Chapter 2518: Battle for the Cloak (48)

Chapter 2492: The Battle for the Cape (Forty-Eight)

Gordon, lying on the bed, closed his eyes, but heard the sound of the radio intermittently beside his ear. It was the only device that could hear the news from the outside world, and it was broadcasting the news of the Claw Killer.

Gordon was relieved to hear that the family of four was successfully rescued from the house, and the little girl who was targeted by the killer only had a cut on her leg and was not in danger of life.

But when he heard that they still hadn't caught the dangerous killer, Gordon's hands tightly grasped the sheets, and a painful expression appeared on his face. When he heard that the police officer in charge of this arrest was Ge Yin, Gordon showed a trance 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 chief of police, cried beside his bed and said that she couldn't find the person who shot him.

Of course she couldn't find it.

Gordon turned his head and looked at the group photo on the bedside table. There were four people in it, Gordon, Bruce, and the Wayne couple.

He had not been able to find the murderer who killed the Wayne couple that year.

He had brought all this upon himself.

Holding the radio tightly again, Gordon used the only hand he could move to turn the radio station, 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 the only thing Bruce asked him to do.

How could this not be considered a punishment? He had not been able to find the murderer who killed the boy's parents that year, and now people could not find the one who hurt him, and he could only lie paralyzed in bed and could do nothing.

With a click, the door opened, and Bruce brought the meal in. He adjusted the backrest, put the plate on the small table, and let Gordon eat it himself with the arm he could move.

The food was very fragrant, and it was obvious that it was carefully cooked, not just fooled around. 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 received enough punishment, so that a person who had justice in his heart and tried his best to turn the situation around could only lie in bed in a daze, listening to more and more criminal incidents and bad news about the failure to catch criminals one after another from the radio, but could only sigh in vain.

Gordon was being slowly killed by such a life, and he knew who was the murderer of all this?

"Uncle, give me the radio, you have listened to it for long enough today." Bruce leaned over and wanted to take the radio from Gordon's hand, and Gordon's hand tightly grasped the handle of the radio.

But he was just a paralyzed patient in bed after all, with limited range of arm movement and not enough strength, so the radio was still taken away, and Gordon just stared at Bruce blankly.

Bruce's face, immersed in the dim light, looked a little pale and very tired. He had indeed lived the best in such a life.

From a young master to an orphan whose parents died, he had no property and had to start from scratch. This was like falling from heaven to hell, but he did not give up on himself. He kept working hard and took good care of the benefactor who adopted him.

Who can blame him?

So Gordon would never say that he actually saw the figure of the murderer who shot him that night when he passed the alley. He was not a cruel villain at all, but just a thin child.

Clark stumbled back to the shelter, but there was no place for him here, and he didn't want to squeeze out the places of those truly pitiful people, so he asked the staff of the shelter where Spider-Man came from.

Spider-Man was wearing a school uniform when he came, and the staff of the shelter knew which school he was from, but this school often had students come to volunteer, so the staff were not surprised.

He just reminded Clark that it would be best not to disturb him. There are indeed some people here who know how to be grateful. They think that since someone has helped them, they should try their best to give back. However, this behavior is often difficult to get good results. After all, no one wants a homeless person to stand at the school gate waiting for them.

Fortunately, the staff thought Clark looked good and it was very likely that he was just in trouble, so they finally told him the address of the school.

Spider-Man walked for 10 minutes, but Clark walked for half an hour. In addition to his current physical fitness being no different from that of ordinary humans, Batman's words kept echoing in his mind, and could not be dispersed for a long time, affecting his thinking.

Finally, they were almost at the school. Clark saw the school sign. It was time to go home. There were too many people at the main entrance, and there were all kinds of cars to pick up students. Clark felt that he might not be able to see Spider-Man clearly, so he decided to go around to the side alley, where the view was better.

But as soon as he walked over, he saw a group of people rushing towards the back alley with a fierce momentum. Clark knew at a glance that there was no good thing, so he hurried to the back.

Sure enough, as soon as Clark stuck his head out from the corner, he saw the group of people surrounding a thin figure in the corner, pushing and shoving, and cursing.

The other party didn't seem to want to resist, but just wanted to escape from the gap between the two people. How could Clark tolerate such a thing? He roared at the other side and rushed up directly.

This group of people was Thompson and Spider-Man. Spider-Man had no way and no way to bring Jason here. Thompson certainly knew that he couldn't do it. He didn't think that poor little Peter could order the strong man around several times. He was lucky last time. This time he came to make trouble for Peter.

Knowing that Peter would definitely not be able to bring people here, he had a legitimate reason to bully him again, so as soon as the get out of class was over, he carried Peter to the back of the school.

This time he would not let Peter go easily, because the strong man did hurt him last time, so he had to fight back.

As soon as Thompson raised his fist to beat Peter, a strong man rushed up. He thought it was the one with a scar on his face that he met that day. He was so scared that he ran into the wall.

As a result, the force of the collision was not strong. Thompson was a football player after all. He could test the opponent's strength and skills by the angle of the opponent's collision. It was better to say that the opponent knocked him down by relying on his size rather than knocking him down.

Thompson turned his head and saw a handsome face, but the weakness and paleness on the face were too obvious.

Where did the homeless man 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 had been drunk.

Looking more carefully, wasn't this the one he picked up and threw into the trash can this morning?

Thompson was not afraid immediately. He knew that although some homeless people looked big and looked like gang members, these people were hungry and full, without enough nutrition, and would only fight fiercely and violently. They had no skills and were not his opponents at all.

Thompson threw a punch, and Clark was knocked to the ground with a bang, but he still got up from the ground and relied on his body advantage to press Thompson against the wall.

Thompson's brothers were not vegetarians either. They were basically members of the football team. They came up and pulled Clark away, threw him to the ground, and rushed over to punch and kick him.

Spider-Man was stunned. He 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 alone here.

He was about to go over to save Clark, and Thompson blocked him. Thompson clenched his fist and said: "Good boy, it's your little friend again. Do you think I will be afraid of you if you find these cowards?"

The spider sense moved, and Thompson punched Spider-Man in the side of the face. Spider-Man didn't have time to dodge because he had been paying attention to Clark's situation.

This punch didn't hurt much. After gaining mutant power, his resistance to blows was much stronger. But what really made Spider-Man furious was that this group of people kept beating Clark who was lying on the ground.

Clark's condition was not good to begin with, and if he was beaten like this again, his life might be in danger. They were too much!

In the past, Peter didn't want to bother with them because although they would bully Peter, they mostly ridiculed him verbally. They basically did nothing when they blocked him in the corner, just pushed him twice and laughed twice. When they beat Peter, they kicked him twice when he ran away at most. Things didn't develop to the point of physical injury.

But after Thompson was beaten, he was obviously very angry. He completely lost his sense of proportion when he attacked, and didn't realize that he might be killing people. This was completely beyond Spider-Man's tolerance limit.

He took a deep breath, tried to relax his fist, and punched Thompson lightly, praying desperately in his heart not to use too much force. He couldn't control it well now, and a slight mistake would be a tragedy.

With a bang, Thompson was knocked out. Fortunately, he only flew more than two meters. Although his cheekbone seemed to be broken, his brain was 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 about much, and rushed up to help Clark up, dragging Clark away in a hurry, as if he was the one who was knocked out.

Fortunately, the followers all went to care about 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 of the wall and found that his mouth was bleeding and his eyes were bruised. When he lifted his clothes, his whole body was covered with bruises from being beaten.

Spider-Man was angry and sad, and couldn't help asking: "Why did you run over here? Don't you know you are sick now?"

"I just want to come to you."

"Then why did you rush up?"

This question 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 did I rush over? Of course it was to save you!"

"But you are still sick, and you can't save me!"

"Then can I just stand there and watch?!" Clark said in disbelief: "You mean I saw you being bullied by a group of people... No, not just you, but an ordinary high school student surrounded by a group of strong men, pushed and insulted, and I should do nothing but stand there and watch?!"

"Then have you ever thought about your own physical condition..."

"Where do I have the time to think?!" Clark raised his voice and said: "After seeing this kind of thing, can I spend ten minutes to think about my physical condition in a comprehensive way, whether there is any pain or discomfort, and calmly analyze the possibility of saving you and not hurting myself, and then rush to save you??"

Clark said a little collapsed: "Am I crazy, or is this world crazy?!"