American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The restaurant was nice. After being hungry for a whole day, Miaomu and Jason just ate to their heart's content. After all, it was better than the canned food in the car and the fast food on the street.

This generous portion of steaming home-cooked food was obviously more delicious, especially since the two of them were martial artists and had huge appetites. They had to order three more orders of food before they were barely full.

But Louise was still very happy, and even suggested that Naegi should definitely take part in the eating contest that was being held at a nearby fast food restaurant if he had the chance.

When paying the bill, Louise showed what a legendary rich woman is by swiping the credit card directly.

As the chief reporter of the Daily Planet, her salary is definitely sufficient, and Louise is also a workaholic and rarely spends money.

In contrast, Clark's suit shopping list is to buy two more suits every month, and his clothing expenses make Clark close to the level of a moonlighter.

After all, every time he transformed, it was impossible for him to carry the suit he wore with him, and when he came back to look for it... he rarely found it again.

After eating and drinking, Naegi got Clark's autograph as he wished, and they took a photo together.

"Miaomu, where are you staying tonight?" Jimmy asked.

"We plan to hit the road directly. I need to go to Star City. Two of my friends are involved in a lawsuit there. I want to go over and take a look and take a vacation there at the same time."

Miaomu shook the car keys in his hand, and they became familiar with each other during the meal. There was no need to mention polite words like Mr. or Miss, and they just called each other by their names.

"Star City? It's a great place to take a vacation. Are you going tonight? Be careful when driving at night."

"Understood. Goodbye, everyone!"

Naegi waved his hand and led Jason towards the parking lot. Jimmy remembered something and ran to the other side.

"I didn't expect that there are such good people in Gotham. They are not as bad as the legend says." Louise smiled as she looked at Naegi's back.

"Indeed." Clark nodded in agreement.

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In the parking lot, Miaomu started the Beetle, the headlights came on, and the Beetle slowly drove out of the parking lot.

Jason leaned on the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, with a happy smile on his face. For a kid of his age, today was indeed an unusual day.

"Wait, wait!" Jimmy ran over with something in his hand.

Miaogi quickly stopped the car, but Jimmy was not looking for him, but for Jason. The car window was lowered and Jimmy handed in a box, which was a toy model of Superman.

Jimmy grinned and said, "This is for you, the protector of our Metropolis, Superman."

As he spoke, Jimmy made a Superman flying pose.

Jason couldn't help laughing. He held the Superman toy in his hand and said stubbornly, although he couldn't let it go:

"I'm too old to play with toys."

"Okay, take it and say thank you!" Miaomu pressed Jason's head and rubbed it with a smile.

Jason bowed his head and said, "Thank you!"

The Beetle slowly drove away. Jimmy clasped his hands into a trumpet shape and shouted: "Bon voyage!"

The road was very quiet at night. Miaomu turned on the only high-tech feature in the Beetle, the tape player.

An old rock song came from the speaker. Jason was playing with the Superman toy in his hand and asked curiously.

"Is Superman real?"

"Yes, it's true. He even had dinner with us." Miaomu responded with a smile.

"Ah?!" Jason was frightened.

"Go to bed early. We will arrive in Star City tomorrow. We missed the practice time tonight. We will make up for it tomorrow."

Miao Mu did not discuss this issue too much. As long as he could become familiar to Superman, it would be good enough. But now it seems that he has become more than just a familiar face.

If anything happens, just call Jimmy or Lois. Just based on the favors they have received tonight, Superman will definitely come along.

This seems to be quite a good deal.

The Beetle was driving fast on the road. The night scenery was always monotonous and full of the desolate feeling of the wilderness.

At about five in the morning of the next day, Miaomu couldn't help yawning. His sleep was a little reversed.

When I see the horizon light up, I feel like yawning.

There is a fork in the road ahead, and there is a road sign next to it. To the left is Welcome to Los Angeles, and to the right is Welcome to Star City.

[Ding! Encounter with treasure - discover obtainable items. ]

"Puff!" Miaomu, who was holding a bottle of mineral water and pouring it into his mouth, sprayed it out in one gulp.

Why did this thing suddenly make a noise?

Although he was confused, Miaomu still stepped on the brakes to stop the Beetle, feeling the direction his heart was pointing to.

Los Angeles……

Miaomu opened the car door and got out. When he closed the door, he looked inside and saw Jason, who was holding the Superman toy, wearing a police jacket, and sleeping soundly against the car window.

Carefully closing the car door, Miaomu took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out a thin cigar and put it in his mouth.

He was not so obsessed with smoking, but he was used to holding something in his mouth to calm his mood when he was thinking.

A thin mint-flavored cigar that's a little better than a cigarette.

Naegi took out the matches that the store gave him when he bought cigarettes, lit the thin cigar, took a deep puff, and looked in the direction of Los Angeles.

Thinking in my mind, Los Angeles in the DC universe is not a famous place and has no outstanding representative heroes.

But in the last century, this place had the first masked vigilantes, and they were the first group of spontaneously formed vigilantes during the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union.

warder!

In the beginning, the gangsters committed crimes wearing masks, and there was no way to confirm that they were criminals, so there was no way to put them in jail and punish them by law.

So a group of police officers and the best among ordinary people put on strange costumes and masks to fight violence with violence.

One of those vigilantes is Captain Metropolis, Superman's former protector of his current city.

However, later on, after these masked vigilantes had been passed down for two generations, they were sanctioned. Masked actions were equivalent to breaking the law. No matter whether you were a gangster or a hero, you were violating American law.

So Batman is a criminal.

But Superman is not, because Superman does not have his face covered.

Under pressure from the government and public opinion, these masked vigilantes have all retired, and now there is only one wandering around Los Angeles...

A hero who never compromises even when facing the end of the world.

Rorschach!

The face is wearing an ever-changing Rorschach inkblot mask, also known as the Rorschach inkblot test, which is a famous personality test pattern.

And his title also came from this.

A little different from the original DC Universe, this world does not have America's most powerful weapon, Dr. Manhattan.

There would have been no huge disaster, and Rorschach would not have died due to his uncompromising persistence.

He is still a homeless man, wandering the streets of Los Angeles with a small protest board.

Miaomu threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

If you think this way, there shouldn't be any surprises or major events in Los Angeles, so we can just make do with it.

The key point is, the thought in my mind has always been pointing there. Missing it or giving up is absolutely impossible!

Maybe, I can even pick up the belongings of those masked vigilantes. Anyway, they have retired and don’t need them anymore.

Three times five divided by two also equals something without an owner.

If the owl aircraft of the Night Owl II is no longer needed, Miaomu would still be willing to take it over, although it is unlikely.