"What's going on!!!!" Clark turned to the crocodile man and shouted as he ran.
"Ask me first!! You rude foreigner!!!"
"Okay!! So who are you?!!!"
"I am Killer Croc!!"
"Are you a crocodile?!!"
"I'm a fucking killer!!!"
Killer Crocodile quickly grabbed Clark's arm and pulled him to a side road. The two watched helplessly as the huge crocodile whirlwind blew past them.
"What's going on?" Clark asked.
Killer Croc squatted down on the spot and rubbed the bridge of his broken nose, if he had such a thing as a nose bridge.
"It's a shark!"
"What shark? Isn't this a crocodile?"
"You know this is a crocodile and you still ask me?!!"
Clark rubbed his temples and said: "I know this is a crocodile, and you are also a crocodile. What I want to ask is, why are there crocodiles rushing out of Gotham's sewers?"
"Why can't there be crocodiles bursting out of Gotham's sewers? I claimed sovereignty over Gotham's sewers five years ago. It's my legal residence, and Wayne Group didn't even say anything. Who do you think you are?
"
Clark held a breath back in his throat.
"No, I want to ask, what I mean is...theoretically speaking, the natural habitat of sharks should not be sewers, right?"
"We are crocodiles, you idiot!"
Clark felt like his brain was in a blur.
"Sorry, I said it wrong, it's a crocodile, but whether it's a shark or a crocodile, their natural habitat shouldn't be the sewers of any city, right?"
"That's because other crocodiles don't have as long legs as I do. They can't choose their natural habitat, but I can."
Killer Crocodile sighed and said: "Originally, I was the only crocodile in the sewers of the whole city, but those little bastards who couldn't beat me chose to adopt the fucking natural management method and stuffed thousands of male crocodiles and crocodiles into the sewers.
I grab the territory!”
"They know full well that the pollutants in Gotham's sewers can drive any living thing in the world crazy, and these ugly sons of bitches who only have physical attributes adopted group tactics after they realized they couldn't defeat me alone. It's simply
You are a coward!"
"Wait a minute." Clark asked in great surprise: "So are you a crocodile or a human? Why are you competing for territory with the crocodile?"
"Because obviously I can't fucking steal people!"
Clark was about to continue asking when he heard another bang coming from the other side of the street, followed by a rumble and the sound of the earth shaking.
Then Clark watched helplessly as a hippopotamus taller than the roof came overwhelmingly and flew away like a thunderbolt.
"The people of Gotham will not give up, right?" Killer Croc sighed and said: "They also responded with natural management methods. I don't know which cultural person proposed that hippos are the natural enemies of crocodiles, so we have this
.”
"God! It's headed for the city!"
Killer Croc stood beside him, hands on hips and said: "Tanks charge!"
"Are you just looking at it?" Clark's eyes widened. He had already flown up and said, "Such a big animal rushing into the city will cause many casualties!"
"It doesn't matter, someone will teach it a lesson."
Clark had no time to argue with Killer Crocodile. He rushed towards the hippo just now, but as he flew, he found a huge shadow covering him.
Clark looked up and read a message in those blood-red eyes - I had just finished making French fries at the dock.
It was a seagull with a wingspan that could cover the sky and the sun. Compared with it, Superman looked a bit petite.
I saw this seagull swooping down and biting off a piece of meat from the hippo's back. Clark braked suddenly in the air and instinctively began to think about which hippo, tank or heavy transport aircraft was more harmful to humans.
No need to ask! Clark can't stand himself anymore, he has to stop them both now!
Just as Clark was about to rush over and punch the seagull, he heard a "huha" sound, a figure leaped high in the sky, and a huge hammer hit the seagull on the head.
The seagull lost its balance and fell downwards, hitting the hippo directly. The giant hippo was staggered by the impact. A group of tree roots thicker than the hippo's waist wrapped around the huge animal and pulled it into two halves.
Then Clark flew in the air, watching the windows on both sides of the street open one after another, and heads poking out one after another.
After a while, a Gothamite living on this street held an axe, axe, hook and fork in one hand, and a pot and pan in the other hand, cutting and washing vegetables and heating oil in a pot all at once.
When the fragrance spread to Clark's nose, he began to hesitate whether to go down or not.
To put it simply, the people sitting down to eat now are ordinary citizens who have not committed any crime for the time being, and the people of Gotham have never liked Metropolis people very much. Flying down like this seems a bit like ruining the place.
Metropolis people have always been criticized for being nosy, and Clark didn't want to add to this reputation, but... Clark thought hesitantly, is food safety really not a problem?
The reason why seagulls and hippos can grow to such a large size is definitely not because of their unique genes, so wouldn’t the toxic substances that make them grow so large accumulate in the food chain?
Then Clark suddenly thought that if the poisonous substances in the giant seagulls and hippopotamuses entered the bodies of Gotham people, it was not certain who would beat whom.
Eventually, Clark overcame his desire to meddle, deciding that he should focus on his goal and get at least one shot of footage today.
It is a documentary channel, not a fantasy channel. There are no hippos, no seagulls, and no crocodile cyclones!
Clark found a deserted place to land, and walked forward like an ordinary citizen, intending to continue from the previous intersection through half of the wall of Arkham City and go deep into the real slums.
Just as he was about to enter the fence, Clark saw another group of children carrying large and small bags selling orange juice.
He grabbed one of them by the collar with his hand and watched him walk in place for a long time, then held his head down and asked, "What are you selling?"
"Juice, sir, would you like some?"
"No, I want to ask, do you know that this juice contains a lot of drugs?"
"Not exactly, sir."
"You mean this isn't drugs?"
"I mean the word 'a large amount' is not quite accurate." The child shook his head, took out a pack of juice and handed it to Clark and said, "In our place, no one over 18 years old drinks this stuff, they all call it it.
It’s fun for cowards.”
Clark looked at the child with wide eyes. He took a sip yesterday and could clearly feel how violently and quickly the drug rushed to his brain.
Although it was punched back by his brain, this thing survived the Kryptonian's blood defense, and it hit him in a second. Are you telling me that this is coward music?
"Are you a foreigner?" The child showed a look of realization, and then said: "Then go to the nearest pharmacy and ask them to prescribe a children's dose for you. Don't mention any drugs, just say you want headache medicine.
.”
"Is this a code for some illegal prescription?"
"Of course not, it's just an ordinary children's headache medicine, most of which are used for convulsions and projectile vomiting in children."
The little boy began to explain to Clark, and he said, "You are from a metropolis, right? You people don't understand. People here are very drug-resistant. The painkillers used by ordinary children are enough to kill an adult.
"
"ah?"
The child shrugged and said, "I don't know why, maybe this is Gotham."
After saying that, he jumped away and ran away. Clark looked down at the packet of orange juice he stuffed for himself, and turned it around to smell it in disbelief.
He squatted on the ground and looked around, thinking that there should be no chemical testing methods here, and his clairvoyance eyes were obviously not responsible for displaying theoretical data. Only his blood and brain could do so.
So, Clark gritted his teeth and took another sip, and then he had only one thought - this stuff is really strong.
A series of data from the physical reaction made Clark understand that if Gotham people could still stand after drinking this stuff, then their brains might not only have been punched by these hallucinogenic ingredients, but at least a set of Wing Chun.
Wouldn’t the brains of Gothamites be more martial than super brains?
Clark stood up, pursed his lips and wrinkled the muscles around his nose, put his hands on his hips and looked around. The group of children had long since disappeared.
As soon as he put on his glasses and turned around, he saw a figure in a windbreaker squatting next to the collapsed wall.
"Did I fucking take too much? Why did I see a bunch of crocodiles flying in the sky?"
Clark saw a blond man squatting on the ground in pain, covering his forehead and mumbling. He was about to walk over and ask him if he needed help. The man suddenly stood up and put his hands on the air in front of him.
Did a sketch.
"Elf of Thunder! I command you! Destroy these evil crocodiles for me and get my hat back!"
Could it be that he drank the orange juice from those kids just now? Clark thought helplessly.
As a result, there was a click, and a dazzling bolt of lightning struck from mid-air. When Clark turned his head, he saw the crocodile whirlwind raging in the street next door being turned into a puff of black smoke.
"Hehehehe..." the man giggled.
Just as Clark was about to step forward and ask him, a tall figure rushed out from behind the wall, pulled the blond man up from the ground, gave him a thumbs up and said, "Well done! We retaken the sewer.
The territory! Now I am the strongest and most handsome male in this city!"
The blond man looked back at him with confused eyes, and found that he saw a strong crocodile man.
Clark thought he would be frightened and wanted to step up and block between the two of them. Unexpectedly, the blond man lit a cigarette and blew a smoke ring into Killer Croc's face, put his arm around his shoulders and said:
"That's right, man, you're really handsome. By the way, are there any female crocodiles here?"
"Stop talking nonsense, man, you must have taken too much. Where did the female crocodile come from in the city sewers?"
"That's just right." The blond man also gave Killer Croc a thumbs up, put his arm around his shoulders and walked back and said, "I don't want to compete with others for territory. Come on, let me see how handsome you are.
"
"Hey, you mean..."
"Seriously, the last time I saw such strong biceps was on a shark, and your nose is so beautiful."
"Thank you, I'm embarrassed to praise you, but...shark? Are you serious?"
"You don't know how hot that guy is. I'll introduce it to you next time, or the three of us will do it together..."