Chapter 2077: Superman's Cat Getan Adventure (Part 5)

The female police officer took everyone away, except Clark.

She really was a police officer, because Clark took a careful look at the work card hanging on her chest. It had her police number on it, and judging from her tone, she wasn't lying.

Clark felt somewhat dazed.

This feeling was as if time had secretly slipped away from under his eyelids. He seemed to have done something during that period, but it also seemed he hadn't. He suspected that this was his super brain shielding certain things he shouldn't remember.

Clark could only choose to set off again.

Just after walking out of the construction site wall, he saw one person chasing another. The one in front was a thin, dry man, and the one behind was a slightly fat blond guy.

The man being chased kept screaming, but Clark felt this could be understood, because the man chasing him was holding a crocodile.

Theoretically speaking, an adult male crocodile cannot be used as a weapon by humans, because their waist strength is much greater than imagined, and ordinary people cannot restrain them.

But that crocodile had been modified, wearing a circle of things that looked like safety belts used in construction around its body, firmly fixed to the fat man's waist, becoming part of his belt.

Just when Clark wanted to go up to stop this fat man's violent behavior, two children suddenly rushed out of a house on the side of the road and started spraying the fat man with the garden hose.

This fat man was obviously angry after being sprayed with water, hammered his crocodile with his fist, let the crocodile open its mouth wide, and rushed toward the garden, scaring the children away.

The children's mother seemed to have witnessed this scene from the window. She rushed out of the front door of the house at high speed, stuffed a bath towel into the crocodile's blood basin, and slapped the fat man twice, knocking him to the ground.

And the thin man who had been chased and screamed returned. He didn't know where he got a pair of gardening shears, cut the safety belt tied to the fat man's waist in two or three strokes, grabbed the rescued crocodile, and ran away.

Before running half a street, an old man who was unloading goods from the trunk tripped him with one foot, carried the crocodile, and walked toward the barbecue grill in his backyard.

Clark's hand was just raised, and then slowly put down.

That mother was still cursing the fat man across the courtyard wall. The fat man lay on the ground, returning the color with his fat lips. As a result, this mother waved her arm, and her three children ran back to the room, took out a bag of white powder, poured it all into a water bucket, took the garden hose spray gun again, and started spraying the fat man's face.

And then Clark saw the mother take out her phone and say to that side: "Hey, police station? I want to report that someone is taking drugs and making trouble here... Yes, definitely drug overdose, he even uses drugs to take a bath, you come over and see for yourself."

Clark froze in place. There wouldn't be any police station in this world that would... because of such an absurd reason...

Ziwa—Ziwa—

A police car stopped in front of the house with a drift turn at a speed of at least 120 miles. A bald fat police officer covered in tattoos rushed out of the car, grabbed the fat man on the ground, smelled the smell on him, and waved his hand at a police officer behind him.

The police officer behind handed him a phone. The fat police officer pressed a few keys and put it to his ear, saying: "Hey, boss, the batch of goods that was lost has been found. Someone used it to take a bath."

"Yes, the situation is very critical now, he is resisting very fiercely, my subordinates are fighting heroically with him, but we are not sure we can catch him, he is a bit too crazy."

The mother who was stretching her neck to look over here from behind the wall immediately opened her mouth, and her hands pinched her thumb and four fingers together, making a gesture of a blood basin. The fat police officer immediately made an "ok" gesture and said:

"Simply crazy, he was biting a crocodile on the street two minutes ago. I think we need to contact the animal protection organization..."

The old man in the next house was shaking his body with the music while putting crocodile meat on the grill.

"Yes, the whole street is a witness. They all said they had never seen such a fierce criminal in their lives. Boss, you know that is an adult saltwater crocodile. He chased it for two kilometers, almost chasing it out of our jurisdiction..."

"Yes, the new guys are very clever, didn't let him run out, the credit is definitely ours, I will give Oswald boss a call now..."

The fat police officer walked further and further away with the phone, and soon disappeared into Clark's field of vision on the police car. And the fat man who was said to have chased the male adult saltwater crocodile for two kilometers and bit off half of its body was just thrown on the side of the road.

"Want a piece?" The old man in the garden shouted at Clark, and raised the crocodile meat in his hand.

Clark shook his head.

He sighed, took a step again, but before he walked out of this street, another extended luxury car stopped in front of this house.

The short and fat Penguin walked out, waved the umbrella in his hand, and shouted: "Where is the hero who heroically chased the crocodile? There are crocodiles flooding the doors of my two nightclubs, and I need such a fierce man to solve my worries..."

Clark's super vision searched for the figure of the fat man just now on the street, but he was long gone. Just as he was stunned, black-suited gang thugs surrounded him tightly.

Penguin narrowed his eyes and looked at him from head to toe, saying: "Reporter?"

All the thugs raised their guns.

Penguin waved his hand, let his bodyguard put down the gun, and waved the umbrella in his hand, saying: "I don't care what you are doing, that fierce crocodile was solved by you. I thought Metropolis people were all soft eggs. Come with me."

Without saying a word, a group of gang thugs surrounded Clark and got into the car. It wasn't until the car drove out of the block that Clark reacted.

He wanted to say that he wasn't the so-called hero who subdued the crocodile, but he knew that if he said so, he would have to explain to the gang boss in front of him what he had just seen.

But Clark actually didn't know how to explain it either.

His current feeling is "Who am I, where am I, what am I here for?"

The car stopped steadily on a street in the red-light district. Penguin, sitting in the passenger seat, looked back at Clark and said: "Don't get out of the car yet."

After speaking, he pushed the door and got out himself. Clark saw a group of gang thugs walk out of a nightclub, holding that kind of simple wall, almost only a head taller than him, and pulled it all the way to the car door.

"Get out of the car." Penguin waved his hand, looked left and right, and said: "Don't make a sound, don't walk outside the wall."

Clark was somewhat dazed, not knowing why he had to do this, but he still walked out.

But just at this moment, a black shadow flashed past behind one side of the wall, followed by a bang, and the wall on one side was knocked down directly.

Clark turned his head and saw a strong big crocodile, rushing toward the crowd with its blood basin wide open.

The time to uphold justice finally came. Clark rolled up his sleeves and was about to subdue the crocodile. As a result, people poked their heads out of the windows of almost the entire street in the next second, and everyone was screaming at this side.

"Damn! Cobblepot! Where did you find such good goods?! His chest muscles can fucking pinch me to explode!"

"Oswald Cobblepot! You are eating alone again! Your business has expanded to Metropolis, and you only thought of your old partners. You still want to hide it from us!!"

"If you don't give him to me, I will go to the Cat Getan Police Department to make trouble and let them light the Bat-signal to catch you!!"

Penguin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He roared at them: "Get out!!!"

Clark felt that the crocodile was no longer the main problem, or rather, he now doubted whether the crocodile was a problem at all? This damn black boss, cheated himself here, wouldn't he have any other purpose?

"What are you stunned for? Catch that crocodile, it must appear on my dinner table tonight!"

There must be some other purpose.

Clark turned and left. Penguin walked in front of him, blocked him, and said: "Hey, little reporter from Metropolis, I advise you to stay away from the slums now..."

Clark said while turning his head: "You know I won't. No matter what you hide inside, I will show them to the world as they are."

Clark's back disappeared on the street. Penguin whispered: "What did the world do wrong?"

Clark flew back to the wall again. This time he changed an entry channel, and as a result, he found the cleaner who was pretending to be a security guard and fell into the trash can mentioned by the man passing by.

Clark fished him out of the large trash can. In the process of fishing, he found that this thin man actually had a gun tucked into his waist, and it had a silencer.

The man coughed twice, touched his chest, and then said: "Close call, almost died. Did you save me? Don't worry, I won't let your effort go to waste. Do you have any enemies?"

Clark looked at his thin but very stylish figure and felt a bad premonition, but he still asked instinctively: "Aren't you a cleaner?"

"It seems you are an outsider. Cleaner is slang, or it can also be said that we help you clean up anyone you don't like. Just pay."

"Then who are you here to clean up?"

"Correction, the scope of cleaning doesn't just include people. I am chasing a crocodile walking on two legs. Have you seen him?"

"I've seen one walking on four legs, and someone urgently needs to clean them up. You go that way, turn left after walking through this street, and walk about 500 meters. There is a guy with a hooked nose who will hire you."

"You saved me and introduced me to a job. You are really good."

"I'm afraid you'll be turned into ash by the Spirit of Thunder when you go to find that crocodile walking on two legs."

Bidding farewell to the cleaner, Clark continued to advance deep into the slums, and at this time, his mentality began to shift from shock and daze to numbness.

Clark is a person who relatively pursues procedural justice. Although the things he encountered along the way made him feel very confused, his reason told him that this group of people didn't commit crimes.

The two people who wanted to steal the tricycle board cart probably didn't even make a move before they started fighting due to uneven distribution of loot. Stealing urinals from public toilets is indeed theft, but considering the witness is the middle-aged woman who stuffed the switch panel into her crotch, the testimony may not be valid.

Crocodiles are not protected animals in New Jersey, so the law doesn't stipulate that they cannot be tied to the waist. Tying a crocodile to bite people has the suspicion of intentional injury and intimidation, but it didn't bite, so it doesn't count as intentional injury.

And judging from the thin man's performance of picking up the crocodile and running later, he wasn't afraid of the crocodile either, so intimidation is not very established, so the old man who grabbed the crocodile and put it on the barbecue grill doesn't count as the crime of intentionally destroying a crime scene.

Although the mother who hid drugs is guilty, the drugs became the weapon she used to repel invaders. However, according to New Jersey law, white powder is not in the list of crimes of aiding and abetting.

The collusion between the police and the gang boss is indeed worth writing about, but the other party's police response speed is even much faster than most police stations in Metropolis, which is simply the opposite of dereliction of duty.

The biggest problem facing the killer who fell into the trash can is that although he claims to be a killer, he can fall into the trash can and get his neck stuck in the toilet seat, almost strangling himself. Clark doesn't think he can find any useful evidence in his criminal record.

After thinking for a long time, Clark decided to go to the orphanage to see. His heart was always unable to let go of the infringement case that happened in Metropolis before, and he guessed that the situation in Cat Getan might be even worse. ===== CHAPTER 2078 =====