Chapter 2112 Superman's Gotham Adventure (V)
The female police officer took everyone away except Clark.
She was really a police officer, because Clark took a close look at the work badge on her chest, which had her police number on it, and judging from her tone, she was not lying.
Clark felt a little confused.
It felt like time had slipped away from under his nose. He seemed to have done something during that period of time, but it seemed that he had not done it. He suspected that this was the super brain blocking something he should not remember for him.
Clark had no choice but to set off again.
As soon as he walked out of the construction site fence, he saw another person chasing another person. The one in front was a skinny man, and the one behind was a slightly fat blond man.
The man being chased kept screaming, but Clark thought it was understandable because the man chasing him was holding a crocodile in his hand.
In theory, an adult male crocodile cannot be used as a weapon by humans, because their waist strength is much greater than imagined, and ordinary people cannot clamp them.
But the crocodile had been modified, with a circle of something like a construction safety belt on its body, which was firmly fixed to the fat man's waist and became part of his belt.
Just when Clark wanted to stop the fat man's violent behavior, two children suddenly rushed out of a house on the side of the road and began to spray the fat man with a garden hose.
The fat man was obviously angry after being splashed with water. He punched the crocodile on his body with his fist, making the crocodile open its mouth wide, and rushed towards the garden, scaring the children away.
The child's mother seemed to have witnessed this scene from the window. She rushed out of the main door of the house at a very fast speed, stuffed a bath towel into the crocodile's bloody mouth, and slapped the fat man to the ground with two slaps.
The thin man who was chased and screamed before turned back, took a pair of gardening shears from somewhere, cut the safety belt tied to the fat man's waist in a few seconds, grabbed the rescued crocodile and ran away.
Before he ran halfway across the street, an old man who was unloading the goods from the trunk stretched out his foot and tripped him, carrying the crocodile to the barbecue grill in his backyard.
Clark raised his hand and slowly put it down again.
The child's mother was still cursing the fat man across the wall. The fat man lay on the ground and responded with his fat lips. As a result, the mother waved her arm, and her three children ran back to the room and took out a bag of white powder, poured it all into the bucket, and took out the spray gun again to spray the fat man's face.
Then Clark saw the mother took out her phone and said to the other end: "Hello, is this the police station? I want to report that someone here is taking drugs and causing trouble... Yes, it's definitely a drug overdose. He even took a bath with drugs. You'll know if you come over and take a look."
Clark was stunned. No police station in the world would be closed for such a ridiculous reason...
Ziwa-ziwa-
A police car drifted around a corner at a speed of at least 120 miles and stopped in front of the house. A bald fat policeman with tattoos rushed out of the car, grabbed the fat man on the ground, smelled his smell, and waved to a police officer behind him.
The police officer behind him handed him a mobile phone. The fat policeman pressed a few buttons and then put it to his ear and said, "Hey, boss, the lost batch of goods has been found. Someone used it to take a shower."
"Yes, the situation is very critical now. He is resisting very strongly. My subordinates are fighting bravely with him, but we are not sure we can catch him. He is a little too crazy."
The mother who stretched her neck behind the wall to look here immediately opened her mouth wide, put her four fingers together and pinched her thumbs to make a bloody mouth gesture. The fat policeman immediately made an "OK" gesture and said.
"It's crazy. Two minutes ago, he bit an alligator on the street. I think we need to contact an animal protection organization..."
The old man in the house next door put the alligator steak on the grill and swayed his body to the music.
"Yes, the whole street is full of witnesses. They all said that they had never seen such a fierce criminal in their lives. Boss, you have to know that it was an adult saltwater crocodile. He chased it for two kilometers and almost chased it out of our jurisdiction..."
"Yes, the new guys were very smart and didn't let it run away. The credit is definitely ours. I'll call Boss Oswald now..."
The fat policeman walked farther and farther with the phone, and soon got on the police car and disappeared from Clark's sight. The fat man who chased the male adult saltwater crocodile for two kilometers and bit off half of its body was thrown on the side of the road.
"Want a piece?" The old man in the garden shouted to Clark, and raised the crocodile meat in his hand.
Clark shook his head.
He sighed and took another step, but before he walked out of the street, another extended luxury car stopped in front of the house.
The short and fat Penguin Man came out, waving his umbrella and shouting, "Where are the warriors who bravely chased the crocodiles? There are crocodiles everywhere in front of my two nightclubs, and I need such warriors to help me solve the problem..."
Clark's super vision searched for the fat man on the street, but he had disappeared long ago. Just as he was stunned, gangsters in black suits surrounded him tightly.
Penguin squinted his eyes, shot him from head to toe, and said, "Reporter?"
All the thugs raised their guns.
Penguin waved his hand and asked his bodyguard to put down the gun. He waved the umbrella in his hand and said, "I don't care what you do. You solved that ferocious crocodile. I thought the Metropolis was full of soft eggs. Come with me."
Without saying anything, a group of gangsters surrounded Clark and got into the car. Clark didn't react until the car drove out of the block.
He wanted to say that he was not the so-called warrior who subdued the crocodile, but he knew that if he said so, he would have to explain to the gangster boss in front of him what he had just seen.
But Clark didn't know how to explain it.
His feeling now was "Who am I, where am I, what am I here for?"
The car stopped steadily on a street in the red light district. The Penguin sitting in the passenger seat turned around and said to Clark: "Don't get out of the car yet."
After that, he pushed the door and got out. Clark sat in the car and saw a group of gangsters coming out of a nightclub, holding a simple fence in their hands, which was only slightly taller than him, and pulled it all the way to the door.
"Get out of the car." The Penguin waved his hand, looked around and said: "Don't make a sound, don't go out of the fence."
Clark was a little confused and didn't know why he did this, but he still walked out.
But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed behind one side of the fence, followed by a thump, and the fence on one side was directly knocked down.
Clark turned his head and saw that it was a strong big crocodile, rushing towards the crowd with its bloody mouth wide open.
The time for justice finally came. Clark rolled up his sleeves and was about to subdue the crocodile. As a result, the next second, people poked their heads out of the windows of almost the entire street, and everyone was screaming at this side.
"Fuck! Cobblepot! Where did you find such a good thing?! His chest muscles can fucking crush me!"
"Oswald Cobblepot! You are fucking eating alone again! Your business has expanded to the metropolis, and you only remembered your old friend. Do you still want to hide it from us!!"
"If you don't give him to me, I will go to the Gotham Police Department to make trouble and let them light up the bat lights to catch you!!"
The Penguin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He turned his head and roared at them: "Get out!!!"
Clark felt that the crocodile was not the main problem now, or did he doubt that the crocodile was really a problem now? This damn black boss, tricked himself here, wouldn't he have any other purpose?
"What are you doing? Catch that crocodile, it must appear on my dinner table tonight!"
There must be some other purpose.
Clark turned and left, but Penguin walked up to him, stopped him and said, "Hey, little reporter from Metropolis, I advise you to stay away from the slums now..."
Clark turned back and said, "You know I won't. No matter what you hide in there, I will show them to the world as they are."
Clark's back disappeared on the street, and Penguin muttered in a low voice, "What did the world do wrong?"
Clark flew back to the wall again. This time he changed an entry channel, and found the cleaner who fell into the trash can mentioned by the man pretending to be a security guard.
Clark fished him out of the large trash can. In the process of fishing, he found that the skinny man had a gun on his waist with a silencer.
The man coughed twice, touched his chest, and then said, "It was a close call. I almost died. Did you save me? Don't worry, I won't let you work in vain. Do you have any enemies?"
Clark looked at his thin but very stylish figure and had a bad feeling, but he still asked instinctively, "Aren't you a cleaner?"
"It seems that you are from another place. Cleaner is a slang term, or it can be said that we help you clean up anyone you don't like, just pay for it."
"Then who are you here to clean up?"
"Correction, the scope of cleaning does not only include people, I'm chasing a crocodile that walks on two legs. Have you seen him? "
"I've seen four-legged ones, and someone needs to clean them up urgently. Go over there, turn left after crossing this street, and walk about 500 meters. There is a guy with a hooked nose who will hire you. "
"You saved me and introduced me to a job. You are so nice."
"I'm afraid that you will be struck into ashes by the thunder elf when you go to find the crocodile that walks on two legs."
After saying goodbye to the cleaner, Clark continued to move towards the depths of the slums, and at this time his mentality had begun to change from shock and confusion to numbness.
Clark is a person who pursues procedural justice relatively more. Although the things he encountered along the way made him feel very confused, his reason told him that this group of people did not commit a crime.
The two people who wanted to steal the tricycle probably didn't even start fighting because of the uneven distribution of the spoils. Stealing the urinal in the toilet is indeed theft, but considering that the witness is the old lady who stuffed the switch plate into her crotch, the testimony may not be valid.
Crocodiles are not protected animals in New Jersey, so the law does not stipulate that crocodiles cannot be tied to the waist. Tying a crocodile to bite people is suspected of intentional injury and intimidation, but it did not bite, so it is not intentional injury.
And from the performance of the thin man who later picked up the crocodile and ran away, he was not afraid of crocodiles, so intimidation is not established, so the old man who grabbed the crocodile on the grill is not considered to be deliberately destroying the crime scene.
Although the mother later hid drugs, the drugs became her weapon to repel the invaders, but according to New Jersey law, there is no white powder in the item of the crime of arson.
The collusion between the police and the gang boss is worth writing about, but the other party's police response speed is even much faster than that of most police stations in the metropolis, which is simply the opposite of dereliction of duty.
The biggest problem facing the killer who fell into the trash can is that although he claims to be a killer, he fell into the trash can and got his neck stuck in the toilet seat, almost strangling himself to death. Clark doesn't think he can find any useful evidence in his criminal experience.
After thinking for a long time, Clark decided to go to the welfare home. He couldn't let go of the previous assault case in Metropolis, and he guessed that the situation in Gotham might be worse.