i spent the summer in gotham

326.

"She doesn't care about her dad at all," Jason said, "She just wants to be a BKg who comes and goes like the wind."

"Theoretically, they don't need to care about it," Dick said. "Anyway, they fight today and make up tomorrow. The two of them are elementary school students making friends."

Tim gave an objective evaluation, "Counting the parallel world, our family can destroy the earth seven or eight times, and he is still worried about Superman's force value."

I pretended not to hear their loud discussion.At this time, you can see whether a person is sophisticated or not.

Although both Superman and Batman are older than me, this Superman has not been around for as long as I have.The gap is thus revealed.

Batman and I looked calm and unmoved, as if we were qualified deaf people.A qualified deaf person can’t hear anything when he should be deaf, but he shouldn’t be deaf—for example, when someone is behind my back to eat supper, his hearing goes straight to the Kryptonian level.

As for Superman, there was an obvious trace of bewilderment and incomprehension on his face.He looked from my hand, which crushed the bomb into a ball of waste paper, to my other hand, which caught his fist.Although he withdrew his strength in time, I received that punch firmly enough without even a slight tremor.

A successful pretense requires decades of hard work off the court.Thank you, Master, without your rule of swinging the sword eight thousand times if you lose a game of mahjong, I would not be able to show my style in front of my father today.All those happy beans I lost were worth it!

327.

"Who are you?" My dad asked in a deep voice.

His armor prevents me from seeing his eyes, but I think his jaw is asking me what my relationship with Superman is.

I stand proudly on my hips, "Man of Steel Wayne Manor Split."

The eyes of both of them focused on me, I shrugged, "Really, if you don't believe me, you can try stabbing with a knife."

"But I want to make one point," I clapped my hands, "I'm not a Kryptonian. There is a big difference in physique between me and this Mr. Superman."

Crisp slaps sounded, and crimson light enveloped the venue.Tim held up the artificial red sun in his hand, while Jason and Dick swarmed up with kryptonite weapons, and invited Superman, who was weak under the rays of the red sun, to sit down obediently beside him.

Damian and I pressed Batman on one shoulder and asked him to sit down opposite Superman.

Compared with Xiao Qiao and his father, the superman in this world is so poor. If it were Mr. Kent we are familiar with, the artificial red solar energy would not work for more than a second.

Forget it, forgive him, after all, this Superman just knew the existence of kryptonite, and he didn't even know the effect of the red sun.

I placed the takeaway Tim received between the two of them, poked a piece of chicken chop into my mouth with a wooden stick, and said vaguely, "Okay, now you can have a good talk, let me order a pot of tea for takeaway - Tim stole money from Wayne's account, you're welcome."

"There's no room for conversation," Batman said, his voice burning with rage. "It's over tonight."

"It's not over. If I say it won't end, it won't end." I covered his mouth with one hand, "Don't talk, let Superman do his best."

Jason stood next to Superman and threw a gun, his magazine was full of kryptonite bullets, "You might as well ask why Superman came to Gotham, I don't believe they are really elementary school students offline dating, real fast beat."

Jason's soul question awakened Superman's memory, and he finally remembered his original intention of coming to Gotham, "Martha... Luthor took her away, save Martha!"

All of us paused, and before Batman, who didn't know the inside story, yelled angrily, I grabbed Superman's shoulder and shook angrily, "Why didn't you say such an important thing earlier!!"

Do you fight with your mouth when you fight? ?

328.

The situation was urgent, so I stepped on Duer and rushed directly to Martha's place.

The scout ship was sucking up the city's electricity, while Martha was tied up in a warehouse and guarded by several Russian thugs.There were no lights in the warehouse, and Martha was in the innermost house.

Luther, you deserve to be bald, do you know how important Martha's apple party is to us, that's the only salvation in winter besides Alfred's cream of mushroom soup!

I landed outside the wooden door, and Tim's voice came from the Bluetooth headset, "Twenty thugs, equipped with heavy firearms, but it's not a big problem for you, just be careful not to hurt Martha."

"I don't even need Du'er," I said with a wooden stick in my mouth, "I'm afraid Du'er is too sharp and accidentally hacks them to death."

With that said, I kicked open the door.The flames sprayed from the muzzle of the gun poured on me.

Bullets crackled and fell to the ground.

329.

In a way, Batman is right to be concerned, because most ordinary people are weak against superhumans.

Just like this group of Russians with heavy firearms in their hands, they are like little milk cats who can only scream in front of me.

The bullet hit my skin, and there was a crisp sound of metal collision. I moved forward without any scruples in the rain of bullets, and kicked the leading thug ten meters away.

When a person's strength is so strong that the people around him are equivalent to ants, his existence itself will be a disaster.Because it is difficult for human beings to take into account the life and death of ants.

I pinched the barrel of the gun, swung the gun weighing several kilograms with my backhand, and threw it towards the head of the Russian thug.At the same time, I tilted my head, and a military thorn brushed past my ear.

All the above views are based on the fact that there is only one "god" in this world, Superman.It's a pity that there are as many aliens as dogs and ancient gods walking around in our universe.This argument does not hold water.

In the wider world, no one is always strong, and strength is just a definition that can change positions at any time.

Behind the door was Martha and her thugs.Under the absolute crushing power, there are two possibilities at the same time: the thugs hold Martha as a hostage and the thugs blow up the whole place.

So I won't give him a chance to come back, the meeting will decide the outcome.I took off the wooden stick I was biting between my teeth, put my hand on the last door, and then I was shocked!

The door was splintered, and my eyes caught sight of the man standing behind Martha with a gun in the flying debris.Without the slightest hesitation, I threw out the blood, and the kryptonite dagger pierced the thug's shoulder quickly and ruthlessly before seeing the blood of Krypton, and the powerful thrust directly nailed him to the wall.

The thug wanted to shoot automatically, and I was already in front of him when his finger was on the trigger.When human beings are in panic and fear, without thinking, they will subconsciously attack objects that threaten them.His first bullet grazed my face and shattered the lamp behind me.

That's enough, I only need the time of this bullet.

When he realized that my target was Martha, my hand was already on the barrel of the gun, I forcefully snatched the heavy fire weapon from his hand, and slammed the butt of the gun on his forehead.

As he fell, I tossed the gun and said hello to Martha, "Hey, would you like some hot cocoa?"

Don't ask me why I mention hot cocoa at this time, how embarrassing it is for Chinese people to meet without talking about food.

330.

I'm saving people here, and the brothers are beating Luther violently on the other side.

Damian is very good at making trouble for Luther. It is because of him and Xiao Qiao that Luther in our world lives a life of growing one hair and losing two.

They bundled Luther up like a caterpillar and threw it in the corner, and started a video call with me in surprise, "Look, this Luther has hair!"

I took a deep breath and plucked my ears, "What are you talking about?"

Jason picked up his mobile phone and took a big shot of Luther's face. He deliberately picked up a bunch of hair on Luther's cheek and pulled it twice, "Look, it's not a wig, it's real!"

He exclaimed, "So Luther in our world just wanted to plunder his hair follicles? I didn't even know that Luther had red hair!"

"I don't believe it," I stared at the handsome red-haired brother in disbelief, "he should be expelled from Luther, he has hair, and he doesn't obey Luther!"

Jason took out a familiar small bottle from his trouser pocket.

Tim's eyes gradually became strange, "Why do you carry Connor's magic hairspray with you?"

"Don't worry about it," Jason said. "Let's see what happens. If Luthor gets hair because of it, he has to call me a hundred million."

Sticky black hairspray dripped onto Luthor's hair, and we watched Luthor expectantly.His hair seemed to melt snow in an instant when it met the sun.We cheered, "Yeah, he's got no hair!"

"He's bald, bald!"

A Luthor who is not bald is not a good Luthor, congratulations on your return to the right path!

331.

I looked at the background in the video, looked left and right, did not see Batman and Superman, "Where are they?"

Tim turned the camera intimately so that I could see the scene of the battle, "Luthor made Doomsday, but don't worry, Timothy is here, leading Superman and Batman to fight team battles, guiding and teaching."

He explained, "When I first met Timothy, he killed Doomsday instantly, and now this first-generation breed is simply bullying children."

On the narrow screen of my mobile phone, I saw Timothy flying around like a big gloomy bat on various building wreckages, more like an urban legend than the real Batman next to him.

The rookie Superman, who looks like he's about to put his hand in his mouth any second, asks Batman, "There are two Batmen in Gotham?"

Batman: "NO."

They stood away from the main battlefield, while listening to Timothy explaining Doomsday's weaknesses in the communication, while watching as two innocent people eating melons watching mortals violently beat super creatures.

Every punch Timothy threw into Doomsday's face, every shot Timothy fired at Doomsday, made Superman feel phantom pains of terror.

He glanced at Batman whose chin was numb, and said cautiously, "You're right, only human beings are brave."

"...normal people are not like that." Batman explained dryly.