Chapter 2076: Superman's Cat Getan Adventure (Part 4)

Clark forcefully threw the orange juice in his hand into the trash can. He felt that he shouldn't overestimate the resistance of his blood and brain to Cat Getan drugs. After all, this is Cat Getan, so he still has to be careful.

Standing next to the trash can, Clark fixed a small sports camera on his chest, because going further in is the real Cat Getan slum. He didn't think the people here would tolerate him walking in with long guns and cannons, so a small camera that could be carried around was the best choice.

The wall of Arkham City is a large construction site. Because it was built halfway and then abandoned, most of the facilities were just left here.

After Clark passed through the wall, he looked toward the other end, confirmed that there were no crocodiles, hippos, or seagulls there, and then walked over.

Just as one of his feet stepped out of the construction fence on the other side, he heard a noisy sound coming from his right.

Clark turned his head and saw that two people were fighting. He instinctively shouted and rushed toward the two people who were pulling and tugging.

Clark grabbed the sleeve of one person's clothes, pulled him to one side, then hugged the other person, pressed him to the ground, and then stretched out a hand to press on the first person's chest to prevent him from rushing over to make a supplementary strike.

"Wait! Wait! Don't fight! What happened here?!" Clark spread his arms to block between the two, looking left and right for a while.

On the left was a black man wearing earrings and sunglasses, and on the right was an old white man with gray-white whiskers.

The black man was the first to gesture with dazzling hand gestures and said, "Hey, listen, you can't stop me. This guy stole my tire. He made my car have only three wheels left. Now my car can't drive, and I must teach him a lesson."

Clark immediately turned his head to look at the old white man.

"Obviously he is lying!" The old white man kept spreading his arms to show his strong chest muscles and said, "How could I steal his tire?! He framed me, and he kidnapped my wife, saying he wanted to use her to pay off the debt!"

Clark widened his eyes and looked at the black man again. The black man immediately raised his tone and started rapping, with dirty words constantly rushing into Clark's brain.

"Enough." Clark shouted in a low voice.

"Tell me, where is the car?" Clark turned his head to look at them both again and asked, "I will help you find the tire, don't fight anymore."

Of course, this wasn't difficult for himself. Clark indeed wasn't a detective like Batman, but his super vision and super hearing allowed him to track everything in this world, so finding a tire should be easy, right?

Two minutes later, he withdrew this view, because after turning the street corner, what he saw was a tricycle.

It wasn't a family car with one wheel stolen, but a tricycle board cart that would usually appear on a construction site, or even a push-type one. And the two people behind him were still arguing.

"Brother, I have to expose you. Didn't we agree before that we would come here to do a job, right? Anyway, there are so many things here that no one wants, but now you are a bit too dishonest. I said I'd take seven and you take three, but do you even have to split a wheel of a car?"

"What the hell are you talking about, you black ghost? When did I say I would do a job with you? I said we would split up after climbing over the wall, but you ran back and said there was a good car there. But you idiot, can't you see this is a tricycle?!"

"Because you were afraid I would drive this car away alone, you dismantled one of its wheels! You caused us to be caught now!"

The old white man was speechless, put his hands on his hips, walked to Clark, pointed at the black man, and said, "You see, he is just so unreasonable. He insists that I stole a wheel of this car, causing him to be unable to sell it for a good price."

Clark was just about to speak when he saw the old white man take a cigarette out of his vest pocket, light it, take a puff, and stretch out a leg to tap the ground.

"Now any kid dares to come out and do this line. You ask around the whole Cat Getan City, which boss of a stolen car recycling shop dares to want original tires? Do you really think Batman's track tracking devices are just for show?"

"He hasn't even driven a car, haha. Can't a car with three wheels drive? Those rich people change tires every day, purely because they have too much money to spend. What a greenhorn, right?"

Clark looked at the tricycle board cart lying on its side on the ground, then looked at the two people, and then looked at the board cart.

He would absolutely not admit that he had doubted himself just now. Or is it that Gothamites have some novel way to make this handcart use the verb "drive"?

A gust of wind blew, and the smell of cigarettes drifted over. Clark instantly understood what was going on, so he walked up directly, grabbed one person by the collar with one hand, and threw the two unlucky guys who had taken too much to one side.

Clark walked up and wanted to help the overturned tricycle board cart up, but soon heard the old white man shout: "What are you doing? Are you also going to kidnap my wife?! You damn human trafficker!"

Clark's footsteps paused. He looked back at the old white man, then continued to walk toward the board cart. It wasn't until he went around that he found a white urinal placed next to the front wheel of the board cart.

Clark reached out subconsciously, but withdrew it, because if the information returned by his super vision was correct, this thing was probably dismantled from some wall 10 minutes ago and had its last order 13 minutes ago.

The old white man crawled over, pushed and shoved Clark away, hugged the urinal, and waved his hand at Clark, saying: "Move aside, are you Metropolis people so unaware of privacy? I just rescued her from Batman's strict monitoring..."

And then the old white man started to take off his pants.

Clark pushed him to one side with quick eyes and hands, and then looked at his hands with a complex expression.

As a result, at this time, the black youth rushed up again, kicked the urinal to pieces with one foot, and then started laughing loudly from the heart: "Hahahaha! See! This is the end of you stealing my tire!! I will stuff squirrels into your crotch!"

And then he also started to pull the old white man's pants.

Clark hurriedly kicked him away as well, looking at the pieces of the urinal scattered at his feet, and the old white man who started crying loudly, Clark stood in place somewhat helplessly.

He opened his mouth, just wanted to say something, and heard "dudududu," the ground began to vibrate constantly.

Clark turned his head toward the source of the vibration and found someone driving a soil compactor, rushing toward this side at a speed of no less than 80 miles.

"Move aside! I want to crush them both!!!"

A black middle-aged woman roared in the driver's seat: "They stole 12 urinals in three days! Who do they think they are, Urinal Superman?!!"

Clark widened his eyes in shock. He really couldn't care about hiding his identity, flew up with a "swoosh," and grabbed the speeding soil compactor from behind.

As a result, the old white man stopped crying, wiped his tears, stood up, and rushed directly toward the compactor.

Perhaps someone has seen a soil compactor, which is actually a tractor's digging bucket replaced with a vertical cylindrical device, which compacts the soil by continuously hitting the ground with the inner cylinder.

The old white man stopped beside the compactor cylinder with a smooth and handsome slide, took off his pants, and wanted to stuff certain things under the compactor cylinder.

Clark gave another flying kick, opened the door of the compactor operating room at the fastest speed, and when his hand stopped on the control panel, he was surprised to find that the switch button to stop the machine was gone, leaving only a black hole with a few wires sticking out.

He looked up and found that the black middle-aged woman had rushed off the car with the switch. Clark made another high-altitude dive and successfully stopped in front of the black middle-aged woman. He crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes, his vision fell on the switch, and then on the black middle-aged woman's face.

The next second, the black middle-aged woman took off her pants and stuffed the switch panel into her crotch.

Clark turned around at the fastest speed. When he turned back, the somewhat fat black middle-aged woman had already tripped over the rubble, and the switch panel she had torn off fell aside, but Clark really didn't dare to pick it up.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!"

A strong white man wearing a safety helmet and a fluorescent vest walked over, pointed at the group of people here, and said: "What are you doing in the construction site? Get out!"

Clark flew toward him with some surprise and asked with expectation: "Are you the security guard here? They want to steal things from the construction site, and they also broke the soil compactor..."

"What?"

"It's these two... and this..."

"First question!"

Clark was stunned and answered instinctively: "Are you the security guard here?"

The white man took off his safety helmet and said: "No, I'm not. I'm just passing by. I think it would be cool to shout like this."

Clark looked at the uniform on his body. The white man also looked down at himself, took two steps back, shook his head, and said: "I tore it off a cleaner who fell into the trash can. The hat was picked up next to it. You continue, I'm going home."

After speaking, he threw down the hat and turned to leave. Immediately after, a sharp female voice came from behind the wall, "What the hell is going on?!"

Clark turned his head and found another woman wearing a black vest uniform walking over the rubble, "Who the hell dares to make trouble here?!"

The woman took a rifle from behind her back, walked over with the gun in both hands, scanned the circle, and said: "What the hell are you doing? Get out of here!"

"Um, are you the security guard here?" Clark hesitated, because he was worried that this woman was also passing by, and the uniform and gun were torn off from others.

Who knew the woman glared at him fiercely, picked up her work card hanging on her chest with her finger, and said: "I'm not a security guard. Are you a security guard? Get out!"

"Hey, you bitch... I'm going to..."

Bang!

This gunshot startled Clark. Fortunately, everything within a few meters was covered by his biological field, and the bullet was quickly intercepted.

Bang!

Finding that the other party didn't respond and fall, there was another shot soon, but the bullet was also intercepted by Clark.

And the black youth who tried to scold found that he didn't fall after the shot, and looked down to touch his body, and then knelt on the spot and started to pray.

Finding that the shot didn't work, the female security guard held the gun barrel and smashed it on the black youth's head with a standard big pendulum.

"Wait, you can't just kill him like that." Clark hurriedly blocked the female security guard's action, and the next second his arm also received a big pendulum.

"Can't you understand human language? Get out!"

"Okay, okay, don't be excited first, but so many things were broken here, we should call the police first..."

"I am the fucking police!!! Get out!!!" ===== CHAPTER 2077 =====