American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 339: Alan Discovers the Flash's Identical Person

"What's the second wish?" Bruce asked.

The first wish is so simple, I think the second wish should not be difficult.

"I'll tell you when you've successfully completed your apprenticeship."

Are you kidding? Is it that easy to become a master?

Whether to go out on a mission or not is entirely up to Allen.

"Master, what does it take to qualify as a disciple?" Bruce asked suspiciously.

"At least be someone like Batman." Allen said seriously.

"Batman?"

Bruce frowned slightly. He had never heard of Batman before and couldn't help but wonder if he was being fooled.

Allen pretended to be deep in his recollection, "He was your senior brother, my favorite disciple. He protected Gotham City alone, wandering in the dark to fight criminals, until he met the Brokeback madman Bane. In a life-and-death fight, he unfortunately broke his back and has been confined to a wheelchair ever since, unable to uphold justice."

"..."

Bruce in this world couldn't imagine what a hero protecting a city looked like, but he thought it must be very powerful, so he couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.

He actually grew up in a criminal family, but he always yearned for justice. Unfortunately, his parents did not allow him to do so, so he could only hide it in his heart.

"fortunately…"

Alan had an intriguing, sly smile on his face. "He also has flexible hands. Not only can he move up and down, left and right, front and back, but he can also do many amazing things. Unlike the little claws of wild animals, they can't even entertain themselves, so they can only use their tongues."

"..."

Bruce couldn't help but suspect that he was driving, but he had no key testimony.

"Good night, Makabaka."

Looking at Alan lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, he showed no intention of giving up halfway.

Bruce subconsciously looked at the butcher knife in his hand, and the idea of ​​killing the enemy by surprise flashed through his mind.

Fortunately, I still had some sanity left and gave up the unrealistic idea. I just put two chairs together and made do for the night.

……

Los Angeles.

America's second largest city.

This is where the new life Bruce longed for originated.

The brand new environment represents a farewell to the past.

However, looking at Alan in hospital gown beside him, he suddenly felt that his new life was horrible.

"Don't be discouraged, Lusi, your master will make sure you don't go hungry for three meals a day."

Allen had a very confident look on his face and was already planning his jungle route.

In an international metropolis, there is always no shortage of places to refresh supplies, as well as treasure chests at fixed locations on the map.

"What do you want to do?"

Bruce had no hope, actually.

The more I interacted with him, the less afraid I became of him. I felt more and more that he was truly mentally ill and there was no sign of him pretending at all.

"That's not the point. I'm going to teach you your first lesson."

Alan looked solemnly at the three hot girls in bold clothing who passed by, and his gaze never shifted from beginning to end.

He and Bruce were like country bumpkins coming to the city. The three hot girls gave them looks of undisguised disdain, but they continued on their way nonchalantly.

This move hurt Bruce, who had just arrived.

If you think about it, you can understand that residents of big cities look down on new migrant workers.

"Master, what can you teach me?"

Bruce's eyes narrowed and his expression became extremely serious.

Considering that my cheap master has an extraordinary background, the content he teaches must be extraordinary. Learning a little bit will be enough to enrich your life.

"Did you notice the three girls?"

Alan narrowed his eyes and stared at the backs of the three hot girls, his focus fixed on their swaying hips.

"What's the problem?" Bruce asked puzzled.

"I want you to chase them."

"what!?"

Bruce pointed at himself in disbelief and asked again: "I chase them?" "Don't dare, or can't?"

"Don't dare."

Bruce decisively admitted that he felt inferior to the difficult task issued by Allen.

As a country bumpkin from a small city, he didn't think he could attract their attention at all. If he approached them and started a conversation, he might be met with ridicule and humiliation.

Therefore, I am very self-aware and don't want to humiliate myself.

"Believe it or not, I not only let them chase me, but also let them touch me." Alan showed a wicked smile, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"Master, please teach me."

Once Bruce has mastered this skill of picking up girls, he can't help but fantasize about living a life of luxury in the future.

"Watch and learn."

Alan flicked his hair and chased after him with big strides.

Bruce stayed where he was, concentrating fully, afraid of missing any details.

Alan struck a pose that he thought was very handsome, and then shouted, "Look, there's a handsome guy."

Ok?
Sure enough, the three hot girls turned around and looked around curiously.

But there was only Alan in front of him, with his legs crossed, one hand on his waist and the other holding the back of his head, and he said very coquettishly: "I am so lucky to meet three beauties on a night of beautiful flowers and a full moon."

"..."

The three girls looked up in confusion. The scorching sun was high in the sky. How could they have the nerve to say it was the moon?

"Country bumpkin, you look so poor imitating others to pick up girls, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself and see how poor you look."

"Everyone is trying to chat him up. I'm afraid he's sick."

"He's wearing a hospital gown. He might be a psychopath who escaped."

The three hot girls uttered sarcastic remarks without any scruples, but they did not move Alan at all.

"How shameless! The purpose of asking me to pee and take a photo is definitely to take the opportunity to spy on my Anaconda."

Allen had a look of understanding and said seriously, "I am not the dubious man you often come into contact with."

After saying that, he took advantage of the woman's unpreparedness and snatched her cell phone.

Allen turned around and challenged, "Come and chase me, idiot."

"Take my phone and beat him up."

Although they wear high heels, they are just as tough as the country women.

Not long after, we turned the corner into an alley.

Alan hid next to a trash can, holding his head in his hands, allowing three strong and hot girls to punch and kick him.

Bruce, who was hiding at the entrance, witnessed the whole process and hesitated whether to go forward to help.

This scene looks like three bad girls are bullying a poor, cowardly and honest man.

A good beating.

The three women, feeling a little tired, finally gave up. They took back their phones and walked back to the street talking nonsense.

After a long while, Bruce approached cautiously and asked, "Are you okay?"

The reason he didn't step forward to stop it was that Allen was the first to snatch the phone, and he was worried that he would attract the police and end up in jail for several months.

"What can I do?"

Alan touched the shoe prints on his face and said calmly, "I didn't lie to you. Not only did they chase me, they also touched me."

"..."

Bruce thought sadly that he should have guessed that it was meant literally.

But the question is who the hell wants to learn it? The probability of becoming a prison-going male god is higher, okay?

call…

A gust of wind blew.

Snapped!
A newspaper slapped in the face.

Alan reached out and took it off, his eyes suddenly widening.

"Barry!"

(End of this chapter)