My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Jingle Bell--!"

The doorbell rang suddenly.

The siblings looked at the door at the same time.

Will someone come to the door at this time?

Cullen walked cautiously to the door and looked out through the cat's eyes.

The purpose of entering is two smiling beauties standing on the stairs.

"Hello, we want to find Lian Luo."

"What's the matter with you? It's very late now, can't tomorrow?"

Cullen still did not relax his vigilance.

"Actually, we were introduced by friends. We heard that Ms. Li'an is very familiar with the ancient Indian Brahmi script, so we would like to ask her to help us identify a document. Because of the emergency, we visited late at night. But we will attach A handsome reward."

It looked like they wanted Liane to authenticate a document for them.

Lian's father is German, and he taught oriental studies at the University of Vienna in Austria and the University of Leipzig in Germany. Proficient in German, Magyar, keen on archaeology.

Influenced by his father since he was a child, Lian also accumulated a lot of knowledge in archaeology.

The Brahmi script spoken by the two people outside the door is an ancient Indian script. Also known as "Sanskrit".

Li An heard that he was looking for him, and motioned for his brother to open the door.

"Crack! Crack!"

I don't know how many locks there are on the door. It took a long time to click before the door was opened.

The two beauties who came in were Ivana and Annie who had just killed several black people.

The two looked around the somewhat small house.

The house was neatly tidied up, but pairs of sundries still divided the room into ravines, like a labyrinth.

The "National Geographic" magazines are piled up like towers, each with a pot of violets on top.

The laptop is hidden behind a mountain of paperbacks, with only its pointy corner showing.

"Want to help me identify the Brahmi script? My fee is not low, but the level must be better than those bastards in the research institute."

Lian said confidently.

"Very well, I will pay you now."

Ivana was going to freeze the opponent's hands first, and torture her well.

"Who are you......"

Cullen kept staring at Ivana, and suddenly called out, "Are you Ivana, the Ice Queen?"

"Clam?"

"It must be you, Ms. Ivana. I have seen your movie - "The Ice Queen". It's so cool! I mean you manipulated the ice and snow to block the flood in the movie. It's really shocking!"

Cullen recognizes that this is Walt's superhero, the Ice Queen, a superhuman who can manipulate ice and snow.

"And Miss Anne," Cullen pointed excitedly at the short beauty again, "You are Miss Anne, right? In "The Snow Queen 2: Frozen", you are Miss Ivana's younger sister."

Annie is also a superhero of Walt Corporation, possessing the same abilities as Ivana.

"Actually, I'm not her own sister."

Anne shrugged and explained.

"I know, I'm a big fan of yours, can you please sign for me?"

"Can."

Annie nodded. In return for my loyal fans, I will let you experience the freezing hell!

she thought so.

"By the way, do you want something to drink?"

Cullen asked eagerly.

"Boiled water! The two of us don't like drinks and coffee."

"Thank you," Annie thanked after taking the water glass that Cullen handed over.

"Slap!"

The glass dropped suddenly to the ground.

The water inside did not spill out, it condensed into ice cubes, and the glass that was integrated with it rolled up on the ground "gurgling".

"Oh! I'm so sorry, my hand slipped."

Annie pretended to be very upset.

"Uh...it's okay, I'll clean it up."

Cullen was stunned for a moment, but immediately came to his senses.

"No need, because ah, you are going to become a popsicle too, how pitiful!"

Annie's tone suddenly became cold.

"What?"

Annie stretched out her finger, and a chair by the window slid directly over.

It didn't stop until it hit Cullen's rear leg.

Cullen staggered when he was hit, and sat down in embarrassment.

He wanted to stand up, but found that his underwear was frozen, and his buttocks were firmly stuck to the chair.

The bone-piercing cold penetrated his skin.

The ass lost consciousness in an instant.

Then came deep fear.

He didn't know why Annie shot him.

This fear of the unknown is more unbearable than physical pain.

Realizing that his brother was wrong, Lian immediately dropped the documents, picked up the extension curling iron on the table, and swung it at Anne.

Gritting her teeth, she cursed loudly, "Bitch of a bitch! Don't hurt my brother!"

"Boom!"

The curling iron in Lian's hand was blocked by Ivana's arm.

A thin layer of ice crystals formed on Ivana's arm, pale silver in color, shimmering slightly.

The ice crystals acting as armor easily blocked Lian's attack.

Ivana punched again, and it hit Lian on the jaw with a fist as hard as ice.

Her vision was instantly blurred, and her consciousness was suddenly withdrawn from her body.

Falling to the ground, Lean's shoulder blades hit the icy floor hard.

"No, don't hurt my sister, come to me if something happens!"

Cullen desperately shook the chair that fixed him, and screamed.

Annie made a goosebumps smirk, "Siblings love each other deeply, I'm so touched...hehe."

A delicate ice dagger suddenly appeared in Ivana's hand, "Your sister made a mistake, so we have to punish her. Little brother, lament the injustice of your fate!"

"My sister has never dealt with you."

"No, it's not us. To be precise, she offended our big boss—a boss who is obsessed with collecting cultural relics. And your sister made fake cultural relics and deceived him."

Ivana stabbed the ice dagger into the skin of the unconscious Lian's neck bit by bit, "She is such an amazing beauty, smart, bold, and adventurous. She turned everyone around!"

Annie curled her lips, "Sister Ivana, kill them. We have to go back and deal with business."

"No, I have to let them know to live the consequences of doing something bad."

Ivana walked up to Cullen, stretched out her long legs, and stepped on the edge of the chair.

"My mother was a huge believer in karma and she always said that the seed of evil bears poisonous fruit. Hey, you eat too much and you're guilty of gluttony and you end up with stomach or bowel cancer .You like sleeping with desperate housewives? Ugh, it looks like you're not far from syphilis. You fool people, and you'll be fooled. Good luck, poor boy."

The dagger in Ivana's hand drew a silver arc and stabbed at Cullen.

Cullen closed his eyes in despair.

In the next moment, hot blood will spurt from the neck.

He had seen this kind of scene, this is how the gangsters in the street riots died like this.

However, the unexpected skin pain did not come.

But I heard the sound of glass windows breaking.