Gordon was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but the sound of the radio came intermittently to his ears. It was the only device he had that could hear news from the outside world, and it was broadcasting news about the Claw Killer.
Gordon breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that a family of four had been successfully rescued from the house. The little girl who was targeted by the murderer only suffered a cut on her leg and her life was not in danger.
But when he heard that they still hadn't caught the dangerous murderer, Gordon's hands clenched the sheets tightly, with a painful expression on his face. When he heard that the police officer responsible for the arrest was Ge Yin,
, Gordon showed a dazed expression again.
He remembered that this girl didn't know anything when she first came to the police station, but she was very smart and learned quickly. He would never forget that Ge Yin, who finally became the police chief, cried beside his bed and said she couldn't find him.
The man who shot him.
Of course she couldn't find it.
Gordon turned to look at the group photo placed on the bedside table. There were four people in it, namely Gordon, Bruce and the Wayne couple.
He also failed to find the murderer of the Waynes.
It was all his own fault.
Holding the radio tightly again, Gordon turned the station with his only free hand, wanting to listen to the whole thing again from another radio program. This was the only thing he could do while lying in bed, and it was also the only thing Bruce could do.
Let him do it.
Why isn't this a punishment? Back then, he couldn't find the murderer who killed this boy's parents. Now people can't find the one who hurt him, and he can only be paralyzed in bed, unable to do anything.
With a click, the door opened. Bruce brought the meal in, adjusted the backrest, placed the plate on the small table, and let Gordon eat by himself with his movable arm.
The food was delicious, and it looked like it had been cooked carefully, not just randomly. Bruce took good care of him, and every aspect of his food, clothing, housing and transportation was impeccable.
Gordon understood that it was because he had been punished enough, so that a man who had a righteous heart and tried his best to reverse the situation could only lie haggard in bed and listen to more and more criminal incidents on the radio.
One bad news after another failed to catch the criminals, but they can only sigh with sorrow and regret.
Gordon is being slowly killed by this kind of life, and he knows who is the murderer of all this?
"Uncle, give me the radio, you've listened to it long enough today." Bruce leaned down and tried to take the radio away from Gordon's hand, but Gordon's hand was tightly holding the handle of the radio.
But after all, he was just a patient paralyzed in bed. His arms had a limited range of movement and he didn't have enough strength. The radio was still taken away, and Gordon just stared at Bruce blankly.
Bruce's face in the dim light looked a little pale and very tired. He had indeed lived his best life in this way.
From the original eldest young master to an orphan whose parents both died, he had no property and had to start from scratch. This was tantamount to falling from heaven to hell, but he did not give up on himself. He kept living hard and even adopted an adopted child.
His benefactor took good care of him.
Who can blame him?
Therefore, Gordon will never say that that night when he passed by that alley, he actually saw the figure of the murderer who shot him. He was not a cruel villain at all, just a thin child.
Clark stumbled back to the shelter, but there was no room for him here, and he didn't want to crowd out the places for those really poor people, so he asked the shelter staff where Spider-Man came from.
Spider-Man was wearing a school uniform when he arrived, and the staff at the shelter knew which school he was from, but students from this school often came to volunteer, so the staff were not surprised.
He just reminded Clark that it is best not to disturb him. There are indeed some grateful people here. They feel that since someone has helped them, they should try their best to give back. However, this kind of behavior is often difficult to achieve good results.
After all, no one wants a homeless man waiting for him at the school gate.
Fortunately, the staff thought that Clark's image was not bad and it was probably just a temporary crisis, so they finally told him the address of the school.
Spider-Man walked for 10 minutes, and Clark walked for half an hour. Except that his current physical fitness is no different from that of ordinary humans, Batman's words have been echoing in his mind for a long time, affecting his thinking.
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Finally, we were almost at school. Clark could see the school sign. It was time for school to end. There were too many people at the main entrance, and there were all kinds of cars picking up students blocking the way. Clark felt that he might not be able to see the spider clearly.
Xia, he decided to go around to the side alley, where the view would be better.
But as soon as he walked over, he saw a group of people rushing towards the back alley in a menacing manner. Clark knew at the first glance that something was up to him, so he hurried towards the back.
Sure enough, as soon as Clark poked his head out from the corner, he saw a group of people surrounding a thin figure in the corner, pushing and shouting curses.
The other party didn't seem to want to resist, but just kept trying to escape through the gap between several people. How could Clark be able to see through such a thing? He yelled at the other party and rushed forward.
This group of people is Thompson and Spider-Man. Spider-Man has no way and cannot bring Jason here. Of course Thompson knows that he can't do it. He doesn't think that poor Peter can control the strong man several times.
He was lucky last time, but this time he came to cause trouble for Peter.
Knowing that Peter would definitely not be able to bring anyone here, he had another legitimate reason to bully him, so as soon as get out of class was over, he carried Peter to the back of the school.
He would not let Peter go easily this time, because the strong man hit him very painfully last time, and he had to retaliate with tooth.
As soon as Thompson raised his fist to hit Peter, a strong man rushed forward. He thought it was the man with the scar on his face that he met that day. He was so frightened that he peeed and hit the wall.
As a result, the force of the impact on him was not very strong. After all, Thompson is a football player. The force and angle of the impact can be used to test the opponent's strength and skills. The opponent did not knock him down so much as he relied on his size to hold him down.
He fell down.
Thompson turned around and saw a handsome face, but the weakness and paleness on that face were too obvious.
Where did the homeless come from?! Thompson obviously found that Clark's clothes were not clean enough and he was wearing the kind of shoes issued by the shelter. He looked like a homeless man who was high on drugs.
Take a closer look, isn't this the one I picked up and threw into the trash can this morning?
Thompson was no longer afraid immediately. He knew that although some homeless people looked like they were gang members, these people were hungry and did not have enough nutrition. They would only fight fiercely and violently.
Skills are simply no match for him.
Thompson swung a punch, and with a bang, Clark was knocked to the ground, but he still got up from the ground and took advantage of his size to pin Thompson to the wall.
Thompson's younger brothers were not vegetarians either. They were mostly members of the football team. They came up and pulled Clark away, threw him to the ground, and rushed over to punch him.
Spider-Man was stunned and shouted: "Clark! Why are you here?! Run!"
At this time, several followers gave way. Spider-Man could definitely run away, but he couldn't leave Clark here alone.
Just as he was about to go over to save Clark, Thompson stood in front of him. Thompson clenched his fist and said, "Good boy, it's your little friend again. Do you think I will be afraid of you after you find these losers?"
When the spider sense activated, Thompson punched Spider-Man on the side of the face. Spider-Man didn't have time to hide because he had been paying attention to Clark's situation.
The punch wasn't very painful. After gaining mutant power, his resistance to blows became much stronger, but what really made Spider-Man angry was that these people kept beating Clark who was lying on the ground.
Clark's condition is not good to begin with, and his life may be in danger if he is beaten like this again. They are going too far!
In the past, Peter didn't want to argue with them because although they would bully Peter, it was mostly verbal ridicule. They blocked him in a corner and basically didn't do anything. They just pushed him a few times, laughed a few times, and beat Peter.
I kicked him while he was running away, but the matter did not escalate to the point of causing personal injury.
But after Thompson was beaten, he was obviously very angry and completely lost his sense of control in his actions. He did not realize that he might be killing people. This was completely beyond the limit of Spider-Man's tolerance.
He took a deep breath, tried hard to relax his fist, and punched Thompson lightly, praying desperately in his heart not to use too much force. He still couldn't control it well, and a slight mistake would be a human tragedy.
With a bang, Thompson was knocked out. Fortunately, he only flew more than two meters. Although it seemed that his cheekbones were broken, his brain was still intact and the brain matter did not flow out.
Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief, but the others were stunned. They stood there blankly, looking at Spider-Man like a monster.
Spider-Man didn't care much, and rushed forward to help Clark up, pulling Clark and fleeing hastily, as if he was the one who was knocked out.
Fortunately, the few followers all paid attention to Thompson's condition, allowing the two of them to escape successfully.
As soon as he ran out, Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief. He put Clark in the corner and found that the corners of his mouth were bleeding and the corners of his eyes were bruised. When he lifted up his clothes, he found that he was covered in bruises from being beaten.
Spider-Man was angry and sad at the same time, and couldn't help asking: "What are you doing here? Don't you know that you are sick now?"
"I just want to come to you."
"Then why did you rush up?"
This question immediately stunned Clark. He stared at Spider-Man, and Spider-Man stared at him. After the two of them stared at each other for dozens of seconds, Clark said in disbelief: "Why should I rush up? Of course.
To save you!"
"But you can't save me even if you're still sick!"
"Then can I stand there and watch?!" Clark said even more incredulously: "You mean I saw you being bullied by a group of people... No, it's not just you, it's just an ordinary high school student being bullied.
A group of strong men gathered around, pushing and insulting each other, so I should just do nothing and just stand there and watch?!"
"Then you haven't thought about your own physical condition..."
"Where do I have time to think?!" Clark raised his voice and said, "After seeing this kind of thing, can I still spend ten minutes thinking about my physical condition, whether there is any pain or discomfort, calm down
Analyze how likely it is to save you without harming myself, and then rush to save you??"
Clark collapsed and said: "Am I crazy, or is the world crazy?!"