Chapter 2110 Superman's Gotham Adventure (Part 3)

"What is going on!!!!" Clark turned and shouted at the crocodile man while running.

"Ask who I am first!! You rude outsider!!!"

"Okay!! Then who are you?!!!"

"I am Killer Croc!!"

"Are you a crocodile?!!!"

"I am a fucking killer!!!"

Killer Croc quickly grabbed Clark's arm and pulled him to a fork in the road. The two watched the huge crocodile whirlwind pass by.

"What is going on?" Clark asked.

Killer Croc squatted on the spot and rubbed his broken nose, if he had such a thing as a nose.

"It's a shark!"

"What shark? Isn't it a crocodile?"

"You know it's a crocodile and you're asking me?!!"

Clark rubbed his temple and said, "I know it's a crocodile, and you're also a crocodile. What I want to ask is, why would a crocodile rush out of Gotham's sewers?"

"Why can't a crocodile rush out of Gotham's sewers? I declared my sovereignty over Gotham's sewers five years ago. That's my legal place of residence. The Wayne Group hasn't said anything yet. Who do you think you are?"

Clark held his breath back in his throat.

"No, I want to ask, what I mean is... theoretically, the natural place of residence for sharks shouldn't be sewers, right?"

"We are crocodiles, you idiot!"

Clark felt his mind was a mess.

"Sorry, I said it wrong, it's a crocodile, but whether it's a shark or a crocodile, their natural habitat should not be the sewer of any city, right?"

"That's because other crocodiles don't have legs as long as mine, they can't choose their own natural habitat, but I can."

Killer Croc sighed and said, "Originally, there was only one crocodile in the sewer of the whole city, but those little bastards who couldn't beat me chose to adopt the fucking natural governance method and stuffed thousands of male crocodiles into the sewer to compete with me for territory!"

"They knew that the pollutants in the Gotham sewers could make any creature in the world crazy, and these ugly men who only grew their bodies found that they couldn't beat me alone, so they adopted collective tactics. They are simply cowards!"

"Wait." Clark asked in great surprise: "So are you a crocodile or a human? Why do you want to compete with crocodiles for territory?"

"Because obviously I can't beat people!"

Clark was about to ask again, and heard a bang from the street just now, followed by a rumbling sound of shaking the earth.

Then Clark watched helplessly as a hippopotamus taller than the roof came in overwhelming force and left with thunder and lightning.

"The people of Gotham will not give up, right?" Killer Croc sighed and said, "They also responded with natural governance. I don't know which intellectual proposed that hippopotamus are the natural enemies of crocodiles, so we have this."

"God! It rushed towards the city!"

Killer Croc stood beside him, with his hands on his hips and said, "Tank charge!"

"You just watch?" Clark's eyes widened. He had already flown up and said, "Such a big animal rushing into the city will cause a lot of casualties!"

"It doesn't matter, someone will teach it a lesson."

Clark didn't have time to argue with Killer Croc. He rushed towards the hippopotamus just now, but as he flew, he found a huge shadow above his head covering him.

Clark looked up and read a message in those blood-red eyes-I just finished fries at the dock.

It was a seagull with a wingspan that could cover the sky and the sun. Superman looked a little petite compared to it.

The seagull swooped down and bit off a piece of meat from the hippopotamus' back. Clark braked suddenly in the air and instinctively began to think, which of the hippopotamus, tanks and heavy transport aircraft is more harmful to humans.

Is there any need to ask this! Clark simply couldn't stand himself. Now he had to stop them both!

Clark was about to rush over and punch the seagull, and then he heard a "whoosh" sound. A figure jumped high in the sky and a huge hammer hit the seagull's head.

The seagull lost its balance and fell down, hitting the hippopotamus directly. The giant hippopotamus staggered, and a tree root thicker than the hippopotamus' waist wrapped around the behemoth and pulled it in half.

Then Clark flew in the air, watching the windows on both sides of the street open one after another, and heads popped out one after another.

After a while, the Gotham people who lived on this street were holding axes, forks and hooks in one hand and pots and pans in the other, cutting and washing vegetables and heating oil in one go.

When the aroma drifted into Clark's nose, he began to hesitate whether to go down.

In short, the people sitting down to eat now were ordinary citizens who had not committed any crimes for the time being, and the Gotham people never liked the Metropolitan people. If he flew down like this, it would look like he was messing up the place.

Metropolitan people are always criticized for being nosy, and Clark doesn't want to add to this reputation, but... Clark hesitated and thought in his heart, is food safety really not a problem?

The seagulls and hippos can grow so big, it must not be because of their unique genes, so won't the toxic substances that make them huge accumulate in the food chain?

Then Clark suddenly thought that if the toxic substances in the giant seagulls and hippos enter the bodies of Gotham people, it is not certain who will beat whom.

In the end, Clark overcame his desire to meddle in other people's affairs. He thought he should focus on the goal and at least shoot a piece of material today.

He 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 the half of the wall of Arkham City and go deep into the real slums.

Just as he was about to enter the wall, Clark saw a group of children carrying large and small bags to sell orange juice.

He grabbed one of them by the collar, watched him pace in place for a long time, and then held his head 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 accurate, sir."

"Are you saying that it's not drugs?"

"I mean the word 'a lot' is not 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 drinks this stuff, they all call it spit."

Clark looked at the child with wide eyes. He choked on it yesterday and could clearly feel how violently and quickly this drug rushed to his brain.

Although it was punched back by his brain, this thing survived the blood defense of the Kryptonians and got high in a second. You told me this is spit?

"You are from outside the city, right?" The child showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and then said: "Then go find the nearest pharmacy and ask them to prescribe children's dosage for you. Don't mention any drugs, just say you want headache medicine."

"Is this a code for illegal prescriptions?"

"Of course not, it's just ordinary children's headache medicine, mostly used for pediatric convulsions and projectile vomiting."

The little boy began to explain to Clark, he said: "You are from the Metropolis, right? You don't understand over there, people here are very resistant to drugs, and the painkillers used by children are enough to knock out an adult."

"Huh?"

The child shrugged and said: "I don't know why, maybe this is Gotham."

After that, he jumped away. Clark looked down at the orange juice he stuffed into him, twisted it open and smelled it with some disbelief.

He squatted on the ground and looked around, thinking that there should be no means of chemical testing here, and his perspective eyes were obviously not responsible for displaying theoretical data, only his blood and brain could do so.

So, Clark gritted his teeth and drank another sip, and then he had only one thought-this thing is really strong.

A series of data from the body's reaction made Clark understand that if the people of Gotham could still stand after drinking this stuff, then their brains probably not only gave these hallucinogenic ingredients a punch, but also at least a set of Wing Chun.

The brains of the people of Gotham would not be more martial than the super brain, right?

Clark stood up, pursed his lips and wrinkled the muscles around his nose, put his hands on his hips and looked around, and the group of children had already run away.

As soon as he put on his glasses and turned his head, he saw a figure in a windbreaker squatting next to the collapsed wall.

"Did I take too much? Why do I see a group of crocodiles flying in the sky?"

Clark saw a blond man squatting on the ground and mumbling with his forehead covered in pain. He was about to walk over to ask him if he needed help, but the man stood up and drew with his hands in the air in front of him.

"Thunder spirit! I order you! Destroy these evil crocodiles for me and take my hat back!"

Did he drink the orange juice of the kids just now? Clark thought helplessly.

Then there was a crackling sound, and a dazzling lightning flashed from the air. Clark turned his head and saw that the crocodile whirlwind raging in the street next door was turned into a puff of black smoke.

"Hehehe..." The man laughed foolishly.

Clark was about to step forward to ask him, and a tall figure rushed out from behind the wall, pulled the blond man on the ground up, gave him a thumbs up and said: "Well done! We have regained the territory of the sewer! Now I am the strongest and most handsome male in this city again!"

The blond man looked back at him with a confused look, and found that he saw a strong crocodile man.

Clark thought he would be horrified and wanted to walk up to block the two of them, but the blond man lit a cigarette and blew a smoke ring on Killer Croc's face, then stretched out his arm around his shoulders and said, "That's right, buddy, you are really handsome. By the way, are there any female crocodiles here?"

"Don't talk nonsense, man, you must have taken too much. Where can a female crocodile come from in the city sewer?"

"That's perfect." 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. Let's go, let me see how handsome you are."

"Hey, you mean..."

"To be honest, the last time I saw such strong biceps was on a shark, and your nose is beautiful."

"Thank you, I am embarrassed to praise you, but... shark? Are you serious?"

"You don't know how hot that guy is. I will introduce him to you next time, or the three of us will do it together..."

Clark felt that he had taken too much.

A comedy short story

Reflects the author's mental state