I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman

I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman Chapter 51

2021-06-23

Chapter 51 Mother Fake

At ten o'clock at night, the neon lights above the square street are flashing, people coming, people going below, The lights of distant cars flickered, and the whistle came one after another.

Not far away, an LCD TV hanging on the Walmart's exterior wall ended the commercial and began broadcasting the evening news of the day.

"Gotham Express, I'm Bruno, I meet at 22:00 every day. There is only one topic today, who killed the Wayne couple?

Yes, the closed crime alley The 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 entire TV screen: Gordon in a suit and tie back to back with Harvey, both hands crossed near chest, smiling confidently.

There is also a large line of characters on the side: Hero police, the fastest solution to major murders

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

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

He solemnly told Gotham All the people promise that the real murderer will be caught, and at the same time sincerely apologize to Andy Quinn's family, this is the Gotham Police Department's negligence."

"The efficiency is not bad." Ha Li muttered a word, and pushed the cart before entering the crowd.

"Hey, you're cold, come and make a fire!"

As she was crossing the subway viaduct, a group of teenage homeless called her to a stop.

A scene that often appears in American movies and TV dramas: at night, in a remote street, under a bridge, a half-person-high tin oil barrel is burning with raging fire, and a group of people are bragging about the fire.

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

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

The first one to introduce himself was a black guy, sixteen At seven years old, he is stronger than LeBron James.

It was he who had 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 clearly, "This is Gotham, it can be a paradise of dreams, or a hell of reality at any time."

Then several others introduced 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, are all skinny sprouts.

There is also an old tramp who is a little far away, just each minding their own business and drinking, ignoring them.

After a few chats, Harry realized that they all came out of the orphanage.

"Anyone who can fill their stomachs in Gotham would not want to stay in an orphanage," grumbled the black girl Donna.

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

"No one cares, as long as you don't go through the gate, you can escape at any time, and our departure will not affect their wages, so why stop it?

It's the residents of the Gotham community. Rather annoying, often calling to report us, 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 lend me some fly?" He kept sniffing and rubbing his right hand index finger back and forth on his upper lip.

Just as Harley was about to say that she 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. He didn't believe that Harley did it. The music doesn't really fly.

"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.

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

They are the same people, decadent, impoverished, degenerate, unable to see the future.

Lily took out a small box from her pocket, shook it, and said, "I'm still here. Some glue, do you want it?"

"Just make do with it," Sauron's eyes shined, leaning over first.

Then Donner and Cox joined in. Harry was really curious and took a few steps closer.

"Isn't this 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.

"ahhhh!" Sauron almost glued his face to the glue, and the sound of a violent inhalation even drowned out the whistling 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, this thing really sucks?!" Harry was stunned.

Next, 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 quickly forced a smile and said: "I'm not used to the smell of gasoline."

Lily didn't care, "Indeed, there are many people who don't like the smell of gasoline. Allergies."

Harry stepped aside, rubbing her hands together to cook the fire, only to find that Mike didn't join in, instead looking very serious.

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

Mike showed pain on his face, shook his head and said softly: "I used to like sucking glue, more than Sauron's addiction.

One time I was flying high and woke up. Later, I found the little girl lying on the ground with a pile of empty jars beside her. 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, yes. I taught her to suck."

Harry was silent.

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

These are 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 approaching person stopped a few steps away, a black hooded robe, a strong and powerful figure, looking somewhat mysterious.

Harry eyes shrank, walks naturally to her cart, opens the zipper of the backpack, and reaches out to pull out the pistol and shotgun inside.

is the cultivator robe.

They wear modernized cultivator 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 apostle.

"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.

Haley had turned her head around quietly, and didn't notice any other cultivators. Now she relaxed and swaggered over.

"What, this, this is Magic Harley? Are you looking for Demonness?"

The cultivator stared at her for a while, then looked away to look at the others youth.

Well, 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?"

Three color photos, one for the high school uniform blond Harry, a slightly dull white youth, and a white woman with gray temples.

The young man has good facial features, about 20 years old, wearing a black polo shirt, showing two steel-like square chest muscles, very strong!

A white woman in her fifties, bloody nose and swollen face, bleeding from the corners of her mouth, seems to be tortured and miserable.

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

Harry's body froze, and she almost stopped screaming. out loud.

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 with this flyer that his mother is having a hard time and misses him," said the cultivator.

I actually thought of using this method to force Clark to show up

I will send you two words of the Holy Land Crusaders, "Niubi!"

Harry Zhuan When he turned his head, his face was a little distorted, "Mike, have you heard of Clark?"

"Let me see," Mike clamped the steel pipe in creak's nest and took the printed color photos to look at.

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

"Clarke may have been a simple farmer's son before, but now he's mixed up with Demonness Halle, and he's fallen." The cultivator 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 any strange young men and women walking together recently? They may be disguised as homeless people."

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

Cox was foul-mouthed, and he was flying too.

"Demoness Harley and Clark Kent both carry huge bounties. Anyone who provides useful clues can get a bounty commensurate with the value of the information." cultivator said with a slight smile.

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

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

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

He didn't stop him from speaking about Clark, but warned him that people in the church can't afford to be offended and can't be deceived.

But his actions made the cultivator misunderstood.

The cultivator stared at Mike and coldly said: "Child, you have to think clearly, not only are our church looking for Demones, but the police are also looking for them. You don't want to tell us, do you want to talk to the police? ?"

"I" the cold and severe gaze made Mike wince.

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

In the end, he avoided the cultivator's sight and stepped aside.

Sauron was so excited that he didn't care about Mike's attitude at all, he smiled and approached the cultivator, "Demoness is very fierce, you have to show some sincerity first."

" What sincerity?" the cultivator asked.

"Any fan?"

The cultivator was silent, wondering if the little junkie was lying.

"A beautiful knife is fine, not one hundred and fifty thousand, but one hundred or two hundred, right?" Sauron said hurriedly.

The cultivators looked at each other, and one of them took a wallet out of 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 cultivators.

"Sauron." Harry looked hesitant.

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

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

Harry was stunned.

Mike and Donner were stunned.

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

(end of this chapter)