I just want to live a peaceful life in DC world

Chapter 120 The Second Floor of the Sewer
The ratcatchers pulled open the dilapidated wooden bed, revealing a metal trapdoor.

"Boss, really want to take these two guys down."

But there was a hint of hesitation on her face as she reached for the trapdoor handle.

"Don't dawdle, hurry up! The water is about to flood over!"

And just as Killer Crocodile said, before the blocking metal wall fell, the turbulent water had already spewed out of the ratcatcher's room. Killer Crocodile rushed up to close the wooden door without hesitation, and used its burly and strong body to push against the wooden door .Even so, the water still poured in continuously from the crack in the door.

The ratcatcher gritted his teeth and opened the trap door, revealing a dark hole.

"If you don't want to die, just jump off with me."

After dropping this sentence, the mousetrap jumped into the hole under the trapdoor.After Jacques and Vicky looked at each other, they also jumped in one after another.

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At first, Jacques thought that the "below" they said meant only the basement, but he soon realized that he had guessed wrong.Below the trapdoor is a long and winding pipe, in which Jacques is like playing on a slide in a water park. After sliding for about 3 minutes, he finally saw the faint light of the exit.

"what!"

"Ugh!"

As soon as Jacques came out from the other side of the pipe, he bumped into a soft and thin body, and before he had time to stand up from the opponent, Vicky came out of the pipe and pressed on him as well.

"Give me—get up!"

The mousecatcher pushed Joaquin and Vicky away in embarrassment and annoyance.

After Jacques stood up, he found that this was an extremely large and empty space, covering an area of ​​nearly one square kilometer. Judging from the dozens of thick concrete pillars, this place was not a natural hollow.

It is hard to imagine that there is such a huge man-made structure close to 50 meters underground in Gotham, or even on the next level of the sewer.

At this time, Jacques heard a muffled rumble coming from the pipe they came out of.

"careful!"

Jacques woke up suddenly, and pulled the Ratcatcher and Vicky apart one by one. In the next moment, the burly and tall body of the killer crocodile flew out of the pipe accompanied by a large wave of water.

After falling to the ground, the wet Killer Alligator quickly stood up, shook his body, and shook off the water droplets from the dark gray scales on his body.

"Welcome to my kingdom, the second floor of Gotham's sewers."

There was a trace of self-mockery in Killer Crocodile's rough and low voice, and he let out a cold snort when he saw Vicky who was still completely naked.

"Cleo, give her a dress. Even here, we have basic social etiquette."

The one called Cleo was, of course, that Miss Mousecatcher.She curled her lips. Although dissatisfaction was written on her face, she still took off her coat and handed it to Vicky, revealing her thin, barren body wearing only a close-fitting black vest.

After Vicky thanked her with a voice as thin as a mosquito, she put on the mousecatcher's clothes.

Jacques also reacted immediately and took off his tattered clothes and handed them to Vicky, letting her wrap them around her waist as a skirt. Now Vicky finally covered all important parts of her body, although this half-covered On the contrary, the half-exposed appearance is even more charming.

Killer Crocodile looked Vicky up and down, and after a while, he showed an expression of interest.And Vicky seemed to be aware of his gaze, and hid behind Jacques full of fear.

"At first I thought I had made a mistake, after all, it was the first time I saw you without clothes on—that famous lady reporter actually came to Gotham's sewers like this, I don't think it was just for sightseeing Bar."

Jacques raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.

"Mr. Killer Crocodile, do you know Vicky too?"

"Don't think of me as an isolated bumpkin. Life in Gotham's sewers also requires you to go to the ground to collect materials and information from time to time, such as judging when the sewers will drain from the weather forecast-in the newspaper, this reporter is well-known. character."

Killer Crocodile's beastly yellow eyes narrowed, then turned abruptly and stalked along the wall.

After the mousecatcher stuck out his tongue at Jacques and made a grimace, he quickly followed and walked beside Killer Crocodile, but Jacques hesitated for a moment, then took Vicky's hand and followed behind Killer Croc .

"Jaquin. I, I want to go home."

"I also want you to get out of the sewer as soon as possible, but judging from the current situation, it is impossible. The upper sewer will take at least 24 hours to empty. Stay here for the time being."

Hearing Killer Crocodile's words, Jacques's heart moved slightly, and he asked tentatively.

"So Mr. Killer Crocodile, you agree to help us?"

"Hmph, don't think about it too much, just give you a place where you can settle down and don't disturb other people - remember, get out as soon as the water above recedes!"

Soon, Jacques knew who Killer Crocodile was referring to.

I saw small vaulted rooms on the wall in front, in which various thin and ragged people curled up. After hearing the footsteps of the killer crocodile, they all came out immediately, full of awe. Greeted Killer Crocodile with the same expression.

"This is said to be Gotham's old subway station, but it was abandoned at some point—now it's a shelter for these poor ghosts who were squeezed out and persecuted by the people of the earth world for various reasons."

After seeing Jacques and Vicky, the residents of the underground world showed friendly and sympathetic expressions in their eyes.

"They treat you as the new residents I picked up from the upper sewer. I warn you, keep your distance from them-don't talk or make any contact without necessity. It's good for us all."

As Killer Croc spoke, he led Jacques and Vicky to a wooden door in the corner.

"You can live here. Although the environment is a bit rough, this place used to be the place where an old pastor lived not long ago. Compared with other rooms, it is still a bit cleaner."

Jacques opened the door and found that the inside was not just described as shabby, because there was really nothing in this room except a hardwood bed.

"If you don't have to, stay inside and come out. If you have something to do, you can find me in the front room, or find Cleo in the next room—"

"By the way! That is my father's relic! You haven't returned it to me yet!"

The mouse catcher quickly ran behind Jacques, and forcibly grabbed the mouse control device back from his waist.

"The water was suddenly released on the top, and I don't know how many of those children will survive. Damn it, it's all your fault, the hatred of those children—"

The device in the mousecatcher's hand gave off a faint blue light, and at the same time there were rustling sounds around.

"Stop! Cleo, forgot what I told you?!"

Killer Crocodile shouted angrily, Cleo's face turned pale, and the light of the device in his hand went out immediately.

"In this place, no matter whether it is an enemy or an enemy, there must be no quarrels and fights—unity, this is the only way for us abandoned people to survive in this place!"

(End of this chapter)