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

After Leslie chewed the meaning of this passage for a while, Eric continued: "Unless you want to rewrite the definition of superhero to Bruce Wayne, but that requires you to grow strong enough to do it."

"I see."

Leslie nodded, "Uncle Eric hopes I will grow up in Watt and then change it, right?"

"The son is teachable!"

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

"I haven't. Starlight and I have become good friends."

Leslie said with a bulging mouth.

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

Eric kept feeling in a trance.

The loli royal sister was stupid and couldn't tell the difference.

......

Two days later, Kennedy International Airport.

The black sedan was parked on the side of the runway on the edge of the tarmac. Eric, dressed in a casual outfit, took the lead in getting out of the car, followed by two white bodyguards and Coulen.

I brought a bodyguard because I am a rich man now, so I sometimes have to pretend to be rich.

Even if he doesn't like to bring bodyguards very much.

As for Kulun, considering that the goal this time is to invade a high-tech center, Kulun's computer hacking technology is of great use, so he brought him here.

Kulun was wearing a white sweatshirt and sunglasses, standing next to the bodyguard, looking like a little brother 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 and you're waiting for a long time."

The person in charge of the airport trotted over, eager and attentive.

There is a Bombardier Universal Express XRS parked on the runway, the world's best long-range large business aircraft with a "luxury city of sky villas".

The hatch opened, and Eric took the curious baby Kulun and two bodyguards into the cabin together.

The main colors in the cabin are beige and dark brown, with plenty of space and not feeling stuffy. There are luxurious leather seats and wooden workbenches, as well as dining tables arranged in sequence.

In addition, LCD TVs, global telephone conversations, network interfaces and various fine wines are available.

Coulen sat down, patted the leather seats excitedly, and looked around. He felt that everything was novel, because he had never seen these things in economic class when he was in flight.

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

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

Kulun didn't care whether he could enter the private room, he looked ahead of the plane.

There are beautiful stewardessessing tidying up gift boxes there.

"There is a crew activity area, a dining room and a bathroom in front of you. You'd better not disturb them, even if your eyes are straight."

Eric said to Coulon while putting on the blindfold.

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

But as soon as he turned around, he found Eric tilted his head and fell asleep.

Shrugged and continued to compare the difference between luxury private jets and regular economy class.

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

The waiting hall of Sainu International Airport stands on a field like a grain warehouse in the Chinese towns.

When I walked out of the airport, I saw it raining outside.

"I'm really unlucky, I caught up with the rainy day when I came up."

Coulon complained with his suitcase.

"It's rainy season now, we are lucky and we haven't encountered any sexual aphrodisiacs, otherwise you will be soaked even with an umbrella."

Eric said as he looked at the clock hanging in the hall, which showed that it was nine o'clock local time.

“Have you not arrived yet?”

Eric asked bodyguard Andy.

Andy is the security guard of Chenxi Investment Company, who was saved by Eric on a helicopter last time.

He and another guy named James are both company security guards.

Unexpectedly, I was used by my boss as a bodyguard many times, and this time I came to Africa with me.

It's a pity that Andy had been to Miami, the farthest place Andy had been to go before, but was drunk and was urged by his friends.

When I go to Africa, I am still such a poor and backward place, I can’t even imagine it!

He remembered the information he had seen about Mali before.

This is one of the poorest and backward countries in the world. Agriculture accounts for 80% of GDP and industry is basically blank. It was a French colony before 1895 and became a republic in 1960.

Like all poor and backward African countries, Mali immediately fell into civil unrest after its independence. In thirty years, the three republics were established.

The latest coup happened two months ago, when Mali soldiers mutiny, President Ibrahim and Prime Minister Sisse were detained in the military camp, and government forces and anti-government forces started negotiations. It is estimated that a situation where the agreement is not good and the "rebuilding the empire" is "a situation of "rebuilding the empire".

Anyway, this is an extremely dangerous place!

But Andy came anyway.

There is no way, I wanted to refuse, but the boss gave too much money!

Just as Andy was developing rich associations, an old black Toyota suddenly drove out of the hall door.

A man in his thirties, with a poor appearance, and his only advantage is that he is a bit gentle and kind-hearted man walked out of the car.

There was also a woman in her twenties, tall, without makeup, a little freckle on her face, wearing tight jeans, and her hips were plump and perky.

The two of them walked quickly towards the waiting airport hall with umbrellas.

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

The unpretentious man was stunned for a moment, and then came up to say hello.

But he was soon stopped by competent Andy and James.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

"Uh," the handsome man quickly took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "Who are you Mr. Eric Xavier? I have Mr. Grayson Xiao's email, and we are here to pick up Mr. Xavier."

He said this sentence in English.

"I'm Eric Xavier, are you..."

Eric asked the two white men to retreat.

"We are the guides hired by Mr. Grayson to be responsible for your activities in Mali."

The man who was not good-looking originally didn't care about Eric, but when he heard the other person's identity, 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 wanted to pick up was American, but it seemed like she was Asian, and maybe she was still Chinese!

So he asked in Chinese in a tentative manner: "Are you Chinese from China?"
Chapter completed!