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章節 2946: Chapter 2113: Superman's Gotham Adventure (Part Four)_1

Clark threw his orange juice into the trash can with force, feeling that he should not overestimate his blood's and brain's resistance to Gotham's drugs. After all, this was Gotham and he needed to be careful.

Standing next to the trash can, Clark attached a small sports camera to his chest because going any further would take him into the actual slums of Gotham. He didn't believe that the people here would tolerate him arriving with big cameras, thus a small portable camera was the best choice.

The walls of Arkham City were part of a large construction site that had been abandoned halfway through so most of the equipment was still lying around.

Once Clark passed through the wall, he looked towards the other end to make sure there were no crocodiles, hippos, or seagulls before walking over.

As soon as he stepped out from the other side of the construction fence, he heard a burst of noise coming from his right.

Clark turned his head and found two people fighting. Instinctively, he shouted and rushed towards the two, who were pulling and tugging at each other.

Clark grabbed one person's sleeve and pulled them away, then hugged the other and pinned them to the ground. He then reached out a hand and pressed it on the first man's chest to stop him from diving back in.

"Wait! Wait! Stop fighting! What happened here?!" Clark spread his arms between the two, looking left and right.

To the left was a black man with earrings and sunglasses, and to the right was an old white man with a grey and white beard.

The black man was the first to speak, gesticulating wildly, "Hey, listen, you can't stop me, this guy stole my tires, leaving my car with only three wheels. Now my car can't move, I have to teach him a lesson!"

Clark immediately turned to look at the old white man.

"He's obviously lying!" The white man flexed his muscular chest, "Why would I steal his tires?! He's framing me and he even kidnapped my wife, saying he would take her as collateral!"

Clark widened his eyes and looked back at the black man who started rapping at a higher pitch, obscenities pouring into Clark's brain.

"Enough." Clark muttered.

"Tell me, where is the car?" Clark turned to look at both of them, "I will help you find the tires, stop fighting."

Of course, this wouldn't be difficult for him. Even though Clark wasn't a detective like Batman, his super vision and super hearing allowed him to track anything in this world– finding a tire would be a breeze.

However, two minutes later, he retracted his earlier statement because after turning the street corner, he saw a three-wheeled vehicle.

It wasn't a family car that had lost a wheel, but a three-wheeled cart that typically appeared on construction sites. Meanwhile, the two men were still arguing.

"Dude, I have to call you out, didn't we agree to work this job together? There's so much stuff here that no one wants. But now you're getting a bit greedy, I agreed to a a seventy-thirty cut, but now you want to take a car wheel as well?"

"What are you babbling about, you black devil? When did I agree to work a job with you? I said we'd go our separate ways as soon as we climbed over the wall, but then you ran back and said there was a nice car over there. Are you so stupid that you can't tell it's a three-wheeled cart?!"

"It was because you were afraid I would drive this car away by myself, so you removed one of its wheels! You're why we got caught!"

The white man made a speechless gesture and walked in front of Clark, pointing to the black man, "You see, he's so unreasonable, insisting I stole one tire from his car and now he can't sell it for a good price."

Clark was about to speak but then he saw the white man pull a cigarette from his vest pocket, light it, and take a drag while pointing the ground with one leg.

"Nowadays, any kid thinks they can come out and do this job. Ask around Gotham City, which junk car dealer dares to accept original tires? Do they think Batman's tracking devices on tire tracks are decorations?"

"The fool hasn't even driven a car, haha. Who says a car can't drive with three wheels? Those rich blokes change tires every day, they're just too rich and have nowhere to spend their money. What a greenhorn, am I right?"

Clark looked at the three-wheeled cart toppled on the ground, then back at the two men, then back at the cart.

He would definitely not admit that he was having a moment of self-doubt. Or were the Gothamites crafting an innovative way to let this hand-propelled cart "drive"?

A gust of wind brought the smell of smoke. Clark quickly understood what was going on, so he walked up and threw each of these fools to one side with one had holding their collars.

Clark was about to get the overturned cart back up when he heard the white man yell, "What are you doing?! Are you trying to kidnap my wife too? You fucking trafficker!"

Clark halted, glancing back at the old white man, then continued to walk towards the cart. When he circled around, he saw a white urinal next to the cart's front wheel.

Clark instinctively reached out, but pulled his hand back because if his super vision was correct, this urinal had only been taken off a wall about 10 minutes ago and had been used until 13 minutes ago.

The white man scrambled over, pushed past Clark and hugged the urinal. He even waved his hand at Clark and said, "Get out of the way, don't you metropolis people understand privacy? I just rescued her from Batman's watch…"

Then the old white man started unzipping his pants.

Clark swiftly pushed him aside, then looked at his hands with a complex expression.

At that moment, the black man rushed back in, and with a kick shattered the urinal. Then he began to laugh from deep within, "Hahaha! Look! This is what you get for stealing my tire! I will stuff a squirrel in your crotch!"

He then started to try and pull off the old white man's pants as well.

Clark hurriedly stepped in again and kicked him away. Looking at the scattered urinal ruins, coupled with the now loudly crying white man, Clark stood there helplessly.

His mouth dropped open, about to say something, when suddenly, the ground began to shake incessantly.

Clark turned towards the source of the shaking and saw someone driving a compacting machine rushing towards them at a speed no less than 80 mph.

"Move! I'm going to flatten those two!!!"

A black woman perched in the driver's seat howled, "They've stolen 12 urinals in three days! Who do they think they are, Urinal Superman?!!"

Clark's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't conceal his identity any longer. With a whoosh, he flew up and tugged at the rushing compacting machine from behind.

As a result, the weeping old white man suddenly stopped crying, wiped his tears away, and stood up. He rushed straight towards the compacting machine.

Perhaps some have seen a compactor. It's a tractor but the bucket has been replaced with a vertical cylindrical apparatus that repeatedly pounds the ground to compact the soil.

The old white man slid to a stop next to the compactor in a smooth, stylish kneel. Taking off his pants, he proceeded to stuff something into the bottom of the compactor.

Clark landed a flying kick, and at lightning-fast speed flung open the door to the compactor's control room. As his hand hovered above the control panel, he was surprised to find that the switch to halt the machine was missing, only a black hole with a few wires protruding from it remained.

He looked up to find the black woman clutching the switch as she climbed down from the machine. Clark lifted off again, dive-bombed, and smoothly landed in front of the black woman. He crossed his arms, squinted his eyes, and his gaze bounced between the switch and the woman's face.

The next moment, the black woman ripped off her pants and shoved the switch into her underwear.

Clark quickly turned around. When he turned back, the slightly overweight black woman had tripped over the rubble, and the control panel she had ripped off had fallen next to her, but Clark really didn't dare to pick it up.

"Hey! Hey! What the hell are you guys doing?!"

A burly white man donning a safety helmet and a fluorescent vest walked over. He pointed at the crowd and barked, "What are you doing on the construction site? Get out of here now!"

Clark, quite relieved, flew over to him and eagerly asked, "Are you the security guard here? They were trying to steal stuff from the site, and even broke the compactor..."

"What?"

"It's these two...and this one..."

"First question!"

Clark paused, instinctively replying, "Are you the security guard here?"

The white man took off his safety helmet, "No, I'm not. I'm just passing by. I thought shouting like this would be pretty cool."

Clark glanced at his uniform. The man did the same, then took two steps back and shook his head, "I took this off of a cleaner who fell into the trash can. The helmet, I just picked up. Carry on with your thing. I'm going home."

After saying that, he tossed down the helmet and turned to leave. Following this, a shrill female voice came from behind the fence, "What the fuck is going on?!"

Clark turned around and saw another woman in a black vest uniform stride over the pile of debris, "Who the fuck dares to cause a ruckus here?!"

She pulled out a rifle from behind her back, gripped it with both hands, and marched forward. After glancing around, she ordered, "What the hell are you doing? Get out of here now!"

"Um, are you the security guard here?" Clark asked, somewhat hesitantly, as he was worried that she, too, might just be passing by and had stolen the uniform and gun from someone else.

Who knew the woman would glare at him menacingly and flicked at her ID badge hanging on her chest. "I'm not a security guard. Are you? Move it!"

"Hey, you bitch... I'm going to..."

Bang!

The gunshot startled even Clark, but luckily the space within a few meters was enveloped under his biological field, and the bullet was swiftly halted.

Bang!

Seeing that the target didn't fall after the first shot, another bullet was fired without delay, but it was also stopped by Clark.

The black youngster who had tried to curse at the woman found that he wasn't hurt after the shots were fired. He patted himself down, then knelt on the spot and started praying.

Realizing that firing the gun had been ineffective, the female security guard used the rifle barrel to deliver a standard roundhouse swing to the black youngster's head.

"Wait, you can't just kill him like this." Clark hurriedly tried to stop the female security guard. The next moment, his arm received a roundhouse swing.

"Can't you understand? Get lost!"

"Okay, okay, just calm down. But there's so much damage here, we should call the police..."

"I am the fucking police!! Get out!!!"


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章節 2947: Chapter 2114: Superman's Gotham Adventure (Part Five)_1

Only Clark wasn't taken away by the policewoman.

She definitely was a police officer, because Clark took a good look at the badge hanging in front of her chest. There was her badge number on it, and her tone indicated that she wasn't lying.

Clark felt a bit lost.

The feeling was like time had silently slipped away from under his eyelids. He seemed to have done something during that period, but he felt like he hadn't. He suspected that his super-brain was blocking out things he wasn't supposed to remember.

Clark had no choice but to move on.

Just as he stepped out of the construction site, he saw another man running after someone. The one in front was a thin man, followed by a slightly overweight blonde guy.

The man being chased was screaming all the way, but Clark understood, because the guy chasing him was holding a crocodile.

Theoretically, an adult male crocodile can't be used as a weapon by the human race, because their waist strength is much greater than imagined, and ordinary people can't possibly hold them down.

But that crocodile had been modified, strapped with something like a construction safety belt around its body, firmly fixed at the waist of the fat man, becoming a part of his belt.

Just when Clark thought about stopping the fat man's violent act, two kids burst out of a house and started to wildly spray him with a garden hose.

After getting soaked, the fat guy clearly got angry, punched the crocodile he was carrying hard, making the crocodile open its mouth wide. He then charged towards the garden, scaring the kids away.

The mother of the children seemed to have witnessed the scene from the window. She rushed out from the front door with incredible speed, stuffed a towel into the crocodile's wide-open mouth, and knocked the fat man to the ground with two slaps.

The skinny man who had been howling while being chased came back, took a pair of gardening shears from somewhere, and quickly cut open the safety belt tied on the fat man's waist. He grabbed the now freed crocodile and started to run.

Before he could even get halfway down the street, an old man unloading a trunk extended a leg and tripped him. The old man picked up the crocodile and walked towards the barbecue grill in his backyard.

Clark slowly put down his hand, which he had just raised.

The mother was still cursing at the fat man over the fence. The fat man lying on the ground was responding with colourful language. As a result, the mother motioned for her three kids to go into the house and bring out a bag of white powder. She poured it all into a bucket of water and started spraying the fat man's face again.

Then Clark saw the mother pick up her phone and call: "Hello, police? I want to report that someone is causing trouble while high on drugs... Yes, definitely a drug overdose. He even used drugs to bathe. You'll see when you get here."

Clark was frozen in place. No police department in this world would react to such an absurd reason...

Sizzle--sizzle--

A police car drifted smoothly around a corner and stopped in front of the house at at least 120 mph. A tattooed bald, fat cop rushed out of the car, grabbed the fat man on the ground, sniffed him, and waved at the officer behind him.

The officer behind him handed him a cellphone. The fat cop pressed some buttons and put it to his ear, saying, "Hello, Boss, we found the lost shipment. Someone's been using it in their bath."

"Yes, the situation is very urgent. He's resisting hard. My subordinates are bravely fighting him, but we're not sure if we can catch him. He's really off his rocker."

The mother stretching her neck to see from behind the fence immediately opened her mouth wide, closed her fingers together, and made the symbol of biting with her hand. The fat cop immediately signaled back with an "ok".

"He's out of his mind. Two minutes ago he was biting a crocodile on the street. I think we need to contact the animal protection organization..."

The old man from the neighbouring house swayed his body along with the music while placing the crocodile meat on the grill.

"Yes, the whole street is filled with eyewitnesses. They all say they've never seen such a fierce criminal in their life. Boss, it's an adult bay alligator. He chased it for two miles, almost out of our jurisdiction..."

"Yes, the new boys were very quick, didn't let him get away. The credit is absolutely ours. I'll call Boss Oswald right now..."

The fat cop walked further and further away, talking on his phone, soon got into the police car, and disappeared from Clark's sight, leaving the so-called fierce criminal who chased the adult male bay-alligator for two miles and bit off half of its body on the side of the road.

"Want a piece?" called the old man in the garden, holding up a piece of crocodile meat.

Clark shook his head.

He sighed, resumed his pace, but before he could get out of the street, a limousine stopped in front of the house.

The short and fat Penguin Man stepped out, waving his umbrella, and yelled, "Where is the brave warrior who chased the crocodile? My two nightclubs are suffering from an alligator infestation, and we need such a brave person to help us out..."

Clark's super vision searched the street for the fat man, but couldn't find him. While he was momentarily stunned, gangsters in black suits had him surrounded.


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