I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman

I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman Chapter 35

2021-06-23

Chapter 35 My partner is Clark

Late at night, outside a red brick house in Queens.

"If I work harder, I'll be able to put together a down payment and have a real home in Gotham!"

Seeing that the payroll finally climbed to five figures, Robert Stark had the urge to laugh and cry.

After several years of struggle, he got rid of the title of resident doctor last month and became an attending physician with a bright future.

He is eligible to receive red envelopes and rebates!

"With my own house, I am qualified to fall in love and marry a wife! I, I want to get rid of being single, wu wu wu, thirty-five years, thirty-five years of life, I finally see The hope of starting a family and starting a business is not easy."

Robert parked the car and walked into the apartment building with tears in his eyes.

He stopped crying before entering the door.

The smell of vomit from the rubbish piles next to him made him close his mouth tightly, even holding his breath.

The red brick building has a history of more than half a century. According to the architectural style of that year, it is customary to build a garbage passage connecting the upper and lower sides.

It is very convenient to take out the garbage, all the residents on all floors do not need to go downstairs, each layer has a garbage channel entrance.

The rubbish of the whole building is piled up in one place, on the first floor, and the smell is strong, one can imagine it.

"Come on, come on, I'll move out of here in a year!"

Robert gritted his teeth and trotted toward the stairwell.

There is no elevator in this old building, and he has to enter the dark and narrow patio to climb up step by step.

"clang when—" His right knee suddenly hurt, and he lowered his head, only to see an old washing machine in the corner, and accidentally bumped into it.

"Damn, what bastard is this littering?!" With a curse, Robert limped and continued to climb.

He climbed up to the third floor, and the door of a house diagonally opposite the stairway was wide open. Under the dim yellow light, the two silhouettes intertwined kept shaking.

"You stinky bitch, where is the money? Say it or not, say it—"

The man roared, slapped his slap, and the woman cried out: "There's no money, there's really no money at home, Tommy and I didn't even eat dinner."

"How come you don't know how to earn money without money? Fake, you are sincere and disgusting. Right? Where can I buy fans if I don't have money? You must be trying to hurt me and want me to die, right?"

The ground under the yellow light, the tall and petite silhouettes, shook more violently ,

The man was furious.

The muffled hum of punching and kicking came one after another.

"Please, stop fighting, me, I didn't get a job, ahhhh, stop fighting—"

The woman fell, under the low-wattage incandescent lamp, The petite shadow disappeared, but the tall shadow swelled and twisted, and it was invisible.

"You don't know how to sell without a job, you bastard!"

Robert didn't respond to what he saw.

In this city, in this apartment, similar situations are not uncommon.

Continuing to climb, he stopped at the corner of the third and fourth floors, where sat a little boy, three or four years old, holding a "Mr. Shadow" toy doll, His eyes were dull and expressionless.

"Tommy." Robert clenched the leather bag in his hand, looking hesitant.

The child stared blankly when he heard his name.

"Robert Uncle, you're off work." There was a hint of a child in his eyes.

"Hey!" Robert seemed to be frightened, with a look of shame and annoyance on his face.

"I still have a big hamburger left for you." He handed over the warm cowhide bag.

"Wow, hamburger!" Little Tommy swallowed, and his little belly suddenly screamed "gudonggudong".

"Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. In addition to the hamburger, there is also a big glass of fresh orange juice." The middle-aged doctor said with a smile.

Little Tommy swallowed again, suddenly stepped on his short legs, and staggered downstairs, "mother, mother, I have a big hamburger."

Robert looked at the small shadow cast on the concrete floor below and was stunned for a moment.

"Gudonggudong." He rubbed his belly with a wry smile, and walked towards his house.

"pa ta——"Open the door and press the light next to the door to turn it off quickly, Robert froze in place.

He is a bachelor and rents a suite with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.

The living room is less than 20 square meters, except for three sofas placed side by side, only the glass coffee table in front of the sofa.

The coffee table that should have been piled with all kinds of sundries has been cleaned up. At this time, boxes of steaming food are placed.

"Could it be that God appeared?" Robert rubbed his eyes vigorously, but the food box didn't disappear. "It's not an illusion."

"It's not an illusion, of course." A hooded man walked from the kitchen He came out with a kettle in his hand.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?" Robert was wary.

Although the other party is a woman. No, the voice is not very old, but this is Gotham, not only men are bad, but women can hold up half the sky.

As expected, the hooded girl next moment took out a Colt, and Robert froze as he moved out the door.

"Please, please, don't kill me, I. I'll give you all the money, wu wu wu." Robert burst into tears as he spoke.

My down payment, you leave me

The hooded man beckons with the hand, "Come here, talk well, I won't kill you."

Robert obediently and honestly closed the door, obediently and honestly came to the sofa, obediently and honestly bowed his head, like a schoolboy waiting for the head teacher to announce his punishment.

"I'm not talking nonsense anymore, you are a surgeon, I was shot and need to take out the bullet." Hooded Hallie said directly.

Robert was stunned, "You came to my house just to get bullets?"

"If you give me the cash on your body, I won't refuse." Harry road.

"Uh, let's talk about how to get the bullets." With no worries about life or bankruptcy, Robert regained a bit of ease.

“I don’t have all the tools here. Except for a set of scalpels from my school days, I have nothing at home,” he said.

Harry pulled out a case the size of a laptop backpack from behind the sofa.

"There are narcotics, anti-inflammatory drugs, and medical alcohol in it."

"Where did it come from?" Robert said curiously.

Selena stole it from a street drugstore.

"Don't ask any further questions, get the ammo for me right away." Harry began to undress.

Remove the jacket and sweater, leaving only a camisole with a back exposed.

Although I haven't seen the front face yet, the blonde hair draping over the shoulders, the fair skin and the graceful back make the bachelor Robert stare wide-eyed and look intoxicated.

"Clark, help me keep an eye on him, if there is a slight change, shoot him immediately."

"Clark?" Robert was startled, "there are other people in my family. ?"

Heavy footsteps came from his bedroom.

The bedroom door was open, but the lights were not turned on. A tall and burly silhouette slowly walked out of the shadows and stood at the door where the light and darkness intertwined.

"He" is over 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and thick arms, wearing a large cloak and a hood, and holding a pistol in black leather gloves.

Robert understood, he was Clark.

"Don't worry, I've been in Gotham for almost ten years, I fully understand the rules here, and I know what to do.

I'll take this little surgery very seriously. , and then sewed his mouth very tightly, my memory has never been very good, and I will forget tonight's trivia in the morning." He stammered to show his innocence and honesty.

"Very good! We didn't choose the wrong person, you are an honest person." Halle nodded.

Robert relaxed, caught a glimpse of the food on the table, heard the belly drumming again, and probed: "I haven't had dinner yet, or—"

"After surgery Eat! Stop talking nonsense, come here quickly." Harry interrupted him sharply.

Robert was helpless, looked around the room, then looked towards the tall brawny man who was standing at the door of the bedroom like a statue, and said cautiously, "Mr. Clark, can you come and help me with the lamp? There is no surgical lamp at home, You have to help me with the flashlight."

"Just use the lamp." Harry leaned on the armrest of the sofa, a little impatient. "Don't be mother-in-law, just get a bullet, what a big deal!"

Involving his own professional field, Robert's face is no longer a bit different, his expression is solemn, and his eyes are sharp.

Light the alcohol lamp, put on gloves, and sterilize the scalpel

"Hey, your wound is about to heal?!"

Harry on the left shoulder On the back of the next finger distance, there is a piece of gauze fixed on the back by two Band-Aids.

The method is very rough, she should have pasted it herself.

Robert was wondering before, since the shot was not treated by a professional doctor, at least it was inflamed, red and swollen, right?

The skin near the girl's wound was fair and clear, with no obvious signs of swelling.

Removing the gauze, he was even more surprised.

There is indeed a small hole in the area where the gun was shot, but the wound no longer bleeds or festers, but begins to scab over, leaving only a small, round, shallow pit.

Gently pressing around with his finger a few times, Robert frowned: "Did you make a mistake? Got poked with a sharp stick and didn't get shot."

"Did you really get a medical license?" Harry said angrily.

After she finished speaking, she also looked up at the door of the bedroom: Selena, what kind of quack did you find?

"Just last month, I was promoted to attending physician." Robert gritted his teeth.

"Ai, don't ask any more questions, immediately cut the knife, cut the wound open, and take out the bullet." Harry said helplessly.

Robert was also helpless. He wanted to let her take a film first to see if there was really a bullet in her body, but that Clark had already raised his hand and held the gun in his hand.

“ I'm about to start!" With the girl's approval, he first injected a local anesthetic into her smooth back, before making a cross in the wound with a scalpel.

"Hey, there seems to be a hard object in the meat below, it's a bullet!"

Haley didn't have the time to answer his doubts, she just sank into the Sea of Consciousness, just staring at Your own "experience bar".

(end of this chapter)