Chapter 2074: Superman's Cat Getan Adventure (Part 2)

Superman, the synonym for power and kindness, the upper limit of whose abilities basically depends on the upper limit of imagination. At the same time, he is not pedantic, can be called flexible and adaptable, and is always full of ambition, just like a golden retriever one second before the door opens.

The words and phrases revealed by Jason in the interview regarding the image of Cat Getan's bottom layer made Clark want to do a special topic, recording the situation of Cat Getan's bottom-layer people in the form of a documentary.

Clark didn't entirely use his Superman identity to execute justice, because he understood that sometimes words are more powerful than fists. And his advantage over other reporters was that there was no place in this world he couldn't go, and therefore no darkness he couldn't expose.

In fact, the current Clark was already somewhat famous because he had taken many war documentary photos. Although most were published in the name of a certain station's reporter, there were still people with heart who noticed that there might be a brave and powerful war reporter at the Daily Planet.

Clark's proposal was approved by the editor-in-chief because Cat Getan was indeed at the center of the storm now.

Bruce Wei En drove his space fortress to descend on the American continent, held a gun to the heads of the Donkey Party and the Elephant Party, and even the heads of all mankind, and made these two parties, who were fighting to the death for power, reach a consensus after a three-minute phone call, pushing Bruce Wei En to be the new president of the United States with one force. Countries sent congratulatory messages one after another.

And surprisingly, judging from the public satisfaction, Bruce Wei En wasn't bad either. Considering that his more famous aspects in the past were in peach-blossom news, this was actually very magical.

People with heart discovered that what most deserved the public's favor was actually what Bruce Wei En had done in Cat Getan. What was even more magical was that although humans lived in a mess, the collective consciousness could always find the best way out at critical moments. As the saying goes, the eyes of the masses are sharp.

Or rather, the small-people mentality made the vast majority of people choose Bruce Wei En. In their view, Wei En could even make a cesspool like Cat Getan have a bright spot of good economic development, so coming to us wouldn't it just be a direct takeoff?

Cat Getan is dangerous, but it is not completely closed. News always spreads out one after another, and the media that can get this news undoubtedly gained great exposure because of this topic.

Although the editor-in-chief didn't know that Clark was Superman, he also knew that this kid had some magical aspects, so he gave Clark a month's time and hinted to him that the more real the photos, the better.

The so-called "the more real the better" is actually not the original meaning. This is a code word for American newspapers when conducting war reporting. Simply put, the more miserable, the better.

If Cat Getan isn't miserable, how can Bruce Wei En's ability be shown? The new president seems to be going to be in office for a long time. If you don't take the opportunity to flatter him when the new official takes office, you will be the next pot of soup.

Clark understood the editor-in-chief's hint, but didn't care. He was more willing to understand this sentence as its original meaning. He would definitely present Cat Getan's situation to the public truthfully and completely.

And then on his first day here, reality gave him a blow to the head—he was stolen from.

Clark couldn't describe how ridiculous this was. His biological field could put a lid on the Atlantic Ocean, and then on his first day here, the 200 dollars in his pocket disappeared.

Clark was very sure it couldn't have been lost by himself, because his jacket pocket had a zipper, the zipper was zipped up, and the money was gone.

Later, after Clark carefully recalled, at that time he had just come out of the train station and saw a child run past him, with no parents behind him, as if there was some urgent matter.

Clark thought about it and followed him, and then this child fell down. Just as Clark wanted to go up to help, another group of children rushed up, waving their fists and wanting to beat this child.

Clark of course had to hurry to break up the fight, and not only did he have to break up the fight, but he also had to ask for the reason, to reason, to educate them.

This group of children spoke incoherently and mixed in all kinds of dirty words. Clark reminded them more than 30 times in one minute, which wasn't enough. It took a full 10 minutes to ask clearly.

The child who just ran was an outsider, not a member of their group of children, but he ran here to steal business. They had been chasing him for several days, and if they caught him, it would be a beating.

After saying that, they raised their fists and wanted to hit again. Clark had a headache from persuading the fight and couldn't care about teaching with good words. He solved the contradiction first. He first spent money to buy the juice the child was selling, and then sent the beaten child to the nearest clinic.

And then, after he returned to the hotel he booked, he found that his money was gone, and he didn't even know when it was touched away.

Superman could be called omniscient and omnipotent, but only on the premise that he focuses his attention on a specific matter. At the time, he was already suffering from a headache due to the noise from this group of children, and he couldn't bear to see the injuries on the child who had been beaten, thinking only of rushing him to the hospital.

He only vaguely remembered his jacket being pulled a few times. It was probably during one of those times that the money was touched away.

Clark let out a deep sigh and began to organize his luggage. Because he was going to stay for a period of time, he brought a lot of things. After organizing, he was a little thirsty, so he opened the juice the child sold him and poured it into his mouth.

The juice was spat out by Clark as soon as it entered his mouth.

There was stuff added to it.

Or rather, juice was added to the stuff.

Clark looked at the orange juice in his hand in shock. Based on his shallow medical knowledge, orange juice would promote the absorption of a certain drug, and this drug is generally called MDMA, or ecstasy for short.

Clark hurriedly took a bottle of water from the hotel table and rinsed his mouth frantically. He accidentally swallowed a mouthful just now, but if he weren't a Kryptonian, he would have seen Batman and the Joker dancing by now.

Lying on the washbasin and dry-heaving for a long time, Clark washed his face with water again, a trace of anger rising in his heart, thinking that he must make the mastermind behind these children selling drugs look good.

Because he wanted to report deeply on the situation in the Cat Getan slums, he didn't stay in a very high-end hotel, but found a budget hotel near the unfinished Arkham City, which is next to the Cat Getan slums.

From the window here, one could just see the wall of Arkham City that was built halfway. Clark stood by the window and enjoyed the scenery for a while, but not long after, the door was knocked.

He walked over to take a look, didn't see anyone, and after the door opened, there was no shadow. A small card was left on the ground.

Clark knew what it was for just by looking at the color and composition of this card. He sighed and threw the card aside.

Not long after, the door was knocked again, and it was another card. Judging from the color and composition, it wasn't the same company as the previous one. This one should be mainly engaged in same-sex business.

Clark still didn't care, threw it aside, and went to take a bath. When he finished bathing, he vaguely heard a knock on the door. When he came out and opened the door to look, it was another card.

This time Clark was a little angry, but not because of this frequent disturbing behavior, but because the age of the model printed on the card clearly didn't comply with the New Jersey Minor Protection Act.

Clark poked his head out into the corridor to look, saw nothing, took a look at the sky outside, and finally decided to find trouble with them tomorrow.

As a result, he didn't sleep all night. About every 10 minutes, he could hear a knock on the door, and then pick up a piece of paper on the ground. The business scope was extremely wide, even including a cat that might be two stories high judging from the scale.

It is no exaggeration to say that combining these small cards together is a complete travel map of the Cat Getan slums, with various scenic spots marked clearly.

It's not that Clark didn't try to squat at the door, but the other party seemed very familiar with this routine. When Clark stared at the door, they wouldn't come. When Clark got sleepy, the knock on the door would sound on time. The main thing was a guerrilla tactic.

The moment Clark picked up the phone and pressed the alarm number, he felt the absurdity himself, and finally decided to give up.

Any war reporter would have a certain guard against local officials, because washing dirty linen in public is a common problem for humans. For the sake of their own political achievements and reputation, the police are often not the reporter's helper, but the enemy, so Clark must be very cautious.

Of course, another reason is that after the police came and saw these 50-plus small cards, he couldn't explain it himself, and would inevitably be questioned with "If this can't satisfy you, do you want to fuck the sun?"

In this torture of waking up and sleeping, sleeping and waking up, Clark finally made it to the next day. Looking at the bright sky, he understood that he could finally go to the Cat Getan slums to find out.

Clark didn't know that he actually came at an unfortunate time. When there was only Batman in this city, the mental state of Cat Getan citizens could be said to be chaotic and crazy, but ever since the Robin Gang appeared, their mental state could only be called "Cat Getan is my home, everyone relies on everyone to tidy up."

Clark didn't successfully enter the slums on his first day in Cat Getan, because he didn't walk three meters out of the door before he found that the manhole cover on the road at the door was gone.

As Superman, of course, he couldn't sit idly by and watch the passing cars flip over, so he decided to find something to cover the manhole cover first, or at least find a sign warning sign first, so that the cars driving over could bypass it.

But just as he approached the wellhead, he heard a sound that wasn't quite right coming from inside. It sounded like something was running, running not slowly, and with great force. It sounded like...

Bang!

A behemoth that jumped out of the well hit Superman's chest muscles. As expected, we failed to penetrate the enemy's armor and were knocked back on the spot.

Clark looked down and found that it was a monster with a crocodile head, and his skin was also a bit like a crocodile.

In order to ensure the authenticity of the interview and investigation, Clark didn't ask Bruce for information on Cat Getan super-criminals in advance, so he could only temporarily call this monster he encountered Killer Croc.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Do you want to come up?"

Killer Croc was knocked dizzy, saw the shadow above, roared, and wanted to jump up again.

Clark saw the anger of a fight to the death in his eyes. After hesitating for a second, he decided to step aside.

Killer Croc successfully scurried to the ground, but didn't mourn for his broken nasal bone for a moment, turned and ran.

Clark looked at his back inexplicably, and the next second another thing hit him. Clark looked back and saw it was a crocodile.

Is this his child? This was Clark's first reaction.

And then he thought, he must have been affected by this crazy city too. The Killer Croc just now was obviously a mutant in Cat Getan. Humans can't give birth to crocodiles.

But soon, his common sense was shaken, because hundreds of crocodiles sprayed out from the wellhead like a fountain, blowing up a crocodile whirlwind on the street.

"What are you still stunned for! Run!"

Clark turned his head and found that the Killer Croc who had just run out was standing at the street corner roaring at him. Looking at the growing crocodile whirlwind, Clark ran after hesitating for a second. ===== CHAPTER 2075 =====