Chapter 2481: The Cape War (48)

Gordon, lying on the bed, closed his eyes, but the sound of the radio came intermittently from his side. It was the only equipment he could use to hear news from the outside world. It was broadcasting news about the Claw Murderer.

Hearing that the family of four had been successfully rescued from the house, and the little daughter who was targeted by the murderer only had a cut on her leg and no life-threatening danger, Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.

But hearing that they still hadn't caught that dangerous murderer, Gordon's hand tightly gripped the sheet, and a painful expression appeared on his face. When hearing that the police officer responsible for this arrest was Ge Yin, Gordon showed a dazed expression again.

He remembered that when this girl first came to the police station, she didn't understand anything, but she was very smart and learned very quickly. He would never forget Ge Yin, who had finally become a police chief, crying by his bed and saying that she couldn't find the person who shot him.

Of course she couldn't find him.

Gordon turned his head to look at the group photo placed on the bedside table. There were 4 people in it, namely Gordon, Bruce, and the Waynes.

He also couldn't find the murderer who killed the Waynes back then.

All of this was his own fault.

Holding the radio tightly again, Gordon turned the radio station with his only movable arm, wanting to listen to this whole thing again from another radio program. This was the only thing he could do lying on the bed, and it was the only thing Bruce let him do.

How could this not be a kind of punishment? Back then he failed to find the murderer who killed this boy's parents, and now people couldn't find the one who hurt him, and he could only be paralyzed in bed, listening to more and more criminal events and bad news of failing to catch criminals from the radio, but could only sigh with thousands of sorrows.

Gordon was being slowly killed by such a life, and he knew who the culprit of all this was?

"Uncle, give me the radio. You've listened to it for long enough today." Bruce leaned over and wanted to take the radio from Gordon's hand. Gordon's hand tightly gripped the handle of the radio.

But he was just a patient paralyzed in bed after all. The range of movement of his arm was limited, and he didn't have enough strength. The radio was still taken away. Gordon just stared at Bruce blankly.

Bruce's face, submerged in the dim light, looked a bit pale and very tired. He had indeed lived the best he could in such a life.

From the original young master to an orphan whose parents died, and also without any property, he had to start from scratch. This was no different from falling from heaven to hell, but he didn't give up on himself, had been living hard, and had taken good care of the benefactor who adopted him.

Who could blame him?

Therefore, Gordon would never say that on the night he passed through that alley, he actually saw the figure of the murderer who shot him. That wasn't a cruel villain at all, just a weak child.

Clark stumbled back to the shelter, but there was no place for him here anymore. He didn't want to squeeze into the quota of those truly pitiful people, so he asked the shelter staff where Spider-Man came from.

Spider-Man wore a school uniform when he came. The shelter staff knew which school he was a student of, but students from this school often came to do volunteer work, so the staff wasn't surprised.

He just reminded Clark that it was best not to disturb him. There were indeed some people here who knew how to be grateful, feeling that since someone had helped them, they had to try their best to repay, but this kind of behavior was often difficult to get good results. After all, no one wanted a homeless person to stand at the school gate and wait for themselves.

Fortunately, the staff saw that Clark's image was okay, and it was very likely that he was just in trouble for a while, so in the end, he told him the address of the school.

Spider-Man walked for 10 minutes, and Clark walked for a full half hour. Besides his current physical fitness being no different from ordinary humans, Batman's words kept echoing in his mind, lingering for a long time, affecting his thinking.

Finally, he was almost at school. Clark saw the school's sign, and it was time for school to end. There were too many people at the main entrance, and there were all kinds of cars picking up students blocking it. Clark felt that he might not be able to see Spider-Man clearly, so he decided to go around to the alley on the side, where the view was better.

But as soon as he walked over, he saw a group of people rushing towards the back alley aggressively. Clark knew it was no good as soon as he saw it, and he also hurriedly went to the back.

Sure enough, as soon as he poked his head out from the turn, Clark saw this group of people surrounding a thin figure in the corner, pushing and shoving, cursing and swearing.

The other party didn't seem to want to resist, just kept wanting to escape from the gaps between several people. How could Clark possibly watch this kind of thing? He roared over there and rushed up directly.

This group of people was exactly Tang Pusen and Spider-Man. Spider-Man couldn't and couldn't possibly bring Jason here. Tang Pusen naturally knew he couldn't do it. He didn't think little poor Peter could command that strong man several times. Last time was his luck, this time he was just here to find trouble with Peter.

Knowing that Peter definitely couldn't bring people over, he had another legitimate reason to bully him. So as soon as class was over, he grabbed Peter and came to the back of the school.

This time he wouldn't let Peter go easily, because that strong man did indeed hit him very painfully last time, and he had to pay him back.

Tang Pusen just raised his fist to beat Peter, and a strong man pounced on him. He thought it was the one with a scar on his face he met that day, and was scared out of his wits, hitting the wall himself.

As a result, the force hitting himself wasn't great. Tang Pusen was a football player after all. Through the force and angle of the other party's impact, he could test the other party's strength and skills. The other party was more like pouncing on him by relying on his bulk than hitting him.

Tang Pusen turned his head and saw a handsome face, but the weakness and paleness on that face were too obvious.

Where did this homeless person come from?! Tang Pusen clearly found that Clark's clothes weren't clean enough, and he was wearing the kind of shoes issued by the shelter, looking like a homeless person who had taken too much.

Looking carefully, wasn't this the one he picked up this morning and threw into the trash can?

Tang Pusen immediately wasn't afraid anymore. He knew that although some homeless people looked big and seemed to be mixing in gangs, this group of people had one meal and not another, didn't have enough nutrition, and only knew how to be fierce and had no skills, so they weren't his opponents at all.

Tang Pusen swung a punch, and with a "bang," Clark was knocked to the ground, but he still climbed up from the ground, relying on his body advantage, and pressed Tang Pusen firmly against the wall.

Tang Pusen's followers weren't vegetarian either. They were basically football team members. They came up and pulled Clark away, threw him to the ground, and rushed over to punch and kick him.

Spider-Man was stunned. He shouted, "Clark! Why did you come here?! Run!"

At this time, several followers let go. If Spider-Man wanted to run, he could definitely run away, but he couldn't possibly throw Clark here alone.

He just wanted to go over to save Clark, and Tang Pusen blocked in front of him. Tang Pusen pinched his fist and said, "Good boy, another little partner of yours. Do you think that if you find these cowards, I will be afraid of you?"

Spider-sense moved. Tang Pusen punched Spider-Man on the side of his face. Spider-Man didn't have time to dodge because he had been paying attention to Clark's situation.

This punch wasn't very painful. After obtaining the mutated power, his resistance to impact was also much stronger, but what truly made Spider-Man burn with anger was that this group of people had been beating Clark who was lying on the ground.

Clark's condition was already bad, and being beaten like this might be life-threatening. They were too out of line!

In the past, Peter didn't want to care about them, because although they would bully Peter, it was mostly verbal mockery. Blocking him in the corner basically didn't do anything, just pushing twice and laughing twice. Beating Peter was at most kicking him when he was running away. Things didn't develop to the point of personal injury.

But Tang Pusen was beaten, and his anger was clearly not small. His actions completely lost their sense of proportion, and he didn't realize at all that he might be killing someone. This had completely exceeded Spider-Man's limit of tolerance.

He took a deep breath, tried hard to relax his fist, and gave Tang Pusen a light punch, praying desperately in his heart not to use too much force. He couldn't control it well now, and a slight mistake would be a human tragedy.

With a "bang," Tang Pusen was knocked flying. Fortunately, he only flew two meters away. Although it looked like his cheekbone should be broken, at least his brain was still complete, and his brains didn't flow out.

Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief, but the others were stunned. They stood in place blankly, looking at Spider-Man like looking at a monster.

Spider-Man couldn't care about so much, hurriedly rushed up to help Clark up, and dragged Clark to escape in a panic, as if he were the one who was knocked flying.

Fortunately, those few followers all went to care about Tang Pusen's condition, allowing the two of them to escape successfully.

As soon as he ran out, Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief. He put Clark in the corner and found that the corner of his mouth was bleeding, the corner of his eye was bruised, and when he lifted his clothes, his whole body was covered in bruised blood.

Spider-Man was angry and sad, and couldn't help but question, "Why did you run over? Don't you know you're sick now?"

"I just wanted to come and find you."

"Then why did you rush up?"

This question directly stunned Clark. He stared at Spider-Man, and Spider-Man stared at him. After the two stared at each other for dozens of seconds, Clark said unbelievably, "Why did I rush up? Of course, to save you!"

"But you are still sick yourself, and you can't save me!"

"Then could I stand there and watch?!" Clark said with a higher volume, "Do you mean that after I see this kind of thing... no, not just you, that is, a normal high school student being surrounded by a group of strong men, being pushed and shoved, and being insulted, I should do nothing and stand there and watch?!!"

"Then you didn't think about your own physical condition..."

"Where do I have time to think?!" Clark said somewhat brokenly, "Is it that I'm crazy, or is this world crazy?!" ===== CHAPTER 2482 =====

"Then do you expect me to just stand there and watch?!" Clark said, even more incredulously. "Are you saying that if I see you being bullied by a group of people... no, not just you, even if it were just an ordinary high school student surrounded by a bunch of thugs, being pushed around and insulted, I should just do nothing and stand there and watch?!"

"Then you didn't think about your own physical condition..."

"Where would I find the time to think?!" Clark raised his voice and said: "Do you expect me to spend ten minutes after seeing something like this to fully consider my own physical condition, whether I'm in pain or uncomfortable anywhere, calmly analyze the probability of saving you without hurting myself, and then rush up to save you??"

Clark said, somewhat on the verge of a breakdown: "Is it me who's crazy, or is this world crazy?!"