The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"One day and one night," Harley Quinn said, getting up and starting to put on her shoes.

"Where are you going?" Klein asked.

Harley Quinn smiled self-deprecatingly: "I signed an agreement with a certain fat woman, and now I must participate in her training regularly."

She pointed to the back of her head, "Here, there is a mini bomb. I have been forced to do a lot of bad things for this guy..."

"Task Force X?" Klein asked without thinking.

"Huh? How did you know?"

Harley Quinn smiled and stared at Klein.

"I heard it from an acquaintance before. He works in the CIA. I didn't expect that this team actually existed."

"Take good care of your injuries and don't run around in the future."

"Well, always be careful and take care of yourself Harry." Klein stretched out his hand from the bed and waved.

"You too! By the way, I remember... someone said last time that they would bring me something delicious..."

Harley asked.

Klein smiled awkwardly: "Haha, next time I come to New York, I will take you to eat delicious food!"

"A word is settled!"

As Harley waved her hand, the door closed.

Klein looked up and saw the cracked mural roof. There were also varying degrees of damage in various corners of the house.

"Does it mean that the battle between Superman and Batman is over?"

Klein felt that his head was much clearer.

I used to have a brain tumor in my brain, and I always felt a little unclear, with a thin veil separating me from the world.

Now this barrier has been torn apart, and everything around him is gradually becoming clearer.

"Comfortable...."

Just 2 minutes have passed since I opened my eyes and woke up.

Klein felt that his body and mind were in perfect harmony, and his whole body felt refreshed, as if he had just done a warm-up exercise.

Lifting the sheets, Klein walked barefoot in front of the floor-length mirror.

"Damn it, handsome guy, who are you trying to get on top of?"

Klein simply took it off, admiring his chiseled muscle lines, and took advantage of the opportunity to pose in many poses.

"Why do you feel so much stronger, like you can punch through a wall with one punch?"

squeak...

The door suddenly opened the next second.

The tired-looking Bruce Wayne looked at Klein, who was shirtless and posing in a strange pose in the room, and immediately turned his head.

"I didn't see it, I didn't see anything!" Bruce hurriedly retreated outside the house.

Bruce had a smile on his face.

After resolving the misunderstanding with Clark Kent, he returned to Wayne Castle with his body covered in injuries and received treatment from a black market doctor.

In the evening of the same day, news was received that the mercenaries monitoring Klein said that Klein was missing!

After hastily suturing the wound, Bruce rushed to New York.

He even asked Superman to help him find traces of Klein.

A day and a night of searching passed.

Bruce even found Kingpin, the underground emperor of New York, and spent a lot of energy and money to ask him to send people to search for traces of Klein in New York.

Along the way, Bruce even issued a reward for anyone who could find Klein and ensure his safety.

You can pay a high remuneration of 'one billion dollars'.

Fortunately, Klein joked with everyone.

On the morning of the third day, Klein appeared in the high-pressure water spray pipe of the 'Fire Man'.

This scared the meditating Fire Man to the point of almost having a heart attack.

The burn scars on Klein's body also made Huo Man the biggest suspect in this "kidnapping case".

"Beep!" Bruce knocked on the door using your onomatopoeia.

Klein sighed helplessly: "Cousin, I'm fourteen. You don't need to tease me to make me happy."

"hey-hey..."

Bruce scratched his head and pushed the door open.

"Doctor George said that when people go through some...bad experiences, they tend to have nightmares in their hearts...I'm very worried about you..."

Bruce slapped his forehead and whispered: "Damn it, George told me not to mention this...I forgot about it when I was happy..."

"Happy? What are you happy about?"

"I had something very unpleasant happen to someone else a few days ago." Bruce sat on the edge of the bed and handed the clothes to Klein.

"Well, you said."

Bruce unbuttoned his coat, elegantly took off the clothes and laid them to one side, and then loosened the buttons on the collar.

He always relaxes a lot in front of Klein.

"I had a little gentlemanly rivalry with people."

"You don't know how to fight, do you?" Klein showed contempt.

"No...it's not a fight..."

"The leader of the dignified Wayne Group actually chooses to fight?"

"You brat, I already said it was a competition and a duel!!"

Klein naturally noticed the wound on Batman's cheek.

Dongdong...dongdong....

A strange rumbling sound sounded in Klein's ears.

Just as he was looking for the source of the sound with his eyes wide open, Bruce's big hand naturally rested on his shoulder.

"Later I found out that there was a little misunderstanding between me and this friend...and his mother was also named Martha."

"puff!!"

Klein didn't stop for a moment and immediately let out a sneer.

"What... what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I thought of something before. Captain Boomerang and the others said... the husky guarding the Arkham Sanitarium would stand up and point at people. Now that I think about it, it's a bit interesting."

"Speak seriously, don't be so playful..."

"Uh-huh."

"That guy is a nice guy, but... it's a pity..."

"What a pity?"

Bruce shook his head and said, "He left here."

"Leave? Then when will he come back?"

"I don't know, maybe we have to ask Luo Ye, Luo Ye might be able to tell us the answer."

Bruce suddenly became a little distracted.

He recalled the four-meter-tall monster covered in bone spurs. Even Superman was easily suppressed by this monster.

As a mortal, I am fortunate to have the armor mixed with vibranium.

Only then could he survive such a battle.

"It's true that I think about it. Ah Fu actually has a friend who is a forging master, and he actually put Zhen Finance into the armor in one day..."

Bruce touched his chest. If the armor did not have a vibranium layer attached, the sharp bone spurs of the monster officially dubbed 'Doomsday' would easily penetrate him.

I'm a little scared when I think about it.

"Cousin, you're not usually so chatty." Klein obviously didn't want to chat with this 30-year-old uncle.

I have just woken up now, and I vaguely remember being brutally tortured by my motherland in the black-robed world.

Then the body trembled...it seemed like the people of the motherland were dead?No, this guy seems to have run away...

Did I take a shot at the people of my motherland?

Klein thought and brought up the backpack interface.

[Special golden runes*5.]

"I killed Transparent Man, Deep Sea, Locomotive, and Black in the Super Seven. There should be four of them. The extra one should be... Uncle Fried Chicken's Rune?"

Klein sighed.

He suddenly thought that he was too obsessed with killing the people of his motherland, and it was estimated that half of the Federation collapsed.

But the result is that the defense of the motherland is too strong and the health bar is too thick.

His various attacks were nothing more than scraping.

"Stop sighing, good luck will slip away." Bruce approached Klein and expressed concern.

"Superstition." Klein said.

"This is an old tradition of the Wayne family. Don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged, and don't lower your head and sigh all the time."

"Cousin, your ability to make up stories is too rough."