Clark didn't choose to rush over and ask the kids what was going on, because if they had a very complete route to give the drugs to the children, they must have been prepared for the attack.

If this is the case, rushing over rashly may not only fail to catch the mastermind behind the scenes, but also may put this group of helpless children in danger.

So Clark quietly descended, and quietly walked around the building of the orphanage, and came to an abandoned building next to it, and watched through the courtyard wall to see what was handing the box of orange juice.

A crate of orange juice slowly rises from the entrance to the sewer, but it is not a human arm holding it, and Clark looks closely with super vision and finds that it seems to be some kind of tree root.

The reason for this uncertainty is that the roots of trees are theoretically not capable of moving in this way, and Clark does not remember any tree whose roots can grow to this size.

Clark took a step forward to look over to see what was under the wellhead, only to hear a thud, and one of the walls of the orphanage was blown open.

Clark immediately rushed out from behind the fence, and when the smoke cleared, the children were all right, except for a group of men with baseball bats and hammers rushed out of the smoke.

When they got closer, Clark noticed that the men looked like a bunch of hippies, with color-dyed hair, metal rings on their noses, lips, and ears, tattoos that appeared inappropriately on any part of their skin, and most of them wore colorful vests and leather boots with metal studs.

As soon as they rushed in, the children scattered, but Clark found that the group had run back and gone, and had almost carried most of the orange juice in.

The group of hippies rushed to the nearest child, and Clark immediately rushed to stop it, but they didn't realize that their target was not the child, but the small handful of orange juice that the child was carrying.

The tall man rushed over and snatched the orange juice, and the child's eyes widened and he tried to reach for it, but his companion pulled him by the hand, and the two of them went into the house together, and blocked the door with a dead block.

The hippie's accomplice immediately rushed up and knocked on the door, shouting as he went: "Open the door, open the door, give us those damn juices, open the door quickly, you dead children, I'll blow your heads with a shotgun." ”

Clarke's footsteps paused, because he was thinking about a question, this group of kids are selling drugs, and this group of hippies is stopping them from selling drugs?

Regardless of whether the uninvited guests who suddenly arrived wanted to grab something for themselves, it seems that they also do not approve of this group of children selling juice, maybe this can be used.

So Clark didn't rush in front of the group of people for the first time, but turned around and flew onto the roof, looking at the scene below.

Clark knew very well that the children were only powerless relative to him, but there were not many humans in this world who were stronger than him, and in general, the children had a level of force that was significantly beyond their age, as evidenced by the development of their body muscles and tendons.

Sure enough, a hippie leaned over the window to see what was going on in the house, but a burning stick stabbed him directly into the eye socket, and the hippie covered his eyes and let out a scream, and fell to the ground.

The others did not show weakness, smashing the window, slamming the door, and Clark heard the screams of the children in the room, so he hurriedly flew in through the back window.

"Don't be afraid, kids, I'll keep the door shut for you." As he spoke, Clark lifted the heavy sofa with one hand and threw it to the door, kicked the sofa against the door, and then pressed the sideboard against the sofa.

The children were stunned by his strength, and an older boy waved his arms and shouted, "Quick! A team with guns! A team of window seals! Don't let the Clown bastards in! ”

The children obeyed, and their little figures shuttled through the rooms of the orphanage, like nimble barracudas, and they skillfully brought planks and nails, and methodically sealed the windows from the inside between the violent smashing of the other party.

A couple of girls from the other team filled pots with water and boiled them on the fireplace, while others took the opportunity to pour boiling water from the second floor with a basin.

Clark had been holding the main entrance of the orphanage building, and after the hippie boss and several of his men, who had been banging at the main entrance, realized that the other party was an immovable copper wall, they changed their strategy and began to tear down the door.

I have to say, they must have done a lot of work to pick the locks of the sliding doors, and the two heavy solid wood doors were removed after a while.

The moment the gate fell, they saw Superman's handsome and serious face like a classical sculpture.

Bang bang bang.

Clarke, who withdrew his fist, clapped his hands, walked directly to the fallen door, picked up the door panel on one side with one hand, and after facing the door, he pressed his hands to the sides, and with a bang, the door panel was directly embedded in the door frame.

Then he slammed on the left, on the right, and with a click, the door was squeezed back into place, tightly sealed and impermeable.

As soon as the group of strange people outside the door had gone away, the children gathered around, and they all stared at Clark with wide eyes, and there was no malice in them, only full of surprise.

"God, you're too strong, aren't you, how do you train your muscles? Can you teach me? ”

"Did you see that? With that punch he just had, I bet the bastard's nose bone must have shattered. ”

"Whew! Ha! Handsome. ”

The boys kept gesturing in boxing positions, shaking their hands one after the other, and rubbing their noses from time to time, as if they would definitely be boxing champions if they could have such a strong physique.

"Alright, well, kids." Clark used his big hand to bring the children around him and said, "You can see that you are not the kind of bad boys who want to harm people, so why do you sell this drink when you know that it contains a lot of hallucinogenic drugs?" ”

"You want to say that you want to believe that we are not drug dealers?" The leading boy crossed his arms and summed up Clarke's meaning very accurately, "But I'm going to tell you an unfortunate fact, we didn't sell drugs before, not because we were kind, but because we didn't have our turn. ”

"First of all, we are not children in the slums of Gotham, most of us are orphans who lost their parents due to accidents in the middle-class streets next to us, and we can't get a little bit of business in the slums, otherwise we wouldn't have stayed in the welfare home and waited for the big guys to adopt."

"Secondly, even the children in the slums, who are not able to do the work of drug trafficking on a normal day, can do some errands, they are a bunch of brainless idiots who don't understand the importance of unity at all."

"So what's going on?" Clark half-knelt down, pressed the boy's shoulder and said, "Can you tell me?" Who gave you these juices? ”

"It's the way it is now, purely because there aren't enough people." The boy shrugged his shoulders and said, "Someone wanted the drink to spread around the city as quickly as possible, so they found us." ”

Clark turned his head to look out the window at the sewers, thinking that he was going to have to go there and investigate, so there was no need to use the precious opportunity to ask questions.

Then he turned to the boy and asked, "Who is the one who attacked you?" Why are they attacking you? ”

"Oh, that's a bunch of clown gang bastards, I heard from the people in the welfare home next door during the day that they attacked us, and I wondered if they would come to us later? Sure enough, it came. ”

"We don't know why they attacked us, but as you saw just now, they seem to be particularly unhappy that we took the juice."

"They must be a group of hopeless addicts!" A girl poked her head out and interjected, "I can't afford to buy medicine, so I want to come over and bully us, I want to be beautiful!" ”

"You probably didn't drink this juice, did you?"

As soon as Clarke's question came up, the other children looked at him with mentally handicapped eyes, and the little boy in the lead snapped his fingers, pointed his thumb at Clarke, and said, "Look, I'll just say he's a Met." ”

"Listen, big man, the main ingredient of the hallucinogens in this is methylenedioxymethamphetamine, which is not the same as marijuana, opium and the like, it is a powerful chemical hallucinogen, even if you have a sip of this physique, you will have to fight with the trash can outside the door for 300 rounds."

"Any neurological preparation must be taken according to body weight, if you have been to the hospital to get anesthetics, you know that if there are too many of these things, it will kill people, and we will die if we drink it."

The little boy stunned Clark by a set of professional terms, he knew an abbreviation at most, and he was a little confused about the difference between MDMA and MDA, but the other party could accurately recite the full name.

What is this? Is love the best teacher?

"You're thinking that if we know this thing is so powerful, and selling it to someone else, we must be killing people, but you don't understand that this thing's life safety standards will work for any city in this world, except Gotham."

Clark stared at the little boy stunned, is this level of linguistic logic really what a child who looks no more than 10 years old should have? His wording sounded like the kind of official spokesman who attends a press conference after a government official has made a mistake, and he has had to be at least 30 years old and wipes the ass of more than 20 mayors.

What is the standard for life safety support? Doesn't it mean that Gotham people are highly resistant to drugs?

Clark's eyes were on the crates of orange juice at the children's feet.

Judging from the extent to which he just went up, if someone had dried such a bag, it would be difficult to analyze his physical condition from the perspective of drug resistance, but probably from the perspective of genetics and biological evolution.

Previously, Clark felt that the mental state of the Gotham people he had met along the way was outrageous.

But if each of them had dried at least a packet of orange juice, and all they had done was stealing the fourth wheel of a tricycle, a urinal in a public toilet, a switch board for a rammer, and a crocodile that came from somewhere, it would be a quaint Gotham City.

As soon as he thought of this, he heard a bang outside the door, and the moment Clark turned his head, the door collapsed, and a giant hippopotamus stepped on the door panel and walked in.

And the figure riding on the hippopotamus against the light, with a two-colored ponytail and a crazy smile, also carried a huge wooden hammer on his shoulder.

(End of chapter)