[Zhongyingmei] Did Dachao confess today?

If there is another you who is exactly the same in this world, it should be quite an unpleasant thing.

At least for Clark, who is on the outskirts of the metropolis, this is very unpleasant or even very bad.

Once again, his clone grabbed his collar and smashed it hard on the lead-coated wall. The cement mixed with fine steel shattered into a spider web shape behind Clark, and Clark's back was aching. The impact force is enough to crush an ordinary human being into minced meat, but such a huge force on Clark's body only makes his head dizzy for a moment.

But that doesn't mean he won't hurt.

The clone who looked exactly like Clark raised his fist expressionlessly, his eyes were obviously very similar to sea blue, but the clone's eyes were as barren as a desert.

Rather than being a clone, he's more like a robot in flesh and blood.

But this didn't surprise Clark. If a clone born under Luthor looked like an ordinary human, something would be wrong.

Clark, who was grabbed by the collar, tried to break free from the shackles of the clone, but the source of the clone's power was Clark. The two were evenly matched, and Clark couldn't break free at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the clone's tough face raised its fist without the slightest expression, and slammed it into his face one after another.

Barry on the side panicked, but Luther, the culprit, had already slipped away when the clone rushed towards Clark, hiding in the dark as the mastermind as before.

Barry rushed up to push the clone away, but the clone with the same physical quality as Clark could also capture Barry's movement trajectory with excellent dynamic vision and speed, and then turned around and kicked away when Barry was about to rush up. Barry.

Barry, who was kicked flying, didn't stop until he hit a jar containing a failed product. The huge impact force caused the glass of the entire jar to shatter. Barry lay on the ground full of formalin and broken glass with a thud , raised the sore arm and shook off the mucus on the arm.

The stench only drilled into Barry's nose, causing him to pinch his nose tightly in pain.

"Oh...shit!"

Although Barry didn't have any effect on the clone, fortunately, the clone's momentary distraction when dealing with Barry was enough for Clark to seize the opportunity to clench the clone's fist and throw him away.

Clark, who broke free from the shackles, flew forward and raised his fist to hit the face of the clone body that was exactly like him. He was very angry now, and his anger almost swallowed Clark's sanity. He grabbed the clone body's arm and threw him away. He went to the wall and smashed the clone into a half-meter-thick wall.

The walls and floors, which are hard enough to withstand the air waves produced by the explosion of several tons of explosives, were easily torn apart like soft tofu in the hands of a Kryptonian and a Kryptonian clone, and the shattered stones crackled. The ground fell all over the ground and was then crushed into powder.

But as time passed, such an evenly matched scene gradually began to shift, and Clark found that his strength was like a leaky bucket, gradually disappearing unconsciously.

Nothing but magic can do this - only kryptonite!

"Barry!" Clark blocked the clone's attack and shouted anxiously at Barry: "There's kryptonite!"

That's why he felt a dull pain in his brain and abnormal heartbeat when he touched the walls sandwiched with lead powder and cement.

Barry was shocked: "What?!!!"

Clark dodged the clone's fist and gasped, "There's kryptonite powder in the wall!"

Although the content of kryptonite powder doped in the wall is extremely low, it is enough to weaken Clark's strength little by little without knowing it.

The moment Clark finished speaking, Luthor sneered contemptuously in the empty hall: "Did you just find out? Superman?"

"Oh...perhaps I should address you, Mr. Kent?"

As the most chaotic city in the United States, it seems that Gotham will not spend a day in peace.Even on Christmas Day, when families gather to celebrate the birth of Jesus, the streets of Gotham are still sparsely populated.

Only the cold wind rolled up the torn paper on the side of the road and slowly fell into the gray and black snow beside it.

This situation has been going on for a long time, probably on the day the clown escaped from prison, and just after the clown appeared on TV and killed a host not long ago, the streets of Gotham were even more deserted.

The empty streets provide a nice setting for Bruce's Batmobile, which he races to his final destination - the Gotham Theater - where the Joker is hiding.

The high-speed spinning wheels left ruts on the concrete road, Bruce's face was frosty, and finally stopped the car at the gate of the opera house with a harsh brake sound.

This is a place he never wants to come to again, but the Joker always likes to challenge Bruce's bottom line again and again, just watching Batman look painful can make the Joker happy all day.

Just like now.

There is no one in the empty Gotham theater, only an old movie, "Zorro", is playing on the huge screen.

Zorro wearing a domino mask rode away on a black steed after defeating the domineering soldiers in the village, leaving only the villagers watching his back behind him.

The only spectator, Batman, did not applaud Zorro's wonderful fight. He watched the movie being played, half of his face covered by the mask was frosty.

"Oh... my little bat."

The clown’s voice came from the speakers in the theater, and the electronically transmitted sound was even more creepy in such a scene. He laughed and said to the only audience: “Do you like the movie I prepared for you?”

Batman turned a deaf ear, he was on target, and walked straight to the broadcast room of the theater.

The Joker wasn't worried either, he said it to himself, and he didn't care if Batman listened.

"Today is Christmas, what a beautiful holiday, so I gave Gotham a big gift." He complained a bit in his tone: "But little bat, why did you destroy all my presents?"

Bruce sneered.

As he got closer to the broadcasting room, the clown's voice became more and more urgent, and finally turned into bursts of maniacal laughter.

"Little bat, it doesn't matter if you don't like this gift I gave you. I also prepared a gift for another friend-I think he will like it very much."

Bruce finally came to the door of the broadcasting room, he pushed the door open, only the projector was shining a cold white light in the dark and narrow room, and there was only a bloody bullet hole on the forehead of the broadcaster in the theater, stained red with oxidized blood The whole chair was covered with blood, which formed a small pool of blood on the floor, and his body had already become cold and stiff.But there was a green gift box on the table not far away, with a neat and beautiful bow seriously tied with a purple ribbon.

Bruce reached out to untie it, but was stopped by Ah Fu in the Batcave.

"Master, be careful, there is danger." Ah Fu was worried.

Bruce said in a deep voice, "It's okay."

He pulled the ribbon, and a tricky clown quickly popped out of the tightly bound gift box. Rich laughter spewed out of the tube in the mouth of the bouncing clown doll, and Bruce, who had been prepared for a long time, brought Putting on the gas mask, the clown's laughing gas had little effect on him through the dilution of the gas mask, but other than that, the photos in the box made Bruce's face change slightly.

That's a photo.

A blurry photo, the background is the gloomy night sky of Gotam, the gray moon is looming behind the thick clouds, and there are two vague figures in the place where a little moonlight is exposed.

But even with a high degree of ambiguity, Bruce can still guess who is in it by virtue of his analytical ability and intuition.

He clenched the photo in his hand tightly, and the brand new photo was crumpled by Bruce's hands.

"Ah Fu, contact Joshua immediately."

Ah Fu dialed Joshua's phone, but there was only a long beep from the phone that would normally be connected soon.

"Well..." Ah Fu murmured, "This is bad."

Bruce stepped out of the theater and jumped into his Batmobile and sprinted to another location: "Contact Stark, and the rest of the watchtower."

"To Martha Kent's farm."

There is no news from all the news channels in the United States, which is good news for Martha and Joshua.

Although Clark and his own clone had turned upside down in places they didn't know, at least it was a peaceful day in the remote town of Smallville, Kansas.

The delicious smell of freshly baked gingerbread men filled the whole house. Joshua put these sweet and fragrant little gingerbread men into transparent bags one by one, and tied a beautiful bow with a ribbon.

Christmas gifts for friends cannot be handled simply.

The heavy snow outside had begun to decrease, the wind had stopped, and the sky was still bright when Clark left, but it was getting dark now.

White snowflakes slowly fell on the window sills, accumulating four to five centimeters of snow. Due to the temperature difference, the glass was covered with condensed water droplets, and the whole glass was foggy, making it impossible to see the scenery outside the window clearly.

With nothing to do, Joshua tapped his finger on the foggy glass, unconsciously writing Clark's name.

Clark Kent.

He didn't realize what he had done until he finished writing. He glanced guiltyly at Martha who was seriously watching TV on the sofa. Joshua raised his hand and wiped the name written on the glass.

But after wiping it off, Joshua felt a little regretful, and he breathed out on the glass again, a white mist of water condensed on the cold glass.

This time, besides Clark, he also wrote his name next to it.

This is a little selfish.

Just like adolescent children, write the names of yourself and the person you like on the fogged glass, and then circle them with a small heart, as if by doing this, the two of them will last forever.

Joshua didn't know how long he and Clark could love each other, but at least at this moment, he believed in forever.

The mobile phone on the table suddenly rang at this moment. Joshua recovered from his thoughts and was about to pick up the mobile phone, but there was a rhythmic knock on the door at the same time.

Before he could even connect to the phone in his hand, the door of the house was knocked open with great force.

Cold snowflakes flew into the house, driving away the warm air inside.

The girl with light blonde hair dyed pink and blue at the end is tall and has long legs, and her appearance is exquisite and beautiful. She also has a long baseball bat on her shoulders. She walked into this warm room with a smile on her face. With the innocence and happiness that only girls have.

"Hello!" Harley blinked at Joshua, who was watching her vigilantly while holding the phone, and said cheerfully, "You are Joshua. A children's doctor, right?"

Joshua didn't say a word, he stood in front of Martha who hadn't realized what happened, and with his hands behind his back, he quietly pressed the alarm software Tony had specially prepared for him on his phone.

As long as this software is turned on, Tony will rush to Joshua's side as quickly as possible, no matter whether it is thousands of meters deep in the sea or on the top of the uninhabited Mount Everest.

Joshua had never used this software before, and he thought he would never use this software in his life, but now he is very glad that he installed this software under Tony's coercion and lure.

He tried to stay calm, looked at the fully armed man with a gun behind Harry and said in a deep voice, "I'm Joshua."

"What's the matter with you?"

Harry walked up and down the room absently, until he reached the glass and saw the traces of what Joshua had written that hadn't completely faded away.

She looked at it for a long time, with curiosity in her eyes.

"Oh—what a wonderful love."

Harry turned around and looked up and down curiously at Joshua who was standing not far away, a sweet smile suddenly appeared on his face.

She tugged on the necklace with PUDDIN written on her neck, and she didn't feel that it was very impolite to break into someone's house with a gunman. Instead, she walked briskly to the sofa and sat on it. Feet on the coffee table.

She is a very lovely woman, even such a rude behavior is not disgusting, but rather charming.

Harry leaned on the sofa, tilted his head and showed a sweet smile to Joshua and Martha.

In this way, she couldn't tell at all that she was a vicious and vicious super criminal who was being wanted on TV, but she looked like a rebellious girl next door who was in her teenage years.

"I'm here to give gifts to my BUDDIN." Harley was not restrained at all, and complained to Joshua as naturally as if she was sitting in her own home: "You know what? It was that old bat before, and now it's here again A superman—and he doesn't think of me at all!"

"Oh—little doctor, you say, is he too much? He didn't even get me anything for Christmas—not even a candy!"

The more Harry spoke, the more agitated his expression became, and his expression became angry and lost.

"But it's okay, who made him my BUDDIN?"

Harry put his hands on his face and said sadly: "So no matter what he wants to do, of course I will satisfy him!"

When she talked about her little pudding, she was as shy as any little girl immersed in love, with a sweet and happy expression—but Joshua, who knew who the pudding Harry was talking about, only found it weird.

Can someone who likes a clown be a normal person?

Harry was talking sweetly about her pudding. Suddenly, she seemed to smell something, stood up from the sofa, sniffed left and right, and walked all the way to the dining table.

Joshua's freshly packed gingerbread man is placed on the tidy table.

As if seeing something interesting, Harley picked up a bag containing the Flash gingerbread man and asked in surprise, "Did you make this?"

Joshua looked vigilantly at the mercenary pointing at him with empty and cold muzzles, and tightly held Martha's hand behind him in an attempt to comfort her.

"Yes." Joshua swallowed his saliva and said as calmly as possible: "I did it."

Harley showed an envious expression. She turned over the gingerbread men together, and not only fluently said the code names of the heroes represented by those gingerbread men, but also when she talked about Batman, she had a smug expression on her face. Showing a disgusted and disgusted look.

"ew...an old bat again."

"I hate bats!"

Harley complained to the people in the room for a long time how annoying her little pudding's deadly enemy Batman was. When she got excited, she fiercely scolded Batman for destroying the relationship between her and the clown.

Joshua didn't listen to a word, just anxiously waiting for Tony or any hero to arrive.

Harley scolded Batman for a long time, but when she heard the ringtone of her mobile phone, she suddenly lost her voice, and the unfinished words in her throat seemed to be stuck in her throat and made a strange and sharp sound.

She answered the phone, and her face was pink again that only in love.

She was very happy, but after listening to the phone call for a while, a look of regret and sadness appeared on her face.

"Okay, okay." Harry said with a frustrated look, "I'll be fine right away, Pudding."

"It's time for you to take a break." After hanging up the phone, Harry looked at Joshua whose face suddenly tightened, and said with a bit of regret.

"Although I like you a little bit, good night."

"Little doctor."

The author has something to say: Although Harley Quinn is very bad, she is really bad and cute.

所以都怪小丑！！！感谢在2020-11-1900:13:49~2020-11-2421:41:08期间为我投出霸