Chapter 2079: Superman's Cat Getan Adventure (Part 7)

Clark didn't choose to rush over immediately to force the children to explain what was going on, because if they had a very complete route to send these drugs to the children, then they must have been well prepared for an attack.

If that were the case, his rash rush over might not only fail to catch the mastermind behind the scenes, but could also put these children who had no power to truss a chicken in danger.

So Clark descended quietly, and with a silent posture, bypassed the orphanage building and came to a piece of abandoned architecture nearby, observing what was handing up the boxes of orange juice across the courtyard wall.

I saw a box of orange juice slowly rising from the entrance of the sewer, but it wasn't human arms that were holding it. Clark looked carefully with his super vision and found that it seemed to be some kind of tree root.

The reason why it couldn't be determined was that theoretically, tree roots shouldn't be able to move in this way, and Clark didn't remember any kind of tree whose roots could grow to this scale.

Clark took a step forward, wanting to poke his head over to see what was under the wellhead. As a result, there was a bang, and a wall of the orphanage was blown up.

Clark immediately rushed out from behind the wall. After the dust settled, the children were fine, but a group of people holding baseball bats and hammers rushed out of the smoke.

By the time they got closer, Clark found that these people looked like a group of hippies. Their hair was dyed in various colors, their noses, lips, and ears were covered with metal rings, tattoos appeared inappropriately on any part of their skin, and most of them wore colorful vests with metal nails and leather boots.

As soon as they rushed in, the children scattered and fled, but Clark found that the children ran, but their hands were not idle, and they moved most of the orange juice in.

And that group of hippies rushed toward the nearest child with quick eyes and hands. Clark immediately rushed over to stop it, but didn't expect their target wasn't the child, but the small mention of orange juice the child was moving.

The tall man rushed over and snatched the orange juice. The child widened his eyes and wanted to reach out to pull it, but was pulled by his companion, and the two drilled into the house together, blocking the door tightly.

The hippie's companions immediately rushed up to knock on the door, knocking while shouting: "Open the door, open the door, hand over those damn juices to us, hurry up and open the door, you group of dead children, I will blow your heads off with a shotgun."

Clark's footsteps paused, because he was thinking about a question: this group of children is selling drugs, and this group of hippies is stopping them from selling drugs?

Never mind whether the uninvited guests who suddenly arrived wanted to snatch the things and take them themselves, but it seems they also don't approve of this group of children selling juice. Perhaps this can be used.

So Clark didn't rush to the front of this group of people for the first time, but turned and flew onto the roof, looking at the scene below from a high position.

Clark knew very well that this group of children was only powerless relative to him, but there were not many humans in this world who were strong compared to him. In general, these children had obvious muscle and tendon development that exceeded their age group.

Sure enough, a tall man rushed over and poked a burning stick directly into his eye socket. The hippie covered his eye and let out a scream, falling to the ground.

Others were not to be outdone. Those who smashed windows smashed windows, and those who hit doors hit doors. Clark heard the children's screams in the room, so he flew in from the window behind.

"Don't be afraid, children, I'll help you block the door." Saying that, Clark directly lifted the heavy sofa with one hand and threw it to the door, kicked the sofa to stick to the door, and then pushed the sideboard against the sofa.

The children were all stunned by his strength. An older boy waved his arm and shouted: "Quick! Team one take the guns! Team two seal the windows! Don't let the Joker Gang bastards in!"

The children responded and went, their small figures shuttling through the rooms of the orphanage, like flexible barracuda. They extremely skillfully brought wooden boards and nails, and in an orderly manner, amidst the violent smashing of the other party, sealed the windows from the inside.

The other team of girls filled the pot with water and put it on the fireplace to boil, while others found opportunities to take water basins and pour boiling water from the second floor. After a while, people turned over and horses turned over outside.

Clark had been blocking the front door of the orphanage building. The hippie boss who had been hitting the front door and his men found that the other party was an immovable copper wall and iron wall, so they changed their strategy. They started to dismantle the door.

It must be said that they must have done a lot of picking locks. The two heavy solid wood doors were dismantled of their pins after a while.

The moment the big door fell, they saw Superman's handsome and serious face like a classical sculpture.

Bang bang bang.

Clark, who withdrew his fist, patted his hands, walked directly to the fallen big door, lifted a door panel with one hand, aligned it to the door, and pushed with both hands to the sides. With a bang, the door panel was directly embedded into the door frame.

And then he pushed on the left, pushed on the right, and with a "crack," the door was squeezed back to its original place, tight and airtight.

After the group of monsters outside the door left in a gray way, the children immediately surrounded them. They all widened their eyes and looked at Clark. There was no malice in it, only full of surprise.

"God, you are too strong. How did you practice this muscle? Can you teach me?"

"Did you see it? His punch just now, I dare to bet that the bastard's nasal bone must be shattered."

"Whoo! Ha! Handsome!"

The boys kept gesturing with boxing postures, their hands shaking one in front of the other, occasionally rubbing their noses, as if they would definitely be boxing champions if they could have such a strong physique.

"Alright, alright, children." Clark gathered the children around with his big hands and said: "It can be seen that you are not the kind of bad children who want to harm people. Then since you know that this drink contains a large amount of hallucinogenic drugs, why do you still sell it?"

"You want to say, you are willing to believe that we are not drug dealers?" The leading boy hugged his arms and summarized Clark's meaning very accurately and said: "But I want to tell you an unfortunate fact. In the past, we didn't sell drugs, not because we were kind, but because it wasn't our turn."

"First of all, we are not children in the Cat Getan slums. Most of them are orphans who lost their parents because of accidents on the middle-class streets next door. We can't touch any of the business in the slums, otherwise we wouldn't be waiting for rich people to adopt us in the orphanage."

"Secondly, even for children in the slums, the job of selling drugs doesn't fall to them on ordinary days. It's good if they can do some errands. That's a group of brainless idiots who don't understand the importance of unity at all."

"Then what is going on?" Clark knelt down on one knee, pressed the boy's shoulder, and said: "Can you tell me? Who gave you these juices?"

"It became like this purely because there are not enough people." The boy shrugged and said: "Someone hopes that this kind of drink can spread in this city at the fastest speed, so they found us."

Clark turned his head to look at the sewer outside the window. He thought he should go there to investigate, so there was no need to use the precious questioning opportunity on this.

So he turned his head to look at the little boy again and asked: "Who are the people who attacked you? Why do they attack you?"

"Oh, that's a group of Joker Gang bastards. I heard from people in the orphanage next door that they were attacked during the day. I was wondering if they would come to find us later? Sure enough, they came."

"As for why they attacked us, we don't know, but you just saw it, they seem to be particularly dissatisfied with us taking away the juice."

"They must be a group of hopeless addicts!" A girl poked her head out and interrupted: "They must be unable to afford medicine themselves, so they want to come and bully us. Thinking beautifully!"

"You shouldn't have drunk this kind of juice, right?"

As soon as Clark's question came out, several other children looked at him with eyes looking at a retard. The leading little boy snapped his fingers and pointed at Clark with his thumb and said: "Look, I said he was a Metropolis person."

"Listen, big guy, the hallucinogenic main component in this is methylenedioxymethamphetamine, which is different from marijuana, opium, and other things. It is a strong chemical hallucinogen. Even if you have this physique, you have to fight with the trash can outside for three hundred rounds."

"Any neurological preparation must be taken according to body weight. If you have ever had anesthesia in a hospital, you know that this thing will kill you if it's too much. We drink it to find death."

The professional terms in the little boy's mouth made Clark stunned. He knew at most an abbreviation, and was a bit confused about the difference between MDMA and MDA, but the other party could accurately recite the full name.

What is this? Is love the best teacher?

"You are thinking that we know this thing is so powerful, but still sell it to others, it must be killing people. But you don't understand at all. The life safety maintenance standard of this thing will work for any city in the world, except Cat Getan."

Clark stared at the little boy blankly. Is the level of this language logic really what a child who looks no more than 10 years old should have? His wording sounds like that kind of official spokesperson who attends a press conference after a government official makes a mistake, and he has to have worked for at least 30 years and wiped the ass of more than 20 mayors.

What life safety maintenance standard? Isn't it just saying that Gothamites have strong drug resistance?

Clark's gaze also cast on the boxes of orange juice at the children's feet.

Judging from the degree of his head-rush just now, if someone did such a bag, it would be difficult to analyze his physical condition from the perspective of drug resistance, and it would probably have to be analyzed from the perspective of genetics and biological evolution.

Before, Clark felt that the mental state of the Gothamites he encountered along the way was very outrageous.

But if they each did at least a bag of orange juice, but only stole the fourth wheel of a tricycle, public urinals, the switch panel of a soil compactor, and crocodiles from nowhere, then it can really be called the simple and honest Cat Getan City.

Just thinking of this, there was a bang outside the door. The moment Clark turned his head, the big door collapsed, and a giant hippo stepped on the door panel and walked in with prestige.

And the figure riding on the hippo, against the light, had heterochromatic twin tails and a crazy smile, and was carrying a huge wooden hammer on his shoulder. ===== CHAPTER 2080 =====