Chapter 2119 Superman's Gotham Adventure (End)

Chapter 2093 Superman's Gotham Adventure (End)

Peter and Clark shook hands.

"I'm very sorry, I wanted to talk to you more, sir." Peter said, "But there is a very urgent matter now. We have to solve the problem of Gotham citizens going crazy."

Clark obviously also noticed that so many crazy phenomena in the city could not be that Gotham people suddenly had a brain hole. There must be external factors, so he curiously asked: "Do you know why they are crazy?"

"The lady didn't let me say too much because she was afraid... Well, it's okay to tell you. The people in this city were anesthetized by a toxin before. Of course, it was just a stopgap measure, but it caused a little side effect."

"Did they become mentally ill?"

"It can't be called insane, sir, just a little more excited than before."

Clark put his hands on his waist, sighed and said: "Although you Much more polite than Batman, but I still want to say that this is very dangerous. "

"Although I believe Batman can clean up all this in a very short time, the most dangerous thing is how you face his anger."

Peter paused, took two steps back quickly and said: "Sorry, Mr. Kent, I have to send these criminals to where they should go, Batman is still waiting for my report."

Clark saw that he was not very old, so he waved his hand and said: "It's good that you have a way, but I have to do something too. I will clean up those places that are too messy first. Call me when you find a solution."

Peter nodded vigorously, and Clark flew away quickly. He was indeed ready to clean up some messes as he said, but mainly those that would cause major safety hazards.

Peter quickly transported the members of the Court of Owls to the prison in the Batcave, and then called Batman in the Batcave and said, "I have locked them up. Is there anything else to do?"

"Not yet, what are you doing?"

Peter paused, and then realized that he might have been exposed, but he still explained, "I'm still looking for that strange trophy, and I'm making good progress."

Bruce Wayne hung up the phone soon, and Peter ran back to the laboratory like his butt was on fire, shouting to Poison Ivy, "Hurry up and find a way, Batman is about to find out."

"So he hasn't found out yet?" Poison Ivy said a little surprised, "I thought he knew it a long time ago."

"You underestimate the workload of a president of a country, especially when Bruce Wayne came to power in that way. This will keep Batman so busy that he has no time to doubt other people's work." Scarecrow added.

"So we still have a chance." Peter pushed Poison Ivy forward and said, "As long as we can clean up this place before Batman is free, there is still hope for recovery."

Poison Ivy showed a hesitant look, but soon she said, "Okay, then what should we do? I don't think we can shirk responsibility with just a few words."

"Don't worry, I just thought of a way."

"Just now? What did you do just now?"

"I went to see someone, he is the key to our solution."

In the office of the White House, Bruce frowned and hung up the phone. He was indeed very busy recently, even to the point where he had no time to care about the situation in Gotham.

But it cannot be said that he was completely unaware. Although he had no time to watch the monitor, he had called Gordon several times before, and Gordon was a little evasive.

More importantly, there is now a search and rescue dog from Metropolis running around in his city, and Batman is somewhat worried.

After thinking for a while, Bruce turned to his assistant and said, "Go prepare the plane. I need to go back to Gotham."

At this time, Harley Quinn was riding a hippopotamus, and other members of the Joker Gang were swinging crocodiles and driving excavators to patrol the streets.

Suddenly, a figure swung through the air and stood on the roof of the opposite building. Harley Quinn looked up and saw Spider-Man.

"Stop it, you know this chaos won't last long, I think we can talk."

"Isn't it too late to think about negotiation now?" Harley Quinn blew her long hair in front of her forehead with a crooked mouth, swung the hammer half a circle, and said: "Come here and let me smash your little head, I will let you go."

"You know you can't do anything to us, you can't find our laboratory, and once the truly effective ingredients are extracted, I will activate the weather weapon, and you don't have the technology to crack it."

Harley Quinn's eyes became colder and colder. She showed a mouthful of white teeth, stared at Spider-Man fiercely and said: "You are really unpleasant, kid, has anyone told you? Exposing other people's shortcomings will make you never find a girlfriend!"

"Sorry, but I'm engaged."

This matter seemed to shock Harley Quinn more than Spider-Man said he would use the weather weapon. She even stood there for a while.

"What do you mean?" Spider-Man felt offended. He said: "Can't I get engaged? I look like the kind of person who can't find a girlfriend?"

Harley Quinn pursed her lips and looked into Peter's eyes. Her expression seemed to say, I'm too kind to tell you the truth.

"Honestly, boy." Harley Quinn put the hammer on the ground, put her hands on the top of the hammer handle and said, "I'm not bragging. I used to be a psychologist. Do you know that you look like a tech geek who will die alone with the cells in the petri dish?"

Now it was Spider-Man's turn to be stunned. Actually, Harley Quinn was not wrong. If Gwen wasn't also a tech geek, he would have a high chance of dying alone.

"I'm so sorry, my girlfriend is the same." Spider-Man shrugged, jumped to the ground, crossed his arms and looked at Harley Quinn and said, "And I can see that you've fallen in love with someone completely different."

"You're talking nonsense! We look alike!!!"

"Then there's no need for you to dress yourself up like this. Trying to find common ground in appearance means you know that you can't find anything in common inside."

Harley Quinn's expression really looked like she was going to kill someone. She gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't know you were also a psychologist."

"I'm not, but my teacher is. If you're interested in this topic, we can talk about it later. Let's solve the current problem first."

Harley Quinn didn't want to admit I am interested, but her eyes and actions betrayed her. She turned her eyes aside, rubbed her nose with her hand and said, "Okay, let's find a place to talk."

Half an hour later, Peter called Jason in the Batcave and said, "Bad news, Jason, the extraction of the active ingredients of the antidote is not going well, so we can only rely on oral medication now, but the organization called the Joker Gang is too difficult to deal with."

"Of course, if you don't count the casualties, you can... Well, it's great that you are willing to help. Our next plan is to put the goods next to the airport..."

After hanging up the phone, Peter began to check on the Batcomputer, and soon he locked a factory.

Another half an hour later, Gordon looked at Peter with some doubts and said, "You want to borrow a bat light? But Batman is not in Gotham now."

"Yes, I don't plan to call Batman, I just want to broadcast a notice, and that thing is bright enough."

"That's true, follow me."

Another hour passed, and a line of words with a bat pattern was projected over Gotham.

"Countdown to the next batch of supplies: 30:00"

The people of Gotham looked up at the words. They didn't really understand what they meant, but they were very familiar with the bat logo.

The people of Gotham were not stupid. They certainly knew that Batman was a man who wanted to save the city and put it into practice. If he had something to tell the whole city in this way, it would be very urgent.

The word supplies made everyone a little confused. Could this strange rich man want to drop food and water? Please, we are not disaster victims. What's the point of providing us with food and drink?

Unexpectedly, the bat projection changed its style, and several lines of words condensed into a circle. In the center of the circle appeared a simple drawing pattern, which was a toilet.

The whole city of Gotham was boiling.

When Bruce Wayne looked down through the window of the plane, he felt a little strange. It seemed that all the people in Gotham had gone out, and the streets were crowded with people.

He took out his binoculars and looked carefully, and found that everyone was gathering in one direction. Judging from the direction of the road, it seemed to be the airport.

But don't come to welcome me, Bruce sighed in his heart, but soon he was relieved. Any city in the world might surrender to him, but Gotham would not. This is the warmth of home.

The plane began to land. Just in the air before reaching the airport, Bruce found a black shadow floating next to the plane. He opened his eyes and took a closer look and found that it was the airship of the Starg Group.

Looking more carefully, Bruce saw that there seemed to be something falling under the Stark airship, but the angle made it difficult to see what it was.

After he got off the plane, he finally saw clearly that it was a large package with a parachute, which was swaying down from the air and landed steadily on the ground.

Before Bruce could react, a black line suddenly appeared on all sides of the airport, and countless Gotham people rushed towards this side.

His bodyguard yelled, "Protect the president! Protect the president!"

Bruce immediately took out his weapon. At this time, he heard a scream from behind him, followed by a rumbling earthquake. He turned his head and saw a hippopotamus as high as a two-story building rushing over, with Harley Quinn sitting on it.

Just as Bruce was about to speak, a shadow above his head was getting closer and closer. He looked up and saw a huge seagull, which had obviously just returned from the dock after finishing fries. Looking more closely, a familiar figure stood on the seagull's head. It was Jason.

"Harley Quinn, you should go back to your old nest and mourn for the Joker. Don't think about embarrassing yourself here!"

"You little brat, the Joker should give you two more hammers. I will let you know how powerful he is!"

Before he finished speaking, a hippopotamus and a seagull fought together. In a moment, people and horses fell.

But the people of Gotham were not defeated so easily. When one person fell, thousands of people stood up and rushed towards the box like crazy.

Bruce just turned his head to look at the box, and found that another parachute was swaying down from the sky. The Riddler in a dress and a top hat landed on the top of the box.

The Penguin, who had just driven a military truck, shouted at the top: "Riddler, you are so despicable. It is illegal to use flying props!"

"Hahahahahaha! You idiot, you can't think of it yourself...ah!!!"

The Riddler suddenly began to shake his body uncontrollably. In the distance, the Mad Hatter was pointing at him with a brain wave control device, but he was soon attacked by the Scarecrow who rushed up with fear gas.

It was like a grand carnival party.

Just when the battle was in full swing, the box suddenly began to shake from bottom to top, as if something was about to come out of the ground.

Bruce saw that the situation was not right, and immediately rushed over. A grappling hook was placed on the side of the box, the rope was retracted, and he quickly jumped onto the box, trying to find where the bomb was.

The next second, with a bang, the vines on the surface bulged, and the box shook violently and fell apart, and Bruce fell straight down.

Bang!

Bruce felt that he had hit an arc-shaped plane. He looked up and found that he had fallen into a golden pit, and the noise outside disappeared.

Bruce had no choice but to fire the grappling hook again and hooked it on the edge of the pit, and jumped out with a swift movement.

With his feet on the flat ground again, Bruce shook instinctively, then looked down, only to find that the thousands of Gotham people surrounding him were all looking up at him.

Bruce had never thought that the two emotions of joy and seriousness could blend so well on a person's face.

Countless black spots surrounded a black spot in the center, and when the thing under Bruce's feet revealed its true appearance, Clark in the distance couldn't help but cover his eyes.

Under the deep blue night sky, they were surrounded by a huge golden toilet.

Violent cheers broke out, even more enthusiastic than the day of the presidential inauguration.

Serious and ridiculous, dirty and pure, simple and romantic.

He climbed up, they climbed up.

When Clark thought of this, Bruce happened to turn his head to look at him.

Clark raised his camera and left the last perfect photo for his documentary.

The next second, the roar echoed over Gotham.

"Clark Kent!! Get out of my Gotham!!!!!!!!!"

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