Clark threw the orange juice in his hand into the trash can, he felt that he should not overestimate the resistance of his blood and brain to Gotham's drugs, this is Gotham after all, he still has to be careful.

Standing next to the trash can, Clark fastened a small action camera to his chest, because further inside was a real Gotham slum, and he didn't think that the people here would put up with him walking in with a spear and cannon, so a small camera that could be taken with him was the best choice.

The walls of Arkham City are a large construction site, and most of the facilities are left here because they are not finished halfway through construction.

Clark walked through the fence and looked to the other side to make sure there were no crocodiles, hippos, or seagulls there.

As soon as one foot stepped out of the fence on the other side, he heard a noise coming from his right.

Clark turned his head to see that it was two people fighting, and he instinctively let out a loud shout and rushed towards the two men who were pulling and pulling.

Clark grabbed one by the sleeve of his coat and pulled him aside, then grabbed the other and pinned him to the ground, then reached out and pressed a hand against the first man's chest to prevent him from rushing over to mend the knife.

"Wait! Wait a minute! Don't fight! What's going on here?! Clark stretched out his arms between the two, looking to the left and the right.

On the left is a black man wearing studs and sunglasses, and on the right is an old white man with an off-white beard.

The black man was the first to make a dazzling gesture and said, "Hey, listen, you can't stop me, this guy stole my tires, he left my car with only three wheels left, and now my car can't drive, I have to teach him a lesson." ”

Clark immediately turned to look at the old white man.

"It's clear he's lying!" The old white man kept opening his arms to show off his strong chest muscles and said, "How could I go and steal his tires?!" He framed me, and he kidnapped my wife, saying he was going to pay her off! ”

Clark's eyes widened and he looked at the black man again, and the black man immediately raised his voice and began to rap, and the foul language continued to rush into Clark's brain.

"That's enough." Clark shouted in a deep voice.

"Tell me, where is the car?" Clark turned to look at the two of them again and asked, "I'll help you get the tires back and stop fighting." ”

Of course, this is not difficult for him, Clark is indeed not a detective like Batman, but his super vision and super hearing allow him to track everything in this world, isn't it easy to find a tire?

Two minutes later, he retracted his view, because after turning the corner, he saw a tricycle.

Either a family car with one wheel stolen, or a tricycle that usually appears on the construction site, even a hand-pushed one, while the two people behind him are still arguing.

"Dude, I have to expose you, did we say before that we would come here to do a vote, right? Anyway, no one wants these so many things, but now you are a little too inauthentic, I said that I am seven you three, but even the wheels of a car do you have to take away? ”

"What the hell are you talking nonsense, when did I say I was going to do it with you, I said we would go over the wall together and go our separate ways, only to come back and say there's a nice car there, but can't you fool see it's a tricycle?!"

"Because you were afraid that I would drive this car alone, you removed one of its wheels! You've all been caught now! ”

The old white man was speechless, crossed his hands on his hips, walked up to Clark, pointed at the black man, and said, "You see, he's so unreasonable, I didn't say that I stole one of the tires of this car, so he couldn't sell it for a good price." ”

As soon as Clark was about to speak, he saw the old white man take out a cigarette from his waistcoat pocket, light it, take a puff, stretch out one leg and nod.

"Now any hairy boy dares to come out to do this, you inquire all over Gotham City, which owner of the recycling black car dares to ask for original tires? Do you really think Batman's rut tracking devices are decorations? ”

"He hasn't even driven a car, haha, can't a three-wheeled car be driven? Those big guys will change tires every day, and it's just useless because of a lot of money, what a stunned young man, right? ”

Clark looked at the tricycle that had fallen on its side, then at two more people, then at the cart.

He would never admit that he had just doubted himself a little, or did the Gotham people have some novel way to make this cart use the verb "drive"?

A gust of wind blew, and the smell of cigarette smoke wafted over, and Clark instantly understood what was going on, so he stepped forward and threw the two big unlucky things aside with one hand on the collar of a man.

Clark stepped forward to help the upside-down tricycle up, but soon heard the old white man shout, "What are you going to do?" Are you going to kidnap my wife too?! You damn trafficker! ”

Clark paused, glanced back at the old white man, and then continued towards the cart, only to find a white urinal next to the wheel in front of the cart.

Clark subconsciously reached out, but took it back, because if the information from his super vision was correct, the thing had been removed from a wall about 10 minutes ago, and the last order had been taken 13 minutes earlier.

The old white man rushed over with a crawl, pushed and shoved Clark out of the way, hugged the urinal, and waved his hand at Clark and said, "Get out of the way, are you metropolitans so privacy-conscious?" I just freed her from Batman's watchful eye......"

Then the old white man began to take off his pants.

Clark quickly shoved him aside, then looked at his hand with a complicated expression.

As a result, at this time, the black guy rushed up again, smashed the urinal with a click, and then began to laugh loudly from the heart: "Hahahahaha!" Look! That's what happens when you steal my tires!! I'll tuck a squirrel into your crotch! ”

Then he started to pick up the old white man's pants as well.

Clark quickly stepped forward and kicked him out, looking at the debris of the urinal scattered at his feet, and the old white man who began to cry loudly, Clark stood helplessly.

He opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, he heard the ground start to shake constantly.

Clark turned back towards the epicenter and saw that someone was driving a rammer and rushing towards it at a speed of no less than 80 miles.

"Get out of the way! I'm going to crush both of them!! ”

A black aunt sat in the driver's seat and roared: "They stole 12 urinals in three days!" Who do they think they are, Superman?!! ”

Clark's eyes widened in shock, he really didn't care about hiding his identity, and he flew up with a whoosh, dragging the speeding rammer from behind.

As a result, the old white man stopped crying, wiped his tears and stood up, and rushed directly towards the rammer.

Some people may have seen a rammer, but in fact, the tractor's bucket has been replaced by a vertical cylindrical device, which rams the earth through the inner cylinder constantly hitting the ground.

The old white man stopped beside the rammer with a smooth and handsome kneeling, and took off his pants to shove something under the rammer.

Clark kicked the door of the rammer's cabin as fast as he could, and when his hand stopped on the control panel, he was surprised to find that the switch button that stopped the machine was gone, leaving only a black hole with a few wires sticking out.

As soon as he looked up, he found that the black aunt rushed out of the car with the switch, and Clark made another pull up and dived, and successfully stopped in front of the black aunt, he squinted his eyes with his arms crossed, and his eyes fell on the switch, and then fell on the black aunt's face.

In the next second, the black aunt took off her pants and stuffed the switch into her crotch.

Clark turned around as fast as he could, and by the time he turned back, some fat black aunts had tripped between the rubble, and the switch panel she had ripped off had fallen to the side, but Clark really didn't dare to pick it up.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing?! ”

A strong white man in a hard hat and a fluorescent vest walked over and pointed at the group of people and said, "What are you doing on the construction site?" Get out of here! ”

Clark flew towards him with some surprise and asked expectantly, "Are you a security guard here?" They tried to steal things from the site, and they broke the rammer......"

"What?"

"It's just the two of them...... And this ......"

"First question!"

Clark was stunned for a moment, and instinctively replied, "Are you a security guard here?" ”

The white male took off his hard hat and said, "No, I'm not, I'm just passing by, I think it's handsome to shout like that." ”

Clark looked at the uniform on his body, and the white male also looked down at him, took two steps back, shook his head, and said, "I picked it off from a cleaner who fell on the dumpster, the hat was picked up next to it, you go on, I'm going home." ”

With that, he threw down his hat and turned to leave, followed by a shrill female voice from behind the wall, "What the is going on?!" ”

Clark turned his head to find another woman in a black waistcoat uniform walking across the rubble, "Who the dares to make trouble here?!" ”

The woman pulled out a rifle from her back, strode over with a gun in both hands, glanced around, and said, "What the hell are you doing?" Get out of here! ”

"Well, are you a security guard here?" Clark hesitated because he was worried that the woman was also passing by, and that the uniform and gun had been ripped off someone else's.

Who knew that the woman glared at him viciously, picked the work card hanging on her chest with her fingers and said, "I'm not a security guard, you're a security guard?" Get out of here! ”

"Hey, you bitch...... I'm going to ......"

Bang!

The gunfire startled Clarke, but the bullet was quickly halted within a few meters of his biological position.

Bang!

It was found that the other party did not respond, and soon another shot was fired, but the bullet was also stopped by Clark.

The black guy on the other side who tried to curse found that he had not fallen after the shooting, and lowered his head to touch his body, and then knelt down on the spot and began to pray.

Finding that the shooting did not work, the female security guard took the barrel of the gun in her hand, and a standard large pendulum smashed into the head of the black guy.

"Wait, you can't just kill him." Clark hurriedly stopped the female security guard's movements, and the next second he also hit a big pendulum on his arm.

"Can't you understand people? Get out of here! ”

"Okay, okay, don't get excited, but there are so many things broken here, we should call the police first......"

"I'm the fucking cop!! Get lost!!! ”