I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 51 Mother Fake
At ten o'clock at night, the neon lights above the square street flicker, and people come and go below.

Not far away, the LCD TV hanging on the outer wall of the Wal-Mart ended the advertisement and began to broadcast the evening news of the day.

"Gotham Express, I'm Bruno, I meet at 22:[-] every day. There is only one topic today, who killed the Wayne couple?
That's right, the already closed Crime Alley shooting has taken a new twist. "

The portrait of the middle-aged announcer familiar to the people of Gotham disappeared, and a black-and-white photo filled the TV screen: Gordon and Harvey in suits, back to back, arms crossed, smiling confidently.

There is also a line of characters on the side: Hero police, the fastest way to solve a major homicide

This is the front page image of the Gotham Gazette that day when Andy pleaded guilty.

"At the GCPD press conference this evening, Detective Gordon presented solid evidence that Andy Quinn was the scapegoat for the shooting.

He solemnly assures all the people of Gotham that the real killer will be caught, and sincerely apologizes to Andy Quinn's family for the Gotham Police Department's dereliction of duty."

"The efficiency is not bad." Harry muttered, and pushed the car before entering the crowd.

"Hey, are you cold, come and cook!"

She was stopped by a group of teenage street kids as she crossed the subway viaduct.

Scenes that often appear in American movies and TV series: at night, in a remote street, under a bridge, a half-person-high iron oil barrel is burning with raging fire, and a group of people are bragging around the fire.

Harry thought for a while, and he didn't seem to have a reason to refuse, so he pushed the car and walked over.

"I'm Mike, did you come from another area, I haven't seen you around here before."

The first to introduce himself was a black guy, sixteen or seventeen years old, stronger than LeBron James.

He was also the one who invited her over to bake the fire before.

"I'm Diana, I've been in Gotham for a while, but only recently." Harry shrugged.

Mike smiled knowingly, "This is Gotham, it can be a dream paradise, or a real hell at any time."

Then several others made introductions in turn.

Two girls, Lily, a white brunette, and Donna, a black girl with curly hair.

The three boys, except for Mike, the big black, and the other two white guys, Cox and Soren, were all skinny sprouts.

There was also an old homeless man, who was a little far away, only drinking for himself and ignoring them.

After a few chats, Harry found that they all ran out of the orphanage.

"Anyone who can fill their stomachs in Gotham will not want to stay in an orphanage." The black girl Donna muttered.

"Is it easy to escape? What about the teachers and guards?" Harry asked curiously.

"No one cares, as long as you don't go through the door, you can escape at any time, and our departure will not affect their wages, so why stop it?
On the contrary, the residents of the Gotham community are more annoying. They often call to report us, and let the police drive us back to the sheepfold like lost sheep. ' Cox said.

After a while, the skinny Sauron approached Harry and glanced back and forth on her stroller.

"Diana, can you give me some fly?" He kept sniffing and rubbing his right index finger on his upper lip back and forth.

Just as Harley was about to say that she had never touched that thing, she remembered the guitar guy she met earlier—the one who begged directly with a sign that he was short of money to buy medicine.

"I've run out, I'm running out of money recently, and I don't have money to replenish." She sighed.

Sauron also sighed and moved away.

During the whole process, no one else showed any abnormal expression.

Halle also felt more integrated into the small group she had just joined.

They are the same people, decadent, poor, degenerate, and see no future.
Lily took out a small box from her pocket, shook it, and said, "I still have some glue here, do you want it?"

"Let's make do with it," Sauron's eyes lit up, and he leaned over first.

Then Donner and Cox joined in, and Harry was so curious that he took a few steps closer.

"Isn't that super glue?"

The box of super glue, the aluminum strip of super glue, the brown sticky colloid extruded, and the pungent smell of super glue.

"Ahhh!" Sauron almost stuck his face on the glue, and the sound of inhaling violently even overwhelmed the sound of howling wind.

His face was content, his sallow and thin face was congested and red, his eyes lost clarity, and he became confused and crazy.

"Shit, does this thing really suck?!" Harry was stunned.

Then, Lily tore the aluminum strip from the middle, the strong pungent smell dissipated, and several young people took turns to approach and inhale through their noses.

"Don't just take care of yourself, let Diana have some." Lily said dissatisfied.

Harry hurriedly smiled and said, "I'm not used to the smell of gasoline."

Lily didn't take it seriously. "Indeed, many people are allergic to the smell of gasoline."

Harry stepped aside and rubbed his hands together to heat the fire, only to find that Mike didn't join in, instead his expression became very serious.

"You don't like the smell of gasoline either?" she asked.

With a look of pain on Mike's face, he shook his head and said softly, "I used to like sucking glue, it was bigger than Soren's addiction.

Once I was so excited that I woke up and found my little sister lying on the ground with a pile of empty jars beside me. She had lost her life.

After the forensic examination, she told me that her entire lung was solidified with glue, she was only nine years old, and I taught her to suck."

Harry was silent.

"Hey, children!" During the silence, two shadows came from a distance.

two grown men.

"Someone's coming." Mike shouted to the crowd sucking glue, picked up a steel pipe behind the concrete pier of the overpass, and strode in front of several people.

Soon, the visitor stopped a few steps away, with a black hooded robe and a strong and powerful figure, looking a bit mysterious.

Harry's pupils shrank, and he walked naturally to his cart. The zipper of the backpack was opened, and he could pull out the pistol and shotgun inside.

It's a monk's robe.

They wear modernized monk robes.

They are church warriors.

"We don't have what you want here, and we won't join any organization," Mike shouted.

The unusual costumes of the two also aroused his vigilance.

He was worried that the other party was a cult and disciple.

"We're not bad people, let's take a look at this first." The man on the left opened his briefcase, took out a few pieces of A4 paper and handed it over.

Harry has quietly turned his head and looked around, but did not find any other monks, so he relaxed now and simply swaggered over.

"What, this, this is magic Harley? Are you looking for a witch?"

The monk stared at her for a while, then looked away to look at the other young people.

Uh, Harley's non-mainstream style is so intense now that even her mother, Tracy, can't recognize her.

Seeing the color-printed photos, Harry was relieved and surprised, "This big man, and the old woman, who are they?"

The three color photos are of a blond Harry in a high school uniform, a slightly dull white youth, and a white woman with gray temples.

The young man's facial features are good, he is about [-] years old, wearing a black polo shirt, showing two steel-like square chest muscles, very strong!
The white woman in her fifties, with a blue nose and a swollen face and bleeding from the corners of her mouth, seemed to be tortured and miserable.

The monk said: "The man is Clark, Clark Kent, and the woman is Martha, Martha Kent."

Harry's body froze, and he almost didn't hold back and let out a cry.

However, looking at it this way, Dachao should not be in Smallwell now.

Where did he go?
"Marsha and Clark are also wanted?" she asked.

"No, we just want to tell Clark through this flyer that his mother is having a hard time and misses him very much," said the monk.

I actually thought of using this method to force Clark to show up.
I send you two words, Holy Land Crusaders, "Niu Bi!"

Harry turned her head, her face twisted, "Mike, have you heard of Clark?"

"Let's see," Mike clamped the steel pipe in the creaking nest and took over the printed color photos.

"Just by looking at it, I know that this is a child of a good family, you are looking in the wrong place." He said to the monk.

"Clarke may have been the son of a simple farmer before, but now he is mixed up with the witch Harley, and he has fallen." The monk said solemnly.

"Hey, we don't care about Clark, you can go." Sauron shouted dazedly.

The cultivator didn't leave, and continued: "Have you seen strange young men and women walking together recently? They may be disguised as homeless people."

"Fake, even if we know, why tell you?"

Cox cursed, and he flew too.

"Witch Harley and Clark Kent both carry huge bounties. Anyone who provides useful clues can get a bounty commensurate with the value of the information." The monk smiled.

Sauron rolled his eyes and said thoughtfully, "Ah, I remembered, I saw a pair of sneaky men and women this afternoon, and that big man really looks a bit like Clark."

The monk stepped forward excitedly, "Where are they?"

"Sauron!" Mike frowned and held the thin man, shaking his head gently.

He didn't stop him from telling Clark's news, but warned him - people in the church can't afford to be offended and can't be deceived.

But his actions made the monk misunderstood.

The monk stared at Mike and said coldly, "Son, you have to think clearly. Not only is our church looking for witches, but the police are also looking for them. You don't want to tell us, do you want to talk to the police?"

"Me" The cold and stern gaze of the other side made Mike shiver.

"Sauron, this is your business, not mine."

Finally, he avoided the monk's sight and stepped aside.

Sauron was so excited that he didn't care about Mike's attitude at all, and approached the monk with a smile, "The witch is very fierce, you have to show some sincerity first."

"What sincerity?" the monk asked.

"Any powder?"

The monk was silent, and began to wonder if the little addict was lying.

"A US knife is fine, don't need one hundred and fifty thousand, one hundred and two hundred, right?" Sauron said hastily.

The cultivators glanced at each other, and one of them took out a wallet from his pocket and handed it out from a stack of hundred-dollar knives.

In addition to Harry, several other young people, including Mike, stared straight at the wallet, and even swallowed softly.

"OK, I'll take you there." Sauron's eyes were shining, more impatient than the two monks.

"Sauron." Harry looked hesitant.

Mike whispered: "Sauron is addicted to drugs, and he will definitely take them to 'Poison Grasshopper' Bolna. As long as they are sure that they have money, Bol will never let go—"

"Bang - bang!" Two lights emerged from under the stone mound in the distance, and the two monks fell down without any struggle.

Harry was stunned.

Mike and Donner were stunned.

Sauron looked at the corpses on the left and right sides, at a loss.

(End of this chapter)