Clark threw the orange juice in his hand into the trash can. He felt that he should not overestimate the resistance of his blood and brain to Gotham's drugs. This was Gotham after all, so he had to be careful.
Standing next to the trash can, Clark fixed a small action camera on his chest, because walking further inside would be the real Gotham slums, and he didn't think the people here would tolerate him walking in with a gun and a cannon.
, so a small camera that can be taken with you is the best choice.
The wall of Arkham City is a large construction site. Because it was unfinished halfway through, most of the facilities were left here.
After Clark passed through the wall, he looked at the other end to make sure there were no crocodiles, hippos or seagulls there before walking over.
As soon as he stepped out of the construction site fence on the other side with one foot, he heard a noise coming from his right side.
Clark turned around and saw that two people were fighting. He instinctively shouted and rushed towards the two people who were fighting.
Clark grabbed one person's sleeve and pulled him aside, then hugged the other person and pushed him to the ground. Then he stretched out a hand and pressed it on the first person's chest to prevent him from rushing over to hit him.
.
"Wait! Wait! Stop fighting! What happened here?!" Clark spread his arms to stand between the two of them, looking to the left and to the right.
On the left is a black man wearing earrings and sunglasses, and on the right is an old white man with a gray beard.
The black man took the lead and made dazzling gestures and said: "Hey, listen, you can't stop me. This guy stole my tires. He left my car with only three wheels. Now my car can't do anything."
Now, I have to teach him a lesson."
Clark immediately turned to look at the old white man.
"Obviously he is lying!" The old white man kept opening his arms to show his strong chest muscles and said: "How could I steal his tires?! He framed me, and he also kidnapped my wife and said he wanted to take her
She pays the bill!"
Clark's eyes widened and he looked at the black man again. The black man immediately raised his voice and started rapping, and obscene words kept rushing into Clark's brain.
"That's enough." Clark shouted in a deep voice.
"Tell me, where is the car?" Clark turned to look at the two of them again and asked, "I will help you find the tire, don't fight anymore."
Of course, this is not difficult for me. Clark is indeed not a detective like Batman, but his super vision and super hearing allow him to track everything in the world. Isn’t it easy to find a tire?
Two minutes later he retracted his opinion, because after turning the corner, he saw a tricycle.
It was either a family car with one wheel stolen, or a three-wheeled cart that usually appeared on construction sites, or even a push-type cart, and the two people behind him were still arguing.
"Brother, I have to expose you. Did we agree before that we would come here to do something, right? Anyway, no one wants these many things, but now you are a bit too unreasonable. I told you that I
Seven and three, but do you want to take away even the wheels of a car?"
"What the hell are you talking about, nigga? When did I say I wanted to do it with you? I said we should go our separate ways over the fence, but you came back and said there was a nice car there.
, but you idiot, can’t you see that this is a tricycle?!”
"Because you were afraid that I would drive the car away alone, so you took off one of its wheels! You made us all get caught now!"
The old white man put his hands on his hips speechlessly, walked up to Clark and pointed at the black man and said, "You see, he is so unreasonable. He cannot sell it unless I steal a tire from this car."
Good price.”
Just as Clark was about to speak, he saw the old white man take out a cigarette from his vest pocket, lit it, took a puff, stretched out one leg and nodded.
"Nowadays, any kid dares to come out to do this. Ask around Gotham City, which owner of black car recycling dares to ask for original tires? Do you really think Batman's rut tracking devices are just decorations?"
"He has never even driven a car. Haha, can't you drive a car with three wheels? Those rich guys change tires every day. It's just that they have too much money and no use. They are really stupid, right?"
Clark looked at the three-wheeled cart that had fallen sideways on the ground, then at the two people, and then at the cart.
He would never admit that he had doubted himself just now, or did the people of Gotham have some novel way to use the verb "open" on this cart?
A gust of wind blew, and the smell of cigarette smoke drifted over. Clark immediately understood what was going on, so he walked forward directly, holding one person's collar in one hand and throwing the two unlucky ones aside.
Clark stepped forward and tried to help the overturned tricycle, but soon he heard the old white man shouting: "What are you going to do? Are you going to kidnap my wife too?! You damn human trafficker!"
Clark paused, looked back at the old white man, and then continued walking towards the cart. After he walked around, he discovered that there was a white urinal placed next to the front wheel of the cart.
Clark subconsciously stretched out his hand, but took it back, because if the information returned by his super vision was correct, this thing was removed from a certain wall about 10 minutes ago, and the last one was attached 13 minutes ago.
A single.
The old white man rushed over, pushed and shoved Clark away, hugged the urinal, and waved to Clark and said, "Get out of the way, most of you are like this."
No sense of privacy? I just rescued her from Batman's close surveillance..."
Then the old white man started to take off his pants.
Clark quickly pushed him aside with quick eyes and hands, and then looked at his hands with a complicated expression.
As a result, at this time, the black guy rushed up again, smashed the urinal with a click, and then started laughing from the bottom of his heart: "Hahahahahaha! Look! This is what you get for stealing my tires!! I will
Squirrel stuffed in your crotch!”
Then he also started to take off the old white man's pants.
Clark quickly stepped forward and kicked him out. Looking at the fragments of the urinal scattered on the ground beside his feet, and the old white man who started to cry loudly, Clark stood there helplessly.
He opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard beep beep and the ground began to shake continuously.
Clark turned back towards the source of the earthquake and found someone driving a ramming machine, rushing towards this direction at a speed of no less than 80 miles.
"Get out of the way! I'm going to crush them both!!!"
A black aunt was sitting in the driver's seat and roared: "They stole 12 urinals in three days! Who do they think they are, Urinal Superman?!"
Clark's eyes widened in shock. He really didn't care about concealing his identity, so he flew up and grabbed the speeding ramming machine from behind.
As a result, the old white man stopped crying, wiped his tears, stood up, and rushed towards the ramming machine.
Some of you may have seen a tamping machine. In fact, the tractor's bucket is replaced by a vertical cylindrical device. The inner barrel continuously hits the ground to ram the soil.
The old white man stopped next to the tamping tube with a smooth and handsome slide. He took off his pants and was about to stuff something under the tamping tube.
Clark kicked again and opened the door of the ramming machine operating room as quickly as possible. When his hand stopped on the control panel, he was surprised to find that the switch button that stopped the machine was gone, leaving only an extension button.
There are several black holes with wires coming out.
When he looked up, he saw the black aunt rushing out of the car with the switch. Clark made another high dive and successfully stopped in front of the black aunt. He folded his arms and squinted his eyes. His eyes fell on the switch, and then on the black man.
Auntie's face.
The next second, the black aunt took off her pants and stuffed the switch into her crotch.
Clark turned around as fast as he could. When he turned back, some fat black aunt had tripped and fell among the rubble, and the switch panel she had torn off fell to the side, but Clark really didn't want to
Dare to pick it up.
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!"
A strong white man wearing a hard hat and a fluorescent vest came over, pointed at the group of people here and said: "What are you doing in the construction site? Get out of here!"
Clark flew towards him with some surprise, and asked expectantly: "Are you the security guard here? They wanted to steal things from the construction site, and they also broke the ramming machine..."
"What?"
"It's just the two of them...and this..."
"first question!"
Clark was stunned and instinctively replied: "Are you the security guard here?"
The white man took off his helmet and said, "No, I'm not. I'm just passing by. I think it would be cool to shout like this."
Clark looked at the uniform he was wearing, and the white man also looked down at him, took two steps back, shook his head and said, "I took it off a janitor who fell in the trash can. I picked up the hat next to it.
You guys go on, I’m going home.”
After saying that, he threw down his hat and turned around to leave. Then a sharp female voice came from behind the wall, "What the hell is going on?!"
Clark turned around and saw another woman wearing a black vest walking over the rubble, "Who the hell dares to cause trouble here?!"
The woman took out a rifle from her back, strode over with the gun in both hands, glanced around and said, "What on earth are you doing? Get out of here!"
"Well, are you the security guard here?" Clark hesitated because he was worried that this woman was also passing by and her uniform and gun were taken off someone else's body.
Unexpectedly, the woman glared at him fiercely, picked the work ID hanging on her chest with her finger and said, "I'm not a security guard, you are a security guard? Get out of here!"
"Hey, you bitch...I want..."
boom!
The sound of the gunshot startled Clark, but fortunately, his biological position was shrouded within a few meters, and the bullet was quickly stopped.
boom!
Finding that the opponent did not fall down in response, he quickly fired another shot, but the bullet was also blocked by Clark.
The black guy who was trying to curse on the opposite side found that he did not fall down after the shooting. He even lowered his head and touched his body, then knelt down on the spot and began to pray.
When she found that shooting had no effect, the female security guard took the barrel of the gun and hit the black guy in the head with a standard pendulum.
"Wait, you can't just kill him." Clark quickly stopped the female security guard's movement, and the next second he received a big swing on his arm.
"Don't you understand human language? Get out of here!"
"Okay, okay, don't get excited yet, but so many things have been broken here, we should call the police first..."