"What's going on!!!!" Clark turned his head and shouted at the crocodile man as he ran.

"Ask me who I am!! You rude out-of-townman!! ”

"Okay!! So who are you?!!! ”

"I'm a killer crocodile!!"

"Are you a crocodile?!!

"I'm a fucking killer!!"

The killer crocodile grabbed Clark's arm and pulled him to a nearby fork in the road, and the two watched as a huge crocodile whirlwind blew by.

"What's going on?" Clark asked.

The killer crocodile crouched down on the spot and rubbed the bridge of his broken nose, if he had such a thing.

"It's a shark!"

"What sharks? Isn't this a crocodile? ”

"You know it's a crocodile and ask me ?!!"

Clark rubbed his temples and said, "I know it's a crocodile, you're a crocodile too, and I want to ask, why did a crocodile rush out of Gotham's sewers?" ”

"Why can't there be a crocodile rushing out of Gotham's sewers? I declared sovereignty over the Gotham sewers five years ago, that's my legal place of residence, and the Wayne Group didn't speak, how old are you? ”

Clark took a breath back in his throat.

"No, I was trying to ask, I mean, it's ...... Theoretically, the natural habitat of sharks should not be sewers, right? ”

"We're crocodiles, you idiot!"

Clark felt like his brain was a mess.

"Sorry, I'm wrong, it's a crocodile, but whether it's a shark or a crocodile, their natural habitat shouldn't be the sewers of any city, right?"

"That's because other crocodiles don't have the same legs as I do, and they can't choose their natural habitat, whereas I can."

The killer crocodile sighed and said, "Originally, I was the only crocodile in the sewers of the entire city, but those little bastards who couldn't beat me chose to adopt the fucking natural treatment method, and stuffed thousands of male crocodiles into the sewers to grab land with me!" ”

"They knew that the contaminants in the sewers of Gotham could drive any creature in this world crazy, and these ugly bitch-raising bitchmen with a long physique found out that they couldn't beat me alone, so they resorted to collective tactics, which is a coward!"

"Wait." Clark was surprised and asked, "So are you a crocodile or a human?" Why are you fighting crocodiles for territory? ”

"Because apparently I can't fucking rob anyone!"

Clark was about to continue when he heard a thud from the side of the street, followed by the rumbling of the ground and the shaking of the mountains.

Then Clark watched as a hippopotamus taller than the roof of the house came crashing away.

"The people of Gotham aren't going to give up, are they?" The killer crocodile sighed and said: "They also use natural management methods to return colors, I don't know which cultural person proposed that hippos are the natural enemies of crocodiles, so we have this." ”

"God! It rushed towards the city! ”

The killer crocodile stood beside him, crossed his hands on his hips and said, "Tank charge!" ”

"You're just looking at it?" Clark's eyes widened, he had already flown up, and said, "Such a big animal rushing into the city will cause a lot of casualties!" ”

"It's okay, someone will teach it a lesson."

Clark didn't have time to argue with the killer crocodile, he hurried towards the hippopotamus just now, but as he flew, he found a huge shadow hanging over him.

Clark looked up and read a message in those blood-red eyes—Lao Tzu had just finished finishing chips at the docks.

It was a seagull with a wingspan that covered the sky, and Superman looked a little petite compared to it.

I saw the seagull swoop down and bite off a piece of meat from the hippopotamus's back, and Clark braked sharply in the air, instinctively starting to think about which is more harmful to humans, the hippopotamus, the tank or the heavy transport aircraft.

Do you need to ask! Clark can't stand himself anymore, and now he has to stop the two of them!

Clark was about to rush over and punch the seagull when he heard a "hoo-ha" sound, and a figure jumped high in the sky, and a huge hammer slammed into the seagull's head.

The seagull lost its balance and fell downward, smashing directly into the hippopotamus's body, and the giant hippopotamus was smashed and stumbled, and a mass of roots thicker than the hippopotamus's waist wrapped around the behemoth, directly pulling it in half.

Then Clark flew in mid-air, watching the windows on both sides of the street open one after another, and head after head poking out.

After a while, the Gotham people who lived on this street held axes, hooks and forks in one hand, pots and pans in the other, and cut vegetables, washed vegetables, and boiled oil in one go.

By the time the scent wafted into Clark's nose, he began to hesitate to go down.

To put it simply, the people who sit down to eat now are ordinary citizens who have not committed crimes for the time being, and the Gotham people have never liked Metropolises very much, so they just fly down like this, which looks a bit like smashing the field.

The Mets have always been criticized for meddling, and Clark doesn't want to add to that reputation, but ...... Clark hesitated and thought to himself, isn't food safety really a problem?

Seagulls and hippos are not so big because they are genetically curious, so don't the toxic substances that make them huge accumulate in the food chain?

Then it occurred to Clark that the poisonous substances in the bodies of the giant seagulls and hippos had entered the bodies of the Gothams, and it was not certain who would beat whom.

Eventually, Clark overcame his desire to be nosy, and he decided that he should focus on his goal and at least shoot something today.

He's a documentary channel, not a fantasy channel, no hippos, no seagulls, no crocodile whirlwinds!

Clark found a place where no one was and landed, and walked forward like a normal citizen, intending to continue through the half-wall of Arkham City from the same intersection and into the real slums.

As soon as he was about to enter the wall, Clark saw a group of children carrying large bags selling orange juice.

He grabbed one of them by the collar and watched him stand still for a long time before holding his head down and asking, "What are you selling?" ”

"Juice, sir, would you like some?"

"No, I want to ask, do you know that this juice contains a lot of drugs?"

"Not exactly, sir."

"You're saying it's not drugs?"

"I mean, the word 'massive' is not quite accurate." The child shook his head, pulled out a packet of juice and handed it to Clark and said, "In our place, no one over the age of 18 drinks this thing, they call it a ghost." ”

Clarke's eyes widened as he looked at the child, and he could clearly feel how violently and swiftly the drug rushed into his brain after he had choked on it yesterday.

Although he was punched back by his brain, this thing survived the blood defense of the Kryptonians, and in a second, you told me that this was a ghost game?

"You're an outsider, aren't you?" The child showed a look of sudden realization, and then said, "Then you go to the nearest pharmacy and ask them to prescribe a children's dose for you, don't mention any drugs, just say you want headache medicine." ”

"Is this a code for some illegal prescription?"

"Of course not, it's just an ordinary headache medicine for children, mostly used for convulsions and projectile vomiting in children."

The little boy began to explain to Clarke, saying, "You're from the Metropolis, aren't you?" You don't understand over there, our people here are very resistant to drugs, and the painkillers used by ordinary children are enough to treat an adult. ”

"Huh?"

The kid shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know why, maybe it's Gotham." ”

With that, he bounced away, and Clark glanced down at the packet of orange juice he had stuffed into himself, and twisted it away with some disbelief and sniffed it.

He crouched on the ground and looked left and right, thinking that there should be no chemical testing here, and his clairvoyant eyes were obviously not responsible for displaying theoretical data, only his blood and brain could do so.

So, Clark gritted his teeth and took another sip, followed by only one thought—this thing was really good.

The flurry of data given by the body's reaction made Clark understand that if the Gotham people could still stand after drinking this thing, then their brains might not just punch these hallucinogenic ingredients, but at least play a set of Wing Chun.

Gotham's brains aren't more powerful than super brains, right?

Clark stood up, pursed his lips and wrinkled the muscles around his nose, and looked left and right with his hands on his hips, the group of children had long since disappeared.

As soon as he turned his head with his glasses on, he saw a figure in a trench coat crouching next to the collapsed wall.

"Am I fucking too much? How do I see a group of crocodiles flying in the sky? ”

Clark saw a blonde man crouching on the ground with his forehead in some pain and muttering, and he was about to walk over and ask him if he needed help, but the man stood up and made a gesture with his hand on the air in front of him.

"Elves of Thunder! I command you! Destroy this evil crocodile for me and snatch my hat back! ”

He couldn't have drunk the orange juice of those kids, right? Clark thought helplessly.

As a result, a dazzling thunderbolt slashed down from mid-air, and as soon as Clark turned his head, he saw the crocodile whirlwind raging in the next street being split into a puff of black smoke.

"Hey, hey, hey......" the man smirked.

Clark was about to step up to him when a tall figure rushed out from behind the wall, pulled the blonde man on the ground up, gave him a thumbs up, and said, "Well done!" We've recaptured sewer territory! Now I'm the strongest and handsome male in the city again! ”

The blonde man looked back at him with confused eyes, only to find himself in sight of a strong crocodile man.

Clark thought he would be frightened and wanted to walk up and stop between the two of them, but the blonde man lit a cigarette and spat out a smoke ring in the face of the killer crocodile, stretched out his arm and put his arm around his shoulder and said, "That's right, buddy, you're really handsome, by the way, is there a female crocodile here?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, man, you must have eaten too much, where did the female crocodile come from in the city sewers?"

"That's right." The blonde man also gave the killer crocodile a thumbs up, put his arm around his shoulders and walked back and said, "I don't want to grab territory with anyone else, let's go, let me see how handsome you are." ”

"Hey, you mean to say ......"

"Seriously, the last time I saw such strong biceps was on a shark and your nose, it's beautiful."

"Thank you, I'm embarrassed to compliment, but ...... Shark? Are you serious? ”

"You don't know how spicy that guy is, I'll introduce it to you next time, or the three of us ...... together"

Clark felt like he had oversucked.

A comedy short story

reflects the mental state of the author