Chapter 2094 Superman's Gotham Adventure (End)

Peter and Clark shook hands.

"I'm very sorry, I wanted to talk to you more, sir." Peter said, "But there is a very urgent matter right now. We have to solve the problem of the citizens of Gotham going crazy."

Clark obviously also noticed that so many crazy phenomena in the city could not be caused by the sudden brainstorming of Gotham people. There must be external factors, so he curiously asked: "Do you know why they are crazy?"

"The lady didn't let me say too much because she was afraid... well, it's okay to tell you. People in this city were anesthetized by a toxin before. Of course, it was just a temporary measure, but it caused a little trouble. Small side effects.”

"Driving them insane?"

"I can't call it abnormal, sir. I'm just a little more excited than before."

Clark put his hands on his hips and sighed: "Although you are much more polite than Batman, I still want to say that this is dangerous."

"Although I believe Batman can clean up all this in a very short time, the most dangerous thing is how you face his anger."

Peter paused, took two steps back quickly and said, "Sorry, Mr. Kent, I have to send these criminals to where they should go. Batman is still waiting for my reward."

Clark saw that he was not old, so he waved his hand and said, "It's good if you have a solution, but I also have to do something. I'll clean up those places that are too messy first. If you find a solution, call me. ”

Peter nodded vigorously, and Clark quickly flew away. He was indeed going to clean up some messes as he said, but mainly those that would cause major safety hazards.

Peter quickly transported the members of the Court of Owls to the Batcave prison, and then called Batman from the Batcave and said, "I've locked them up, is there anything else to do?"

"Not yet, what are you doing?"

Peter paused, then realized that he might have been exposed, but he still explained: "I'm still looking for that weird trophy, and the progress is going well."

Soon Bruce Wayne hung up the phone, and Peter ran back to the lab like his butt was on fire, shouting to Poison Ivy: "Find a way, Batman is about to find out."

"So he hasn't discovered it yet?" Poison Ivy said a little surprised, "I thought he already knew it."

"You underestimate the workload of the president of a country, especially since Bruce Wayne came to power in that way. This will make Batman too busy to doubt other people's work." Scarecrow added.

"So we still have a chance." Peter pushed Poison Ivy forward and said: "As long as we can clean up this place before Batman has time, there is still hope of saving everything."

Poison Ivy showed a hesitant look, but she quickly said: "Okay, so what should we do? I don't think you can shirk responsibility with just a few words."

"Don't worry, I just thought of a way."

"Just now? What did you do just now?"

"I went to meet a man who was the key to solving our troubles."

In the White House office, Bruce frowned and hung up the phone. He had indeed been very busy recently, to the point where he had no time to care about the situation in Gotham.

But it can't be said that he was completely unaware. Although he didn't have time to look at the monitor, he had called Gordon several times before, and Gordon was a little evasive.

What's more, Batman is somewhat uneasy now that there's a Metropolis rescue dog roaming around his city.

After thinking for a while, Bruce turned to his assistant and said, "Get ready for the plane. I want to go back to Gotham."

At this time, Harley Quinn was riding a hippopotamus, and some of the other members of the clown gang were holding crocodiles, and some were patrolling back and forth on the streets with excavators.

Suddenly, a figure swung through the air and stood on the rooftop opposite. Harley Quinn looked up and saw Spider-Man.

"Stop it, you know this chaos won't last long, I think we can talk."

"I just remember now that the negotiation is a little late." Harley Quinn blew the long hair on her forehead with her mouth crookedly, swung the hammer half a circle, and said: "Come here and let me blow your little head off, and I will let you go." Pass your goods.”

"You know there's nothing you can do against us. You can't find our laboratory. Once the truly effective ingredients are extracted and I activate the weather weapon, you don't have the technology to crack it."

Harley Quinn's eyes became colder and colder, she showed her white teeth, stared at Spider-Man fiercely and said: "You are so unpleasant, boy, has anyone told you? Exposing other people's shortcomings will make you forever Can’t find a girlfriend!”

"Sorry, but I'm engaged."

This thing seemed to shock Harley Quinn more than Spider-Man saying he wanted to use weather weapons. She even stood there stunned for a while.

"What do you mean?" Spider-Man felt offended and said, "Can't I get engaged? I look like the kind of guy who can't find a girlfriend?"

Harley Quinn pretended and looked into Peter's eyes. The expression on her face seemed to say, I'm so kind that I don't want to tell you the truth.

"Seriously, boy." Harley Quinn slammed the hammer on the ground and put her hands on the top of the hammer's handle. "I'm not bragging. I've been a psychiatrist before. You know you look like the kind of person who knows how to do it." A tech geek who lives alone with the cells in the petri dish? "

Now it was Spider-Man's turn to be stunned. Actually, what Harley Quinn said was not wrong. If Gwen was not also a tech geek, he would have a high chance of ending up alone.

"I'm so sorry, my girlfriend is the same." Spider-Man shrugged, jumped to the ground, hugged his arms and looked at Harley Quinn and said, "And I can see that you've fallen in love with someone completely different."

"You're talking nonsense! We look alike!!!"

"Then there's no need for you to dress yourself up like this. Trying to find common ground in appearance means you know that you can't find anything in common inside."

Harley Quinn's expression really looked like she was going to kill someone. She gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't know you were also a psychologist."

"I'm not, but my teacher is. If you're interested in this topic, we can talk about it later. Let's solve the current problem first."

Harley Quinn didn't want to admit I am interested, but her eyes and actions betrayed her. She turned her eyes aside, rubbed her nose with her hands and said, "Okay, let's find a place to talk."

Half an hour later, Peter called Jason in the Batcave and said, "Bad news, Jason, the extraction of the active ingredients of the antidote is not going well, so we can only rely on oral medication now, but the organization called the Joker Gang is too difficult to deal with."

"Of course, if you don't count the casualties, you can... Well, it's great that you are willing to help. Our next plan is to place the goods next to the airport..."

After hanging up the phone, Peter began to check on the Batcomputer, and soon he locked a factory. Half an hour later, Gordon looked at Peter with some doubts and said, "You want to borrow the Batlight? But Batman is not in Gotham now."

"Yes, I don't plan to call Batman, I just want to broadcast a notice, and that thing is bright enough."

"That's true, follow me."

Another hour passed, and a line of words with a bat pattern was projected over Gotham.

"Countdown to the next batch of supplies: 30:00"

The people of Gotham looked up at the words. They didn't really understand what they meant, but they were very familiar with the bat logo.

The people of Gotham were not stupid. They certainly knew that Batman was a man who wanted to save the city and put it into practice. If he had something to tell the whole city in this way, it would be very urgent.

The word supplies made everyone a little confused. Could this strange rich man want to drop food and water? Please, we are not disaster victims. What's the point of providing us with food and drink?

Unexpectedly, the bat projection style changed, and several lines of words condensed into a circle. In the center of the circle appeared a simple drawing pattern, which was a toilet.

The whole city of Gotham was boiling.

When Bruce Wayne looked down through the window of the plane, he felt a little strange. It seemed that all the people in Gotham had gone out, and the streets were crowded with people.

He took out a telescope and looked carefully, and found that everyone was gathering in one direction. Judging from the direction of the road, it seemed to be an airport.

But don't come to welcome me, Bruce sighed in his heart, but soon he was relieved. Any city in the world might surrender to him, but Gotham would never do that. This is the warmth of home.

The plane began to land. Just before it reached the airport, Bruce found a dark shadow floating next to the plane. He opened his eyes and took a closer look, and found that it was the airship of the Stark Group.

Looking more carefully, Bruce saw that there seemed to be something falling under the Stark airship, but the angle made it difficult to see what it was.

After he got off the plane, he finally saw clearly that it was a large package with a parachute, which was swaying down from the air and landed steadily on the ground.

Before Bruce could react, a black line suddenly appeared on all sides of the airport, and countless Gotham people rushed towards this side.

His bodyguard yelled, "Protect the president! Protect the president!"

Bruce immediately took out his weapon. At this time, he heard a scream from behind him, followed by a rumbling earthquake. He turned his head and saw a hippopotamus as high as a two-story building rushing over, with Harley Quinn sitting on it.

Just as Bruce was about to speak, a shadow above his head was getting closer and closer. He looked up and saw a huge seagull, which had obviously just returned from the dock after finishing fries. Looking more carefully, a familiar figure stood on the seagull's head. It was Jason.

"Harley Quinn, you should go back to your old nest and cry for the Joker. Don't think about embarrassing yourself here!"

"You little brat, the Joker should give you two more hammers. I will let you know how powerful he is!"

Before he finished speaking, a hippopotamus and a seagull fought together. For a moment, people and horses fell.

But the people of Gotham were not so easily defeated. When one Gotham person fell, thousands of Gotham people stood up and rushed towards the box like crazy.

Bruce just turned his head to look at the box, and found another parachute swaying down from the sky, and the Riddler in a suit and a top hat landed on the top of the box.

The Penguin who just drove a military truck shouted at the top: "Riddler, you are so despicable, it is illegal to use flying props!"

"Hahahahahaha! You idiot, you can't think of it yourself...Ah!!!"

The Riddler suddenly began to shake uncontrollably. In the distance, the Mad Hatter was pointing at him with a brainwave control device, but was soon attacked by the Scarecrow who rushed up with fear gas.

It was like a grand carnival party.

Just as the battle was in full swing, the box suddenly began to shake from bottom to top, as if something was about to come out of the ground.

Bruce saw that the situation was not right, and immediately rushed over. A grappling hook was placed on the side of the box, the rope was retracted, and he quickly jumped onto the box, trying to find where the bomb was.

The next second, with a bang, the vines on the surface bulged, and the box shook violently and fell apart, and Bruce fell straight down.

Bang!

Bruce felt that he had hit an arc-shaped plane. He looked up and found that he had fallen into a golden pit, and the noise outside disappeared.

Bruce had to fire the grappling hook again and hooked it on the edge of the pit, and jumped out neatly.

With his feet on the ground again, Bruce shook instinctively, then looked down and found that the thousands of Gotham people surrounding him were all looking up at him.

Bruce had never thought that the two emotions of joy and seriousness could blend so well on a person's face.

Countless black dots surrounded a black dot in the center, and when the thing under Bruce's feet revealed its true appearance, Clark in the distance couldn't help but cover his eyes.

Under the deep blue night sky, they were surrounded by a huge golden toilet.

Violent cheers broke out, more enthusiastic than the day of the presidential inauguration.

Serious and absurd, dirty and pure, simple and romantic.

He climbed up, they climbed up.

When Clark thought of this, Bruce happened to turn his head to look at him.

Clark raised his camera and left the last perfect photo for his documentary.

The next second, the roar echoed over Gotham.

"Clark Kent!! Get out of my Gotham!!!!!!