The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2088 Superman’s Gotham Adventure ()

Clark did not choose to rush over immediately and ask the children what was going on, because if the other party had a very complete route to deliver these drugs to the children, then they must have been prepared for the attack.

If that were the case, not only might he not be able to catch the mastermind behind the scenes if he rushed over, but he might also put these helpless children in danger.

So Clark descended quietly, and quietly walked around the building of the orphanage, and came to an abandoned building nearby, and observed through the courtyard wall what was delivering the orange juice box.

I saw a box of orange juice rising slowly from the entrance of the sewer, but the arms holding it were not human arms. Clark looked carefully with his super vision and found that it seemed to be some kind of tree root.

The reason why he is not sure is that theoretically, tree roots cannot move in this way, and Clark does not remember any tree whose roots can grow to this size.

Clark took a step forward, wanting to poke his head over to see what was under the well. As a result, he heard a bang and a wall of the orphanage was blown open.

Clark immediately rushed out from behind the wall. After the smoke cleared, the children were all fine, but a group of people with baseball bats and hammers rushed out of the smoke.

When they got closer, Clark realized that these people looked like a group of hippies. Their hair was dyed in various colors, and their noses, lips, and ears were covered with metal rings. Tattoos appeared inappropriately on any part of their skin. Most of them were wearing colorful clothes. Waistcoat and leather boots with metal studs.

As soon as they rushed in, the children ran away, but Clark found that these children were running back and forth, their hands were not idle, and they almost carried most of the orange juice inside.

The group of hippies quickly rushed towards the nearest child, and Clark immediately rushed to stop him. Unexpectedly, their target was not the child, but a small bottle of orange juice that the child was holding.

The tall man rushed over and snatched away the orange juice. The child's eyes widened and he wanted to reach out to pull it, but was pulled by his companion. The two of them got into the house together and blocked the door. door.

The hippie's accomplices immediately rushed to knock on the door and shouted: "Open the door, open the door, give us those damn juices, open the door quickly, you dead kids, I will blow your heads off with a shotgun."

Clark paused because he was thinking about a question, these kids are selling drugs, and these hippies are stopping them from selling drugs?

Regardless of whether the sudden arrival of the uninvited guests wanted to grab something and eat it themselves, it seemed that they did not approve of these children selling juice. Maybe this could be used.

So Clark did not rush in front of the group of people immediately, but turned around and flew to the roof, looking down at the scene below.

Clark knew very well that these children were just powerless compared to him, but there were not many humans in the world who were as strong as him. Generally speaking, these children were obviously beyond their age group. The level of force can be seen from the development of their body muscles and tendons.

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

Others did not show any weakness, smashing the windows and banging the doors. Clark heard the screams of the children in the room, so he hurriedly flew in from the back window.

"Don't be afraid, kids, I'll help you block the door." After speaking, Clark directly lifted the heavy sofa with one hand and threw it to the door. He kicked the sofa against the door, and then pushed the sideboard against it. on the sofa.

The children were all stunned by his strength. An older boy waved his arms and shouted: "Quick! One team gets a gun! One team seals the window! Don't let the bastards from the clown gang come in!"

The children left in response, and their little figures shuttled through the rooms of the orphanage, like nimble barracudas. They expertly brought boards and nails, and methodically sealed the windows from the inside while being violently smashed by the other party. .

Several girls from the other team filled pots with water and put them on the fireplace to boil. Others took the opportunity to use basins to pour boiling water down from the second floor. After a while, there were people outside.

Clark had been holding up the main entrance of the orphanage building. After the hippie boss and several of his men who had been banging against the main entrance realized that the other side was an unshakable copper wall, they changed their strategy and started to tear down the door.

It has to be said that they definitely did a lot of work of sliding doors and picking locks. The two heavy solid wooden doors had their pins removed in a short time.

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

Bang bang bang.

Clark, who retracted his fist, clapped his hands and walked directly to the fallen door. He picked up one side of the door panel with one hand. After holding it against the door, he exerted force on both sides with both hands. With a bang, the door panel was directly embedded in the door frame.

Then he pushed it from the left, then pushed it from the right, and with a click, the door was pushed back to its original position, tightly sealed and airtight.

After the group of weirdos outside the door left in despair, the children immediately gathered around him. They all looked at Clark with wide eyes. There was no malice in them, only full of surprise.

"God, you are too strong. How did you develop these muscles? Can you teach me?" "Did you see it? That punch he just made, I bet that bastard's nose must have been broken." Shattered.”

"Huh! Ha! So handsome."

The boys kept making boxing gestures, shaking their hands back and forth, and rubbing their noses from time to time, as if they would be boxing champions if they had such a strong body.

"Okay, okay, kids." Clark used his big hands to gather the children around him and said, "I can see that you are not the kind of bad boy who wants to harm others, so since you know what's in this drink, Why sell it when it contains a lot of hallucinogenic drugs?”

"You want to say, do you want to believe that we are not drug dealers?" The leading boy folded his arms and summarized Clark's meaning very accurately and said: "But I want to tell you an unfortunate fact. We didn't sell drugs before, not because we were kind. , but because it’s not our turn.”

"First of all, we are not children from the slums of Gotham. Most of us are orphans who lost our parents due to accidents in the middle-class streets nearby. We can't get a single ounce of the business in the slums, otherwise we wouldn't be in the welfare state. I’m waiting in the courtyard for a wealthy man to adopt me.”

"Secondly, even the children in the slums cannot do the work of selling drugs in ordinary life. They can do some errands. They are a group of brainless idiots who do not understand the importance of unity at all. "

"Then what's going on?" Clark knelt down and pressed the boy's shoulders and said, "Can you tell me? Who gave you these juices?"

"It became like this simply because of insufficient manpower." The boy shrugged and said, "Someone wanted this drink to spread within the city as quickly as possible, so they found us."

Clark turned to look at the sewer outside the window. He thought that he would always have to explore there, so there was no need to use the precious opportunity to ask questions here.

So he turned to look at the little boy and asked: "Who are the people who attacked you? Why did they attack you?"

"Oh, those are a group of clown gangsters. During the day, I heard people from the orphanage nearby say that they were attacked by them. I was still wondering if they would come to us later? Sure enough, they came."

"As for why they attacked us, we don't know, but you saw it just now. They seemed to be particularly dissatisfied with us taking away the juice."

"They must be a group of hopeless drug addicts!" A girl leaned over and interjected: "They must be because they can't afford the medicine, so they want to come over and bully us. What a beautiful idea!"

"You shouldn't have drank this juice, right?"

As soon as Clark asked this question, several other children looked at him as if they were mentally retarded. The leading little boy snapped his fingers, pointed at Clark with his thumb and said, "Look, let me just say he is a cosmopolitan."

"Listen, big guy, the main component of the hallucinogen here is methylenedioxymethamphetamine, which is different from things like marijuana and opium. It is a powerful chemical hallucinogen, even for people with your physique. Even if you take a sip, you still have to fight the trash can outside the door for three hundred rounds."

"Any neurological preparation must be taken according to body weight. If you have been to the hospital and received anesthesia, you will know that too much of this stuff can kill people. If we drink it, we are seeking death."

Clark was stunned by the series of professional terms coming out of the little boy's mouth. He only knew the abbreviation at most, and he was still a little confused about the difference between MDMA and MDA, but the other party was able to recite the full name accurately.

what is this? Is love the best teacher?

"You're thinking that we know this thing is so powerful, and selling it to others must be killing people, but you don't understand at all that the life safety maintenance standards of this thing will be effective in any city in the world, except Gotham.”

Clark stared blankly at the little boy. Is this level of language and logic really what a child who looks no more than 10 years old should have? His phrasing sounded like the kind of official spokesman who would attend a press conference after a government official made a mistake, and who had worked for at least 30 years and wiped the butts of more than 20 mayors.

What life safety standards are maintained? Doesn’t it mean that Gotham people are highly resistant to drug resistance?

Clark's eyes turned to the boxes of orange juice at the children's feet.

Judging from the level of his upper body just now, if someone had done such a thing, it would be difficult to analyze his physical condition from the perspective of drug resistance, but I'm afraid it would have to be analyzed from the perspective of genetics and biological evolution.

Previously, Clark felt that the mental condition of the Gotham people he encountered along the way was outrageous.

But if they each drank at least a pack of orange juice, but only stole the fourth wheel of the tricycle, the urinal of the public toilet, the switch plate of the earth ramming machine and the crocodile from nowhere, then it would really be called folk customs. Simple Gotham City.

Just when he thought of this, he heard a bang outside the door. The moment Clark turned his head, the door fell with a crash, and a giant hippo stepped on the door panel majestically and walked in.

And the figure riding on the hippopotamus against the light has strange-colored twin tails and a crazy smile, and is carrying a huge wooden hammer on its shoulders.

(End of this chapter)