century and was known as the "Queen of Ballet".

Her representative work is the world-famous play, The Dying Swan.

This is also the play that Black Widow is best at.

It was an ordinary day without any tasks. After she finished dancing this piece, she met a woman backstage who came to her to seek her autograph.

The widow recognized her identity at a glance...

Lucy Lane, General Sam Lane's youngest daughter, Lois Lane's sister, and Superman's sister-in-law...

Moreover, the other party is a rising star in the political arena, waiting for an opportunity to seize the position of leading the entire America.

She could sense the amazement and love at first sight in the young woman's eyes...

So she just went along with it.

Leave contact information, date, have sex, establish a relationship, live together...

But, it was as Anna Pavlova.

But now, Black Widow feels that she might be... a little stuck.

Judging from the current progress of her relationship with Lucy Lane, she would probably become the future First Lady in a while.

God have mercy on her, she was just playing around!

A voice sounded in her heart more than once.

Or... just follow Lucy Lane?

Black Widow knew that the appearance of this voice in her heart meant that her so-called "playing around" was just an excuse.

I'm afraid she has fallen.

"So... being the First Lady doesn't seem so bad?"

"But before that, should I confess my identity to little Lucy?"

In the dark night, if you don’t sleep, you will always fall into a state of excessive thinking.

Black Widow is no exception to this.

...Of course, Black Widow didn't know that her identity had been seen through by Harley Quinn at a glance.

Lucy Lane didn't have any big reaction except for being surprised.

"Alas... and my identity as a Russian and FBI agent... can I really become the First Lady?"

"Do I still have to resign?"

The more Black Widow thought about it, the more confused she became. She simply got out of bed and walked to the small table by the window, ready to have a drink to relieve her anxiety.

The figure covered in the light silk pajamas was as beautiful as Venus.

But no one could see it.

Black Widow picked up the wine glass and took a sip...

...Then he pulled out two Glocks from under the table and emptied the magazines towards the door.

"An unexpected guest?"

"That's really rude."