Chapter 2111 Superman's Gotham Adventure (Part 4)

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 drugs. After all, this is Gotham, so he still has to be careful.

Standing next to the trash can, Clark fixed a small sports camera on his chest, because going further inside is the real Gotham slums. He doesn't think the people here will tolerate him carrying a gun and cannon into it, so a small camera that can be used to take pictures is the best choice.

The wall of Arkham City is a large construction site. Because it was unfinished halfway through the construction, most of the facilities are placed here.

After Clark passed through the wall, he looked at the other side and confirmed that there were no crocodiles, hippos or seagulls there before walking over.

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

Clark turned his head and found that it was actually two people fighting. He instinctively shouted and rushed towards the two people who were pulling each other.

Clark grabbed a man by the sleeve and pulled him aside, then hugged another man and pinned him to the ground, then stretched out a hand and pressed it on the chest of the first man to prevent him from rushing over to finish him off.

"Wait! Wait! Don't fight! What happened here?!" Clark spread his arms and stood between the two men, looking left and right.

On the left was a black man wearing earrings and sunglasses, and on the right was a white old man with a gray beard.

The black man took the lead in making dazzling gestures and said, "Hey, listen, you can't stop me. This guy stole my tires and left my car with only three wheels. Now my car can't be driven. I have to teach him a lesson."

Clark immediately turned his head to look at the white old man.

"It's obvious that he's lying!" The white old man kept opening his arms to show his strong chest muscles and said, "How could I steal his tires?! He framed me, and he kidnapped my wife, saying that he would use her to pay off the debt!"

Clark widened his eyes and looked at the black man again. The black man immediately raised his voice and began to rap, and the dirty words kept rushing into Clark's brain.

"Enough." Clark shouted in a deep voice.

"Tell me, where is the car?" Clark turned his head and looked at the two of them again, and asked, "I will help you find the tires, don't fight anymore."

Of course, this is not difficult for him. 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 tricycle that usually appears on construction sites, or even a hand-pushed one, and the two people behind him were still arguing.

"Dude, I have to expose you. Didn't we agree to come here to do something, right? Anyway, no one wants all these things, but now you are being too unkind. I said I'll take 70% and you'll take 30%, but you're going to take even the wheel of a car?"

"What the hell are you talking about, you nigger? When did I say I wanted to do something with you? I said we'd go over the fence together and then go our separate ways, but you came back and said there was a nice car over there, but can't you see it's a tricycle, you idiot?" ? ! "

"Because you were afraid that I would drive the car away alone, you removed one of its wheels! You got us all caught now!"

The white old man put his hands on his hips speechlessly, walked in front of Clark and pointed at the black man and said, "You see, he is so unreasonable, insisting that I stole a tire of this car, which made it impossible for him to sell it for a good price."

Just as Clark was about to speak, he saw the white old man take out a cigarette from his vest pocket, light it, take a puff, stretch out a leg and nod.

"Nowadays, any young man dares to do this business. Ask around in Gotham City, which boss of a black car recycling company dares to ask for original tires? Do you really think Batman's track tracking devices are just for show?"

"He hasn't even driven a car. Haha, can't a three-wheeled car be driven? Those rich guys change tires every day, just because they have too much money and have nowhere to spend it. They are really stupid, right?"

Clark looked at the three-wheeled cart lying on the ground, then looked at the two people, and then looked at the cart again.

He would never admit that he was a little doubtful about himself just now, or did the people of Gotham have some new way to make this cart use the verb "drive"?

A gust of wind blew, and the smell of cigarette smoke drifted over. Clark instantly understood what was going on, so he walked up directly, grabbed a man's collar with one hand, and threw the two unlucky things that were drunk aside.

Clark walked forward and tried to lift up the fallen tricycle, but soon he heard the white old man shouting, "What are you doing? Are you going to kidnap my wife too? You damn human trafficker!"

Clark paused, looked back at the white old man, and then continued to walk towards the cart. When he went around, he found a white urinal next to the front wheel of the cart.

Clark subconsciously reached out his hand, but then retracted it, because if the information sent back by his super vision was correct, this thing was only removed from a wall about 10 minutes ago, and the last order was received 13 minutes ago.

The white old man rushed over, pushing and shoving Clark away, hugged the urinal, and waved at Clark and said, "Get out of the way, do you people in Metropolis have such a lack of privacy? I just rescued her from Batman's close surveillance..."

Then the white old man began to take off his pants.

Clark quickly pushed him aside, and then looked at his hands with a complicated expression.

As a result, the black guy rushed up again, crushed the urinal with a kick, and then began to laugh from the bottom of his heart: "Hahahahaha! See! This is the result of you stealing my tires! I will stuff a squirrel into your crotch!"

Then he also started to pull off the pants of the white old man.

Clark hurriedly stepped forward and kicked him away. Looking at the fragments of the urinal scattered on the ground at his feet and the white old man who started to cry loudly, Clark stood there helplessly.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he heard a beep, and the ground began to shake continuously.

Clark turned back to the source of the earthquake and found that someone was driving a tamping machine, rushing towards this side at a speed of no less than 80 miles.

"Get out of the way! I'm going to crush them both!!!"

A black woman sitting in the driver's seat yelled: "They stole 12 urinals in three days! Who do they think they are, Superman?!!"

Clark widened his eyes in shock. He really couldn't care less about hiding his identity. He flew up and grabbed the speeding tamping machine from behind.

As a result, the white old man stopped crying, wiped his tears, stood up, and rushed directly to the tamping machine.

Perhaps some people have seen a tamping machine. In fact, the bucket of the tractor has been replaced with a vertical cylindrical device, which tamps the soil by constantly hitting the ground through the inner cylinder.

The white old man slid and knelt down next to the tamping cylinder with a smooth and handsome slide. He took off his pants and was about to stuff something under the tamping cylinder.

Clark kicked again and opened the door of the tamping machine operating room at the fastest speed. When his hand stopped on the control panel, he was surprised to find that the switch button that stopped the machine from working was gone, leaving only a black hole with several wires sticking out.

He looked up and found that the black woman rushed out of the car with the switch. Clark pulled up and dived again, and stopped in front of the black woman smoothly. He hugged his arms and squinted his eyes, his eyes fell on the switch, and then on the black woman's face.

The next second, the black woman took off her pants and stuffed the switch into her crotch.

Clark turned around as quickly as possible. When he turned back, the fat black woman had been tripped among the rubble, and the switch panel she tore off fell to the side, but Clark really didn't 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 and pointed at the group of people here and said, "What are you doing on 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 broke the tamping machine..."

"What?"

"It's the two of them... and this..."

"The first question!"

Clark was stunned and answered instinctively, "Are you the security guard here?"

The white man took off his hard hat and said, "No, I'm not. I'm just passing by. I think it's cool to shout like this."

Clark looked at his uniform, and the white man also looked down at himself , took two steps back, shook his head and said: "I took it off a cleaner who fell into a trash can. I picked up the hat next to it. You continue. I'm going home."

After that, he threw down the hat and turned to leave. Then a sharp female voice came from behind the wall, "What the hell is going on?!"

Clark turned his head and found another woman in a black vest uniform walking over the rubble. "Who the hell dares to make trouble here?!"

The woman took out a rifle from her back, strode over with the gun in both hands, and said after a glance: "What the hell are you doing? Get out of here!"

"Well, are you the security guard here?" Clark hesitated because he was worried that the woman was also passing by and the uniform and gun were taken from someone else.

Who knew that the woman glared at him fiercely, picked up the work permit hanging on her chest with her finger and said: "I'm not a security guard, are you a security guard? Get out!"

"Hey, you bitch... I want..."

Bang!

The gunshot startled Clark, but fortunately, the surrounding area was covered by his biological stance within a few meters, and the bullet was quickly stopped.

Bang!

Finding that the other party did not fall down in response, another shot was fired soon, but the bullet was also stopped by Clark.

The black guy who tried to curse on the other side found that he did not fall down after firing the gun, and he lowered his head to touch his body, then knelt down and began to pray.

Finding that firing did not work, the female security guard took the barrel of the gun and hit the black guy's head with a standard pendulum.

"Wait, you can't just kill him like this." Clark hurriedly stopped the female security guard's action, and the next second his arm was also hit by a pendulum.

"Don't you understand what people say? Get out quickly!"

"Okay, okay, don't get excited first, but so many things are broken here, we should call the police first..."

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