Chapter 2083: Superman

All encounters in this world are nothing but reunions after a long absence. The same was true for the Talons and the Cat Getan residents.

Of course, there was also the possibility that they lived in the same building without interfering with each other, or the Talons could choose to kill these ordinary people; they usually did that.

But just before they acted, an unprecedented battle of human nature interrogation, following the dark forest law, broke out in the building.

All the employees in the building were divided into several factions, starting a life-and-death struggle. The battle of power, money, interests, and morality, the debate of lies, betrayal, law, and justice, accusations and insults, crying and screaming, endless darkness and panic, spread in the steel jungle in the city center.

Then, logically speaking, the Court of Owls, which most hoped to drag this city into darkness and make everyone lose trust in each other, should be watching from the sidelines at this time, or even pushing from behind, waiting to see the shocked and painful expression on Batman's face when he discovered all this.

But in reality, the one wearing the mask of pain was the Owl itself.

Because the above process was a text version beautified by them, the common name of this war was actually the "Toilet Snatching War."

The scientist team in the laboratory, after discovering that the Joker Gang kept attacking the ground transport convoys, chose to transport the orange juice through the sewers using roots.

But Cat Getan's sewers weren't some high-speed highway. After stuffing thousands of crocodiles into them, there was no space left to accommodate the roots.

It just so happened that Cat Getan's city center was a transportation hub, and the same was true for the sewers. The roots often went in and out here, which inevitably led to blockages.

The consequence of poor sewer drainage was that the pressure accumulated in the pipes above was too high. In cold weather, it was easy for pipes to burst, and once a pipe burst, all the toilets above this pipe could no longer be used normally.

The foot traffic in the commercial area was already very high. Besides the employees working in the office buildings, there were many consumers and tourists. Humans all needed to use the toilet.

And even more terrifying was that many of them had already taken orange juice containing hallucinogenic drugs. Anyone with a little common sense should know that the vast majority of neurological agents had a diuretic effect.

Overnight, the toilet stalls in Cat Getan became strategic materials. Five-star General MacArthur once commented that if you could grab a stall in an office building during the lunch break peak, your entire department would cheer for you, and if you could grab a stall in the restaurant toilet downstairs, the entire company would be proud of you.

Some might say, if you can't grab a stall, isn't it fine to defecate anywhere?

But still, that sentence: there were many cities without quality, only Cat Getan became a legend. Cat Getan's main focus was a spirit of competition. It didn't matter if I didn't poop much, as long as there was more in the stall than you when I came out, then it was no different from me riding on your head to poop.

So this war developed to the end, and it was proceeding in a way that not only the Owls couldn't understand, but humans couldn't understand either.

If one had to summarize it, it was that the white old man Clark met before who claimed the public restroom urinal as his own was 20 years ahead of the version.

In the end, almost all the stalls in the toilets of all office buildings in the commercial street were pried off and moved to the front of each department, used as military hardware displays.

Even employees in the department with the least important work would proudly puff out their chests when seeing the urinals placed at the door of their department.

Some people might also want to ask, without sewer pipes, what's the use of just having urinals?

In fact, it was useless, but they were really using them, so the Owls collapsed.

During this period, they tried force threats and verbal persuasion, but it was completely useless.

And they didn't even try to kill a few people to "kill the chicken to warn the monkey," because they understood that people who could do such things definitely weren't afraid of death.

Outside the stench of feces flowing like a great river, there really was no need to add another wave of corpse stench.

The Court of Owls chose a strategic retreat.

Who knew, after this commercial street natural barrier was the slum iron wall. They were beaten to tears in the novice area, and they didn't say to find a place to level up first, but instead went straight into the BOSS room.

The direction they entered the slums was different from Clark's. They didn't come in from the broken side of the wall, but climbed over the wall from the side that had been built.

And there was a reason why Arkham City chose to build that half of the wall first. As soon as the Talons went in, they saw Chang Wei beating Lai Fu—he was Lai Fu.

If Cat Getan's suburbs and commercial area belonged to the city's small quiz, then the slums should count as the formal exam. The east side Clark entered belonged to the big questions on the exam paper, and the southwest side the Court of Owls entered was the inspection team that could beat Batman on the spot on the premise that the examinee was Batman.

That was the Joker, 80% of the Joker Gang members, over 70% of Cat Getan's lower-class super-criminals, and the hometown of top rappers.

This group of people could be called talented and hardworking, the backbone of Cat Getan who supported half of Cat Getan's criminal world with a small number of people.

They weren't much affected by the mysterious components in the plant toxins, or rather, there was no place left in their brains to accommodate extra toxins.

So this place was still the Cat Getan City with simple folk customs, the kind of dark and violent place the Owls wanted.

Actually, this group of people was also wondering what happened outside, but because the road out on one side was blocked by the Arkham City wall, and the other side was dancing with demons, they hadn't lost their minds, so they were still watching. At this time, they were in urgent need of outside information.

Just at this time, the Talons climbed over the wall. It was conceivable that the following scene was not a rating suitable for humans to watch.

This time the Owls reacted quite quickly. After losing two Talons, they hurriedly gave up the idea of taking this path.

Although the Talons wouldn't reveal any important information after being brainwashed, the loss of Talons here was also an actual loss, much more actual than those who choked to death on feces in the suburban attic. When found, all the parts put together only amounted to the degree of a "grain."

The Owls looked around blankly, suddenly realizing that there was no place for them in this vast Cat Getan, and looking down, only this place where they lived could be considered a pure land.

The Talons planned to take the sewers—they hadn't walked two hundred meters before they ran into Superman.

Clark had just come down from that manhole, and he and the killers who had just turned a corner looked at each other.

It was easy to get hot-headed when looking at Superman, physically hot-headed. Clark had been made paranoid by this bunch of lunatics in Cat Getan. The next second after seeing a group of strange-looking figures, a heat vision shot over.

The Talons turned and ran. They didn't know Superman, but they clearly knew what kind of people would drill into the sewers at this time.

Clark also discovered that something was wrong with this group of people, so he deliberately didn't move at full speed, but pretended to want to chase but couldn't catch up, only falling far behind, to see where these people were running.

Usually, Talons wouldn't run towards their own home, because they were killers and had undergone strict brainwashing, so they wouldn't betray their masters.

But the death states of the Talons who sacrificed before were really too terrifying. They didn't want to become one of the "actual losses," and even less did they want death to become their "gift," so they decided to rush straight to the Court of Owls conference room.

Actually, the impact of plant toxins was much greater than everyone observed, because the weather control center on Wei En Tower was actually a weather weapon. It wasn't that there was no impact if you didn't faint; everyone was silently moving towards madness.

They ran, and Clark chased. Chasing and chasing, Clark discovered that this place didn't look much like a sewer anymore, but rather like some kind of maze built by humans.

And the Talons, while cursing in their hearts why this damn guy wasn't tired yet, ran even more desperately.

In the end, the Court of Owls harvested their late Christmas gift in late winter—the God of Mankind himself.

After Clark pushed open the door of the conference room, he only did one thing, which was to give every living creature in front of him a punch.

There was no chance for explanation, not even a chance to make a sound, because Superman had already thought about it on the way running: what they were doing hiding here sneakily was a question to be discussed next; the fact that they were hiding here sneakily was already evidence of a crime. Catch them first, talk later.

Just like that, the Court of Owls was rounded up by Superman.

But for the Court of Owls, this didn't count as anything. They weren't afraid of this big guy throwing them into jail. After all, they were local dignitaries; they could get out the back foot after entering the front foot.

Of course, taking off their masks wouldn't be a problem either. They did have public identities, but there was no rule saying they couldn't hold a meeting in the sewers. If Clark exposed their identities, they could sue him for illegal detention and defamation.

So this group of Court of Owls members wasn't panicked at all, huddled together sitting by the wall of the conference room, waiting to use their IQ advantage to crush this rookie from Metropolis.

As a result, although Clark acted like a rookie, he was actually a bit more "rookie" than they speculated—he directly took out his phone and started a video call with Bruce Wei En.

The members of the Court of Owls let out a sharp explosion on the spot, and Clark didn't even pay attention.

He lowered his head and fiddled with his phone for a while, then said: "My God, there's no signal here, the call won't go through."

The Owls breathed a sigh of relief.

Ten minutes later, Clark threw the last Owl on the top floor of Wei En Tower, took out his phone, dialed Bruce Wei En's number, pointed the camera at the opposite side, and said.

"Hey, Bruce, are you okay? Is presidential life enjoyable?"

"Wait, don't hang up, I have serious business to tell you. It's like this, I found a group of sneaky people under your hometown, they are in a particularly large maze... maybe they are having a dinner party, I don't know."

"Uh, I didn't say they were having a dinner party in the sewers, it's... alright, alright, I know you are eating, you should eat more."

Clark added in his heart, otherwise when you come back and see the situation in Cat Getan, you definitely won't be able to eat.

Clark adjusted the position of the phone lens, pointing straight at the group of Owls who had taken off their masks.

The Owls clearly saw that President Wei En, in a suit and leather shoes, frowned as his gaze swept over every one of their faces.

Then they heard Bruce say lightly: "Maybe they are super-criminals conceiving some plan to subvert Cat Getan. I usually leave such things to my Robin to handle."

"Alright, but you have too many Robins, where am I supposed to find them?"

"No need to find, I'll send his phone number to your phone, you give him a call, he naturally has a way to locate you."

Another ten minutes later, Peter Parker appeared on the roof of Wei En Tower. ===== CHAPTER 2084 =====